Monster Catching Daddy

Chapter 485 We Are Allies (Part [-])
Others' paintings only have 4 minutes to appreciate and score, but Xinxin took a full 10 minutes.

If the time is not really tight, the judging panel and the organizing committee can only forcibly cut off the appreciation process, and the parents of the students and other contestants can wait for several hours.

When they moved the paintings down, many regretful sighs came and went, not only from below the stage, but also from the stands.

Everyone hasn't seen enough, and there is no doubt that this kind of painting cannot be bought by others, and it will be taken home by this family for collection. If other people want to see the real work, there is only one way. Family members become friends and are invited to his home.

But the difficulty of this matter is probably more difficult than buying three suites in Shudu, so I can only think about it.

The most pitiful thing is the author of the painting with the serial number 64. Everyone just had a full feast of Man Han, and suddenly it was replaced by a small noodle stall on the street. The sense of gap is too strong.

This little girl's level was originally at an upper-middle level. Although she didn't say she was in the top three, she should have been in the top twenty. As a result, many people unconsciously scored low scores, and visually estimated that she must have dropped to at least thirty or forty.

Xin Xin rated others normally, she perfectly inherited Shen Chong's own rationality, and was not affected by her own works.

However, the statistical base is as high as more than 100, and the father and daughter only account for two votes. A drop in the bucket cannot save the fate of that unlucky girl.

Immediately after the review of painting No. 64, the announcement of the scoring session began, and everyone was a little bored.

There is no suspense about the championship at all, and those who are still here are just curious about whether their child can get the second or third place, and how high the score of "Picture of Monsters in Immortal Mountain" can be.

The announcement of the score was presided over by the vice president of Shudu Academy of Fine Arts. The old gentleman stood on the stage with a smile on his face and said some words of encouragement loudly.

His general idea is to tell everyone that one competition cannot tell the whole story. Art is a broad and profound knowledge, and there is no end to learning. Only by winning without arrogance and losing, and by being brave and persistent, can we live up to our good years.

His words are very level, not only to comfort those players who are doomed to fail in advance, but also to secretly remind Xinxin not to be complacent.

But it's a pity that the old man dragged his words too much, and Xinxin didn't understand what he was saying at all.

Then he spent nearly 10 minutes announcing the results of the competition one by one.

The total score is 80. After the weighted average, the total score of most contestants is between 50 and 60, and a few people can touch the edge of 70, such as "The Great Wall" made by the son of the greasy aunt.

Before the announcement until the 63rd, this guy's score was always number one, but he and the greasy aunt couldn't be happier at all.

Is there anything sadder in the world than knowing that there is no prize in a scratch-off lottery ticket before you open it?
When scoring Xinxin just now, the mother and son couldn't hold back and gave high scores, and almost got full marks. Later, the greasy aunt really couldn't figure it out, so she randomly grabbed an item on her watch and adjusted it from 10 points to 8 points.

But obviously this couldn't stop Xinxin from winning the championship, it just served as a psychological comfort.

"The following is the announcement of the score of No.60 No. [-] contestant Shen Xinxin's "Picture of Monsters in the Immortal Mountain"! The composition...uh..."

The deputy dean paused for a moment, then looked back at the many judges behind him, and at the many parents and contestants in front of him, he was speechless for a while.

When he got stuck, there was an uproar below, and people were not only curious about what had happened.

Finally, the vice president continued after a pause: "Score for composition, 10 points."

As soon as he said this, everyone was in an uproar.

This means that more than 100 votes including all judges, parents of students and contestants scored full marks!
The judges don’t know how to communicate with each other when scoring. The vice president originally thought that at most half of the judges would give a perfect score, and it’s okay to give a perfect score. I didn’t expect everyone to think this way. What’s even more weird is that those who agreed to lower the score Parents of students and contestants also scored full marks.

"Handwriting points, 10 points!"

"Creativity points, 10 points!"

After the first score came out, everyone was just shocked, but when the next two scores came out, no one could calm down.

Every time he read one, there was a commotion in the audience, and the voice became louder each time.

Finally, he read the last one.

"Score for expressiveness, 10 points! Total score is 80 points! Full score!"

This is the first full score in the previous Shuchuan Youth Art Competition. It is unprecedented, and there should be no one in the short term. Moreover, this record comes from a child who is not yet six years old!

A disharmonious voice sounded, and Greasy Aunt couldn't hold back, and shouted loudly: "Something's wrong, I scored eight in expressiveness, not ten! There's a problem!"

She thought that she could expose the shady scene, that she could successfully pour a pot of dirty water on the painting that robbed her son of the championship.

There was a famous saying that it is more painful to lose the championship in the final than to be eliminated in the group stage.

At this time, the middle-aged aunt and her son felt the same way. No one could understand how depressed she was.

If it wasn't for Xinxin, the championship should have belonged to her son. This is a precious experience that can be boasted for a lifetime, and it will become an important resume for her son in this profession in the future, and even make her son jump out of the dragon gate.

But now that she was snatched away, she was still defeated by a five or six-year-old child, and her resume became a stain, at least she thought so.

Her unwillingness and jealousy once again dominated her reason, making her make this decision, and say this sentence in a fever.

But the deputy dean didn't change his face when he heard the words, and said with a calm smile: "Oh, please look down and take a look at the scoring rules carefully. Whether it is the judges' scoring or the public's scoring table, in order to ensure that the scoring is reasonable and accurate, we will remove the highest score. points, and a minimum score. Parent, it appears that your mark sheet has been invalidated due to an obviously unreasonably low score."

The greasy aunt's eyes were round, and then she looked down at the rules, and there really was this rule.

I'm afraid it's not a ghost!
With a total score of 80, I just scored 78 and became the lowest score among all of them?

With everyone's eyes focused on her, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Everyone seemed to be laughing at her for being so brazen and unreasonable.

Your conscience is greatly broken.

Her lips trembled slightly, she really wanted to justify something, she really wanted to complain about something, she thought it was simply unscientific.

Isn't it said that there is no first thing in literature and no second in martial arts? The full score art works are too exaggerated!

Shen Chong remained calm about this, anyway, he was ready to take revenge, so it doesn't matter if she messes around now.

"I announce that the 14-[-] age group of the Shuchuan Youth Art Competition has come to a successful conclusion, and the champion is...Student Shen Xinxin!"

After the episode, the deputy dean decisively announced the result.

Shen Chong took Xinxin to the stage to receive a three-piece set of medals, trophies and certificates, and then Hou Qiuhua came to the door and said that on behalf of Shuchuan Art Museum, he formally invited Xinxin and himself, hoping to bring "Hundred Monsters of Fairy Mountains" to the art museum. Exhibition for half a year.

Brother Shen tactfully but firmly refused on the spot.

Now he just wants to wrap the painting in a piece of cloth and take it home, how could it be displayed.

Teacher Hou felt very sorry, but there was nothing he could do.

As soon as he finished tossing around, he put the award three-piece suit and the original painting on the back seat after he went out, snapped a picture with his mobile phone, and sent it to Lao Lin.

"How about it? Didn't you say that we Xinxin can't win the championship? Did you see that? Did you see the rubbing score on the trophy? Full score! More than ten points ahead of No.2, winning the championship with an absolute advantage! I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, you have to remember you My words! Mother, please believe me, the level of Teacher Fuxue is really not bad. Xinxin used to be good at drawing, but not so good. Such a good teacher can’t be found even with a lantern! Let’s behave upright, don’t mess around Those gimmicky speculations."

After sending out the WeChat message, he leaned on the driver's seat and whistled, feeling extremely happy.

Xinxin really deserves to be his old Shen's daughter, she is better than blue, she has perfectly inherited her father's talent, and by the way, she also learned the technique of slapping her mother in the face!
Shen slapped his face and felt that he had upgraded.

Not only did he slap the child's mother in the face, but he also took his daughter to do it together!

He was trembling when Xinxin, who was waiting for Feng Chuixue to tidy up and got into the car, shot a cold arrow.

She coughed lightly, imitating Shen Chong's tone and tone, and said: "Xinxin, self-confidence is a good thing, but we must correctly understand the gap, right? Even if we lose..."

Xiao Guaiguai's ability is really great, imitating what Shen Chong said to her before, word for word, and almost the same tone of voice, and deliberately lowered her voice, showing an old-fashioned look.

Feng Chuixue, who was about to open the door to get into the car, let out a snort, and couldn't straighten up laughing.

Brother Shen's smile froze and his scalp was numb.

The plot is wrong, baby, why are you...

"Dad, do you think I can't win? Now I win, Xinxin I win."

Xinxin resolutely pursued the victory, beat the dog in the water, jumped to the side of the driver's seat, and while fingering Shen Chong's neck, he chattered cheerfully.

Grandma Shen was speechless and asked the sky, and cried silently.

My face hurts, my heart hurts.

Student Shen Xinxin is really good at holding grudges, even us fathers!
Obviously I paid so much for you, little darling, to learn how to draw, yet you even slapped me in the face!
You are ruthless, you are cold, and you are cruel!
So, am I in a cocoon?
Brother Shen looked back at Xinxin with a weeping face on purpose, "Xinxin, you can't do this, we are allies! You don't even let your allies go!"

(End of this chapter)