Super Treasure Bag

Wiping a handful of ink on his face, Zhou Zilong got up from the ground and smiled embarrassedly in front of the audience.

"It was an accident just now, the inspiration was rushing out, I didn't master it, but it doesn't matter, start over!"

With a wave of his hand, the guy regained his excitement again, his eyes rolled steadily, without thinking of calling the staff to come and help, he lifted the table from the ground.

Then, he picked up the paintbrush and drawing paper again.

Bang bang bang!

Just like before, it was three more times, and directly patted the ink-soaked hand.

It's just that this time it's different from last time, the ink was changed to red...I don't know what new ideas have been made.

"Your brother... has always been like this?"

Sitting next to Zhou Sichen, Pan Shuangyu couldn't help asking at this moment.

"He... is not like this usually, maybe it's swollen."

Helplessly rubbing his forehead, Zhou Sichen felt strange in his heart, and then looked at Shi Dali again.

Undoubtedly, why Zhou Zilong was so swollen... not because of Shi Dali.

On Teacher Shi, he coughed dryly, and then kept his eyes open. Of course he knew what Zhou Sichen meant when he handed his eyes over, but he was a bit embarrassed, so he could only pretend to be nothing.

Besides, in the arena, other players were so disturbed by Zhou Zilong, basically they were confused.

Especially when others paint, they are all quiet, but this guy keeps making strange noises.

The big guy knew that he was painting because he was on the scene. If he changed the place, he would really think it was a demolition team.

But let's not say that this approach has fully extended the effect of the program. The audiences in the audience were originally players who only cared about their teams, but now they are basically staring at Zhou Zilong.

Especially some people who are more anxious, can't wait to step on the table and jump over to take a look, what is this kid painting?

In this way, the competition continued. After half an hour, the first player completed the work, and then the second...

Painting competitions are different from others. They are also one of the few categories that have judges. However, because the invitations are all well-known experts from all over the world, the judging criteria should also be fair.

In the end, nearly an hour passed, and only Zhou Zilong was left to finish his work.

"Mr. Shi, Zhou Zilong... really a genius?"

In such waiting, Pan Shuangyu asked Shi Dali again.

Before, she thought that Zhou Zilong was here to make fun, but this guy was really busy with his paintings in an hour.

This attitude is really interesting, at least the attitude is certain.

"Uh...it should be."

Similarly, Teacher Shi felt at a loss.

Zhou Zilong's ability, he had seen it before, that can be described in four words as terrible.

But the look and concentration displayed at this moment really make people feel a little convincing and emotional. Could it be that... he is really a genius?

It was almost the idea of ​​Shi Dali that just came out of his mind, and Zhou Zilong suddenly slapped the table.

"Hahaha, done!"

This slap, the one who came was a sudden, everyone in the audience was taken aback.

However, the ghost knew what kind of bridge it was, and because of this slap, the drawing paper on the desktop cracked in the middle again.

As a result, the scene fell into a strange silence again.

"Sorry, I was abrupt."

auzw.com Gently shook his head, Pan Shuangyu said slowly.

Teacher Shi directly covered his eyes.

Obviously... he was also abrupt.

It took an hour to paint, but I just finished the work, and I slapped it into two pieces. If this is a genius... it is a genius who has seen a ghost.

Zhou Zilong was obviously stunned.

He picked up the drawing paper in a daze, then glanced at the audience, followed by a sudden grin.

"I did that on purpose."

This answer makes many people look at each other, but they don't know what to say.

Is it... really intentional?

With such weird thoughts, almost everyone looked at the work in Zhou Zilong's hands at the same time.

Looking at it this way, the big guys are dumbfounded.

What is that?

Colorful, messy, unorganized, can't understand anything...

By the way, Zhou Zilong's face is confident, that confidence seems to have taken off, and his eyes are also very clear to tell the big guy, if you don't understand my work, you are all Sabie!

So, no one paid attention to the works of other contestants.

Everyone is staring at Zhou Zilong's paintings, almost trying everything they can to see something special from it, but they really can't see it.

It's fine if you don't see it, and no one dares to question it.

Think about it with your toes. Facing such an international genius competition, on the highest stage in the world, there is no doubt that every player brought here must be of sufficient level. At least not an idiot!

Under such circumstances, Zhou Zilong's painting must have something special.

Especially those old judges are almost silent!

Their attitude is so cautious, coupled with Zhou Zilong's posture like the world, in fact, it is enough to explain the problem.

"This painting...what the **** is it?"

Suddenly, the big bone sitting next to Shi Dali couldn't help but ask Teacher Shi.

With this question, Shi Dali, Zhou Sichen, and Pan Shuangyu were all stunned, and then looked at each other.

Yeah, what the **** is this?

"It's incredible, it's incredible, how could there be such an unimaginable work, genius... true genius!"

Then, before Shi Dali spoke, Wen Xiaotian, who had been silent all of a sudden, jumped up and shouted with red ears.

With such a voice, it really almost disrupted the quiet atmosphere of the scene, and in a very short time, almost everyone knew what she was shouting.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Wen Xiaotian blankly again, Shi Dali felt that his brain was not enough.

Just forget Zhou Zilong messing around, what is Wen Xiaotian doing?

"It's... Brother Zilong asked me to shout."

Noting Shi Dali's sluggish eyes, Wen Xiaotian sat down honestly and muttered softly.

Hearing this answer, Shi Dali covered his head again.

That's right, Zhou Zilong...What a genius!

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