Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 89 The last minute!

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Misha brought her painting to the final delivery place.

Misha glanced at the time, holding the painting in one hand, and hurried in.

The person at the front desk glanced at the wall clock on the wall and saw that there were only 10 minutes left, so he yawned loudly and began to pack his things.

"Let's go, let's go. I've been here for a month. If you want to participate, come early to participate." A person put away the things on the table.

A few other people also nodded. The week before the competition, there were a lot of submissions. The later the competition, the fewer people submitted.

Especially today, no one came to submit the manuscript.

"I think it's just waiting for nothing. Did you see that the person who signed up for the competition a few days ago is a professor! He has opened an art exhibition himself and is well-known in the industry."

"Even the professor can participate?"

"Of course, many professors don't participate, and the competition is anonymous, because they are worried that they won't get the first place, and they are afraid of shame."

The two got together and asked in a low voice, "Where was that professor just now?"

"Hey, when he came to submit the painting before, I took a peek at it. The painting is really beautiful! I think he will definitely win the first place! So, no matter how many people come to participate, it doesn't matter."

The two laughed immediately, and quickly packed their things and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Misha hurried in from the outside, and directly slapped the painting on the table!
panting.

"I participate in the competition!"

The two who were packing up were taken aback and looked up at her.

"Participate in the competition? The time has passed, you are late."

Misha turned her head and pointed at the clock on the wall.

"It's not up yet, it's still 1 minute away!"

Several receptionists turned their heads to look over and rolled their eyes in dissatisfaction.

"If you don't come early, you'll have to wait."

She reached out and took the painting, and threw it directly on the car behind.

"Really think you can win an award? Stop dreaming."

Misha frowned. "How do you know I won't win the prize?"

"Of course I know. Are you okay? Then hurry up and don't stop us from packing up!"

Misha stood aside anxiously, watching them send their paintings into the vault, before turning and leaving.

After going out, she saw a silver Spyker parked by the side of the road from a distance.

Misha hurried over and knocked on the window.

"Bo Xinglan, I've caught up."

Bo Xinglan raised her head from the contract and looked at Mi Xia with soft eyes.

"Ah."

Mi Xia looked at him with a calm look, if it wasn't for Bo Xinglan not waking her up in time, why would she be in such a hurry?
Just ran all the way here.

But as long as it's submitted.

Misha clapped her hands.

"Okay, let's go back."

On the second day after the deadline for submissions, all paintings entered into the competition were sent to the competition center.

This art competition is the largest competition in the country, and the competition column group invited five of the most outstanding domestic painters to make a selection.

The previous paintings were gathered together, and after a week of evaluation, the ten most outstanding paintings were selected and entered the final evaluation stage.

Just when Misha went back to school contentedly, all the paintings were sent to the judges.

Today is the last day of selection. Each judge has seen hundreds of paintings in the past few days, made a detailed analysis, and selected nine paintings. Now only the last painting remains.

The last batch was on the table in front of them, and everyone's eyesight and mind were tired from overuse.

Looking at the few paintings in front of them, they all frowned, feeling very headache.

(End of this chapter)