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Bishuang looked up and reminded: "Master, don't be in a daze. Start writing quickly. Even if you lose, if you want to read it, I will let you see it for a while."
Hearing this, Jiang Lu finally came to his senses and sighed: "It is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger but its bones. The ancients are sincere and I can't bully them."
"Oh? What do you mean, Master?"
"It's easy to draw the appearance, but it's difficult to draw the character and heart." Jiang Lu shook his head.
The second senior brother on the side also raised his head and glanced at Jiang Lu with disdain: "You still want to draw your character and heart? How to draw it? Do you rely on imagination?"
Jiang Lu didn't explain anything, he just took another deep look at Bishuang and finally started to write.
Facing his gaze that seemed to penetrate her soul, Bishuang trembled for no reason, and suddenly felt uneasy in her heart that she had been seen through from the inside out.
"What's going on... Is this an illusion?"
Bi Shuang stared at Jiang Lu for a long time, but that feeling never appeared again.
Taking a deep breath, she had no choice but to focus on painting again, planning to ask Jiang Lu what was going on later.
Time passed by minute by second, except for the chess game and the painting group, the contestants of the guqin group and the calligraphy group had long been defeated by the top player, and soon the contestants of the Go group also reached the 100th move. He fell into a trap when he was left and right. He saw no hope of winning and just gave up.
The only ones who were not defeated were the second senior brother and Jiang Lu.
Since the second senior brother only painted Bishuang, he finished it first. Although Bishuang painted two people, Jiang Lu wasted too much time, so she finished it second.
The Bishuang painted by the second senior brother is lifelike, just like the fairy who descended from the earth on that day. She emerges from the mud but is not stained, and washes the lotus without being demonic. There are many kinds of charms in every frown and smile. It is obviously a static painting, but it still has a kind of beauty. Dynamic beauty.
Compared with the second senior brother, Bi Shuang's paintings are not inferior at all. In her paintings, the expressions of Jiang Lu and the second senior brother are perfectly reproduced, and she is not just copying them, but also adds some details for them. The background allows the two of them to drink and sing under the moonlight, in a chic and suave manner.
For a time, even Zizhu found it difficult to distinguish who was strong and who was weak.
Even though the second senior brother was not a formal disciple of the Academy of Painting, but with the relationship between the Academy and the Academy of Painting, neither she nor Ling Ling thought that the competition between the two parties would be so anxious.
Zizhu's expression became a little serious: "It seems that what Master said was not just a polite remark..."
It was difficult for even her to judge, let alone the judges. After looking at it for a long time, she finally came to the same conclusion.
This made the second senior brother a little embarrassed.
He didn't give in, but the results were just about the same. Doesn't this mean that this romantic woman named Bishuang was stronger than most of the disciples in the painting academy?
It was his status as the second senior fellow in the academy that made him less embarrassed, but based on his experience of studying in the art academy, he still felt very embarrassed.
At this moment, Jiang Lu finally finished the painting.
As he held up his painting, the eyes that were originally focused on identifying the strength of the second senior brother and Bishuang were all attracted to him at the same time.
It's not that Jiang Lu's painting is very expressive, on the contrary, Jiang Lu's painting actually looks nothing like the Bishuang in front of him.
The reason why he attracts everyone's attention is simply because his paintings are so abstract.
The painting was a full-body close-up of Bishuang. In the picture, Bishuang's movements were strange and full of comic exaggeration. Her face had a complicated expression, as if she was flustered, nervous, and happy.
The appearance and figure are exactly the same as Bi Shuang, but they just don't look like the same person.
"this..."
The second brother sighed and said, "You are too humble, aren't you? How can you draw what you imagine?"
But Jiang Lu didn't care. Instead, he looked at Bi Shuang and asked with a smile: "Miss Bi Shuang, tell him if I am imagining it?"
"Ok?"
The second senior brother and everyone looked at Bishuang in confusion.
But the latter looked like a desperate girl who had lost her brilliance after being hypnotized, staring at Jiang Lu in disbelief: "You...how did you..."
"That's right!"
Jiang Lu raised his chin: "This is you half an hour ago!"
"what?"
Everyone exclaimed and couldn't believe it.
"This painting..." Jiang Lu took a deep breath: "It has a high artistic value!"
The second senior brother was stunned and asked subconsciously: "How high is it?"
"Three or four stories high."
"No, wait, answer me first, how could you draw me like this?" Bishuang asked, "Are you spying on me?"
She doesn't even call herself a slave anymore. It can be seen that she is really anxious.
"No." Jiang Lu said proudly: "I can draw a girl without clothes just by looking at her figure."
"No, that's not what I said."
The embarrassed Bishuang stamped her feet: "I'm talking about this! How did you know about it?"
"This."
Jiang Lu smiled mysteriously: "Perhaps you can wipe it clean next time you go out, and I suggest that you don't make too strong an expression on your face, as wrinkles will appear in the future."
"Uh..."
Bishuang was startled, then bit her lip and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
Jiang Lu always believed that just copying when making portraits was a sign of inferiority, so from the beginning he used [Insight] to carefully observe Bishuang, trying to find some differences.
Thanks to the contradictory contrast between innocence and dust in the other party, as well as the cool attire of Yunyanlou, he suddenly found a breakthrough with the help of [Insight]——
There is a completely different moist feeling on her thighs that is hard to find on other skin!
Combined with her intact knees and elbows, as well as the principle of water flowing to lower places and the appearance of water stains as a basis for judgment, Jiang Lu immediately guessed that she was not kneeling or lying down, but sitting. Holding M legs.
In this way, Bishuang's posture in the painting will come naturally.
"You are clearly standing in the present, but you can see the past. This is no longer something that ordinary top painters can achieve!"
After listening to Jiang Lu’s explanation, the judges were shocked and said:
"If he wants! He can even draw a picture of a person's life based on what he looks like at a certain moment!"
Jiang Lu frowned: "Don't take me with you if you are pretending."
After speaking, he said calmly: "It's okay for a short time, but it's still unrealistic for a long time."
But his words did not make people disappointed in him, but made them appreciate him even more.
"It's so rare to be so humble even though you have such ability!" President Yun sighed in the distance.
"This... is our Holy Son."
Although Ling Ling and Zizhu were equally surprised by Jiang Lu's first display of strength, they still forcibly calmed down in front of outsiders and made expressions as if they had known this would happen.
"The slave family is willing to accept the defeat." Bi Shuang said to Jiang Lu with a complicated expression.
If your skills are not as good as others, you can only be convinced.
The second senior brother held Jiang Lu's painting and stared at the Bishuang on the painting. Without raising his head, he asked in a trembling voice with a hint of fear: "In this case, can you also tell that I was half an hour ago?" The scene of playing with the rich woman?”
Jiang Lu was stunned for a moment: "I'm not that perverted..."
The second brother slowly raised his head and looked directly at Jiang Lu: "I, Hanlie... recognize you! You are the champion this time!"
"Huh? Haha, I declined."
Jiang Lu shrugged and said indifferently in front of everyone with puzzled faces:
"I'm just here to have fun. I don't want to be a champion and go to sea. The time is almost up, so I'll withdraw first!"
"what?"
"Your father is leaving! Hehe."
Chapter 148 After abandoning the game, he was treated as T0 and started special training!
"No, what do you mean?"
"Literally, I don't plan to debut. I am here just to prove that I am capable of being a good worshipper."
Jiang Lu said, taking back his clothes in the clothes basket and starting to change in front of everyone:
"I've had enough fun now, so I need to moisten it up."
The judges panicked when they saw the promising candidate suddenly planning to leave: "No, you filled out the application form, you can't deny it!"
He took out the registration form with the three characters "Ye Liangchen" written on it, turned over the back and waved the precautions and registration terms in front of Jiang Lu, trying to awaken his spirit of contract.
"Ah? What does the registration form filled out by Ye Liangchen have to do with me, Jiang Zhimo?"
Jiang Lu shrugged: "Go find Ye Liangchen."
"You used a fake name?" The judges had never met anyone who gave themselves a pseudonym before they even started working, and they were very confused: "Then your address is also fake?"
"Ha, who is a serious person who lives in Round Clam Town?"
Jiang Lu patted the second senior brother on the shoulder:
"The championship is given to you. I look forward to your great performance as the Jade Worshiper. 91 points."
The second senior brother's face was full of anger: "My name is not 91 points, my name is Henlie!"
Jiang Lu had no choice but to nod: "Then it's 91."
Seeing that Jiang Lu was about to leave, the judges were so anxious that they burst out with the pressure of the golden elixir stage, covering Jiang Lu: "You are not allowed to leave!"
But at this moment, a gentle force protected Jiang Lu.
"Don't be presumptuous."
President Yun didn't want to get involved, but when he saw his family members attacking Jiang Lu, his eyelids jumped immediately and he had no choice but to take action.
If this caused the Holy Son of Shise Academy to suffer a loss under his own hands, he didn't dare to imagine how serious the consequences would be.
"President?" When the judges saw the backbone coming, they immediately shouted anxiously: "President, we can't let him go. The former entertainers have shriveled up and are in urgent need of fresh blood. This is a matter of concern. The survival of our chamber of commerce is a major matter."
Before President Yun could express his position, Jiang Lu asked in disbelief: "Does a chamber of commerce as big as yours really only make films?"
President Yun said to the judges with a complicated expression: "You go down first, this is a distinguished guest, don't be rude."
Although he didn't know why, the president said so, and even though the judges were no longer willing to let Jiang Lu go, they had to nod in agreement.
At the same time, Ling Ling and Zizhu, who had been spying on Jiang Lu in a dark corner as he showed off his masculine charm, finally appeared.