Chapter 371

Dou Xiangling also quickly returned to her easel.

When she picked up the paintbrush, Meng He, who was observing an antique on the other side, suddenly raised his eyes to look at her. A dim light flashed in his eyes, and then he also walked to the easel.

After half an hour, all the contestants returned to the easel.

Those who can make it to the finals are not ordinary people, whether they understand those antiques or not, with the stroke of a pen, each piece of antiques will appear on the paper.

The camera captured every detail of everyone's painting.

Everyone watched them draw seriously. Many of these people had fans, and those fans even switched the video to that person's drawing paper.

Ziyi is a pure newcomer in the painting and calligraphy world. Although she has shown her strength in the imperial college student painting competition and the imperial congress, there are still too few people who know her.

Instead, everyone looked at her beautiful face and ignored her paintings.

When two hours later, Zi Yi suddenly stood up and announced, "I'm done drawing."

Everyone was stunned.

After a moment of silence, all eyes turned to her drawing paper.

The antique paintings that were so realistic as if they were real antiques placed on the drawing paper shocked everyone.

A group of judges quickly gathered around.

"This is the only painting I've ever seen that makes an antique look like a real antique!"

"It was so real, I felt like I saw the culture and prosperity of that era."

"Like, it's exactly the same!"

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The higher the judges' evaluation of Ziyi, the greater the pressure on the contestants.

Especially at this time, everyone basically only draws half or half of it.

Some people started to get restless.

Meng He, who was sitting on the side, glanced at the other side at this time, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and withdrew his eyes and quickly drew on the drawing paper.

He didn't believe that, with his previous preparations for this game, he couldn't win the first place.

The second finished painting is Meng He.

When Meng He stood up, he deliberately glanced at Dou Xiangling's side. Seeing that she was not affected at all, she was painting seriously, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Dou Xiangling, you must lose.

The third one is Dou Xiangling.

When the four hours are over, the judges start to score.

Unsurprisingly, Zi Yi got the highest score, Dou Xiangling was second and Meng He was third.

Ten of them were eliminated.

Meng He couldn't accept such a result at all. After the judges announced it, he asked loudly, "This is impossible! How can I be third!"

The president of Country X's painting and calligraphy circle can understand the mood of the contestants, so he hurriedly reassured: "Mr. Meng, the ratings were chosen by the judges and online voting. You didn't play well this time, and you can continue to work hard in the end."

"Impossible!" Meng He said the same thing. He had obtained the information about the first painting from Fiya before, and only after reading the historical background of these antiques would he draw the soul of these antiques.

Originally, he was confident that he could draw the best, but he was surpassed by the woman he always wanted to suppress, which made him feel an indescribable irritability, and a tyrannical emotion surged up in his chest.

Dou Xiangling looked at Meng He with a calm voice: "This is the result selected by all the judges, Meng He, I didn't expect you to be so arrogant that you don't want to accept the truth."

Meng He's heart jumped when he heard this.

He looked at Dou Xiangling for a while with those aggressive eyes, and finally said with a sullen face, "Then let's see who can win the next game."

After he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Ziyi, his eyes seemed to be able to pierce Ziyi.

Ziyi looked at him indifferently, and said coldly, "You can't beat me."

Meng He clenched his hands into fists and sneered: "Then we will wait and see."

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to a group of judges and said, "I ask the audience for the next show to vote publicly."

The audience voted the contestants out of sight, and Meng He felt that the jury was hiding their selfishness.

He looked at Dou Xiangling, thought of the Dou family behind her, and felt that the Dou family must have established a relationship with the Painting and Calligraphy Association long ago.

Meng He's request was not excessive, and was quickly approved by the other contestants.

They were still immersed in the shock of being completely abused by Zi Yi.

How could an unknown person be more powerful than these famous painters!

The two presidents looked at each other, and then discussed with a group of judges.

In the end, the president of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association said, "Yes, we will put it directly on the big screen when the audience votes."

Meng He got the answer he wanted, turned around and walked towards the door.

When a group of reporters outside the art gallery saw him walking out first, they immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Meng, you won the third place in the first game. Do you think it is your true level?"

"Mr. Meng, what do you think of Zi Yi who won the first place?"

"Mr. Meng, you and Miss Dou have been fighting for the first place since they were in college. You lost to her in the first match. What do you want to say?"

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Every time the reporter asked a question, Meng He's expression sank a little.

He clenched his fists and stared at them who asked these words with a fierce light in his eyes.

The reporter was startled by Meng He's expression at the moment, but even more excited.

Does his reaction prove that he can't afford to lose?

"Mr. Meng, why are you looking at us like this? Are you feeling uncomfortable when you lost to two ladies?"

These words directly detonated the violent fuse in Meng He's chest, "You fucking..."

"Meng He!"

A stern voice sounded in Meng He's ears, and then he saw Feiya and a group of bodyguards walking towards him quickly.

Feiya came to Meng He's side, took his hand and left.

A group of bodyguards quickly parted the more agitated reporters.

Feiya pulled Meng He into the car and said expressionlessly: "You are too impulsive... It's just that you lost the first game, the second game, and the third game and won back."

"What do you know?" Meng He yelled at her, his eyes turning red.

He competes with Dou Xiangling, he must win her!

Fia stared at his expression and said, "I'll find a navy for you in the next two games, and they will vote for you online at that time. Don't worry, I promise to put you in the top three."

When Meng He heard this, he frowned directly. His strong self-esteem made him dislike Feiya's behavior very much, "I don't need a navy army, and if I want it, I will be the first."

Feiya analyzed the current situation in a very light voice: "Dou Xiangling is a member of the Dou family, and the students of the Dou family are all over the world. Many people did not respond to the first game, and the next game will definitely be known by more people. Do you think you won Dou Xiangling in the online vote?"

Having said that, she was silent for a few seconds, and then added: "That Ziyi, there is someone behind, that person wants her to win, we have no choice."

Meng He's first thought was that Zi Yi must have cheated by having a backstage, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is the person behind her?"