The ancestors brought black and red juniors to become popular in variety shows

The painting on display now is probably the largest painting in the entire competition.

Most of the other paintings are Chinese paintings or meticulous paintings, but this work is a mural.

The complex craftsmanship and brilliant colors are very impactful.

It was supposed to be a magnificent work, but the audience present was not so satisfied and started whispering below.

But Ning Fan changed his previous boredom and stared at the mural in front of him with his narrow eyes, his eyes filled with light.

When she heard the words of the judge next to her, she didn't even look away, she just nodded.

"Well, this is a bit interesting."

After hearing her words, several judges turned their attention to the mural again.

"This one is indeed different. This should be the only mural in this competition, right?"

"Yes, mural works are indeed rare, and there are fewer and fewer children learning murals now."

As they spoke, their eyes slid down to the signature at the bottom of the mural.

Seeing that it was a completely unfamiliar name, their expressions were a little surprised.

Ning Fan naturally did not miss their expressions, so he asked: "Do you know this person?"

Several judges were silent for a few seconds before speaking, "I have no impression. This must be my first time participating in this type of competition."

"However, the painting is quite good, it's just a pity..."

Their voices were much lower on the last few words, even too low to be heard clearly.

But Ning Fan heard it clearly.

"It's a pity that he is just a child from an ordinary family."

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, "Don't you have any works before?"

The judges' expressions were also very confusing, "I have never heard of this name, and I probably haven't published any works before. I really didn't expect that such a good idea has been buried for so long."

Although he said this, several judges looked at each other and everyone understood what the other person meant.

Although this is a competition, the top few are already the unwritten rules within the cultural association, and the top few are all the youngest members of the aristocratic cultural families.

Although there were some good talents in the competition in previous years, their abilities were not outstanding, so it was not an exaggeration to be ranked after third place. However, today's mural was beyond their imagination.

However, even though they have been following this rule for so many years, if they really see good works and meet young people with potential, they will not stick to the rules and miss this potential stock.

Although several judges admired this work, the audience in the auditorium did not think so. Ever since this work appeared, there has been a chaotic discussion.

"What is this? It's a mess, not only the colors but the characters, it's so messy that I can't tell what it is trying to express."

"Yeah, the whole painting has no focus at all, and the colors are weird. How can I still participate in the competition with such a level? I'm really speechless."

"Yeah, no matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary mural, with no highlights at all."

Since Ning Fan appeared, Brother Lei, who had been making trouble before, couldn't focus on his works and would look in Ning Fan's direction from time to time.

He also noticed that Ning Fan was obviously more interested in this work. He sneered slightly with disdain in his tone.

"I used to say that Teacher Qi's works were so bad. I thought he was some kind of expert. At this level, he only likes flashy things and has never had any insomnia."

"What an amateur."

He spoke loudly and was heard by the surrounding audience.

When Ning Fan said that Qi Qin's works were worthless, disdain flashed in his eyes.

They had doubts about Ning Fan's strength, and now they even beat her into a vase.

"Oh my God, it turns out that I don't even know Teacher Qi's works, so why should I be a judge? I don't think there is any need to compete in this competition. It will just become her personal show."

"Forget it, trust the other judges. The other teachers are all old judges and they will definitely not let her do whatever she wants."

"That's right. Now I just hope she won't score randomly and break the rules of the game."

Ning Fan didn't care what those people were saying. She stared at the mural in front of her, looking at it inch by inch. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became.

I never thought that someone could paint murals so well after a thousand years.

I hope that when I see the author of this work soon, she will not be disappointed.

At first, everyone had no interest in this mural, but suddenly an audience member shouted in surprise, "Huh? What is the detail that was enlarged just now?"

This sentence made several judges focus on the details displayed on the big screen.

The staff was very discerning and magnified the details again, presenting complete and clear details in front of everyone.

Seeing what was displayed on the screen, the judges covered their mouths and shouted in surprise, "This is not...!"

Compared to the surprise of others, Ning Fan looked very calm. She raised her eyes to look at the magnified detail.

The painting style of the mural is very special, and it is different from ordinary Chinese paintings and gongbi paintings, so the people painted are different from usual ones, with the unique style of the mural.

But it is precisely because of this that makes this character even more special.

This enlarged detail shows a woman wearing a long dress.

This woman is dressed differently than everyone knows. Her hair is only held up half by a hairpin, and the rest is scattered casually behind her. She is wearing a red and black long skirt and robe, with hair on her head and body. With hanging ornaments.

Such strange costumes kept the audience discussing.

However, several judges knew very well who the person in the painting was. They couldn't help but look at each other and lowered their voices, "Is this the legendary one?"

Among them, the old man who was the master of painting pushed up his glasses and said, "It's her. I've been studying her for so many years. I'm pretty sure this is that person. She can't be wrong."

"It's just that we have never found a portrait of that person in so many years. We didn't expect to see it in the painting of such a young man."

The other judges were even more surprised, but how did such a young man know that person and draw him so accurately?

Listening to the riddle-like conversation between several judges, Ning Yizhou tilted his head and looked at the people on the big screen in confusion. He rubbed his eyes and suddenly felt something familiar.

I looked at it carefully for a while, then suddenly realized it, and quickly covered my mouth that almost screamed.

This, isn't this our ancestor? !

Although he has never seen the portrait of his ancestor, he is very sure that this is the ancestor!

He subconsciously looked at Ning Fan, who just leaned back on the chair and stared at himself in the painting, without any expression or saying anything.

He quickly looked at other people, especially the senior executives of the Cultural Association, trying to see some flaws, but those people only saw differences and amazement.

Only the person with evasive eyes just now frowned at the goddess in the painting, and then suddenly picked up the phone, seemingly wanting to contact someone.

Ning Yizhou quickly poked Ning Fan and motioned for her to look over.

Ning Fan glanced at the man and then looked away, shaking his head at Ning Yizhou.

Ning Yizhou understood what Ning Fan meant, which was to tell him not to alert others. It shouldn't be a big problem. He had no choice but to sit back with some regrets, thinking that he had discovered something important.

The audience at the scene were just curious about the people in the painting, but few could tell who it was, so they just discussed it for a while before their attention was attracted by others.

And several judges looked at each other. There was some struggle in his eyes, and he finally wiped the card he had just scored and wrote down the score again.

Perhaps because the author of this work is not well-known, the exhibition ended quickly and moved on to the next work.

After all the works were displayed, Ning Fan saw no more works that aroused her interest.

Every time she showed a work, she raised her head to glance at it, then quickly lowered her head to write and draw on the scoring card, which looked like graffiti.

After all the entries were displayed, the host returned to the stage.

“Now that all the works have been displayed, it’s time to move on to the next step, where the judges will give scores.”

After the words fell, a staff member came up and put away the cards that the judges had scored.

The host continued, "Let everyone wait patiently for a few minutes and wait for the staff to tally the scores before announcing it."

While waiting, the audience discussed who the top three were.

"The first place must be Teacher Qi. There is no need to guess. As for the second place, I think it should be Teacher Cheng. Her embroidery is really beautiful. I am a little confused about the third place."

"The first place is the same for us, but I think Teacher Cheng should be third, and the second place should be the shadow puppet show! This is rare, but it is really amazing!"

"Ah! I almost forgot about the shadow puppet show. This one is really awesome. I used to think this thing was not interesting at all, but I got a little carried away when I saw it just now."

Ning Fan leaned back on the chair, tapping her fingertips on it, and the audience's discussion reached her ears word for word.

When she mentioned the shadow puppet show, she nodded silently.

This is really good, one of the more outstanding among the boring works.

But thinking about the mural just now, Ning Fan's mood was not so bad.

Seeing a mural of this caliber, today is not in vain.

Moreover, what interested her about the mural was not only the painting skills and colors, but also the overall design and some details in the painting. It could be seen that the author of this painting had some skills.

Not only that, the author could draw himself so accurately, but also in the costume of that sacrifice, which made her have to make some guesses.

It's just that the author's name is different from what he guessed, which makes him even more interested in the author.

After a few minutes, the host returned to the stage. Thumbnails of all the contestants' works flashed on the big screen behind him, and then the names of several judges appeared behind the thumbnails.

Seeing the words appearing on the big screen, the audience fell silent and waited for the judges' scores.

The host picked up the microphone and said, "The judges' scores for all entries will be announced now, as well as the total scores for each entry."

After the words fell, numbers appeared in the empty space behind the judges' names on the big screen.

The whole place was quiet for a few seconds, and heated discussions and exclamations broke out randomly.

"How could this happen? Is this calculation wrong?"

"How could this happen? I didn't guess any of them correctly. This shouldn't be the case!"

There were not only tourists coming to watch the game in the auditorium, but all the contestants were also sitting in it.

The moment they saw the scores, the smiles on some players' faces suddenly froze, while others showed unexpected expressions.

One of the young people had been smiling, but when he saw the score, his face suddenly darkened, his eyes full of disbelief.

Friends around him were also shocked, "This must be a miscalculation, no, no, it must be a typo."

Others also echoed, "Yes, Brother Qi, how could your score be so low? It must have been written incorrectly during the statistics."

"Then the calculation was wrong again. It must be like this. Otherwise, you should go to the judges and ask. This must be wrong."

After listening to what his friends said, the man's expression still did not improve.

This young man is Qi Qin.

He didn't think that his work would definitely get full marks, but he didn't expect that a judge would give him such a low score.

His eyes moved gently to the work next to him.

Both this work and the signature of the work are a completely unfamiliar name, but this work is one step higher than him.

How could this be?

If he loses to anyone who is somewhat famous, he will not question why it is such a person whose name he has never heard of! !

Listening to the whispers behind him and the eyes on him, Qi Qin's hands on his knees clenched tightly into fists.

It was this point that shocked the entire audience.

"No way? Teacher Qi is actually one point lower than that person, so how are you ranked now? I can't understand it anymore."

"Is the ranking the important thing? The ranking is that Teacher Qi is one point lower than that person, I don't know who it is. How is this possible!"

"That's right. I've never heard of that person. How could he win over Teacher Qi? Is it a miscalculation or an inside job?"

When the inside story was mentioned, everyone looked at Ning Fan with some other meaning in their eyes.

"It must be her fault. She was very interested in that painting just now."

"She and this author have known each other before, right? You know there won't be anything good for her to be a judge. She had a lot of things when she participated in variety shows before, and she even made a guest withdraw!"

"Ah? There is such a thing. Oh my God, people like this are here to be judges, and they openly bring in private goods and the organizers don't care about it?"

"If it is really so unfair, none of us will participate in it in the future."

Although most people were questioning Ning Fan, some people calmly discovered the problem, "No, look at that person's mural. The scores given by the other judges were also very high, so it's not a big deal." Private goods, right?"

After hearing this, some people calmed down and looked at the scores, and then noticed Qi Qin's score.

The other three experts all gave relatively high scores, and only Wen Shi gave lower scores.

And Ning Fan even gave him a grade that didn't even pass.

As for the mural's authors, the three masters scored in the middle or upper range, while Wen Shi gave a relatively high score.

The most important thing is that Ning Fan directly gave him full marks.

That’s why the score of this work shot up directly.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the mural, "Is this painting really so good? These judges gave it high marks, why didn't I see what's so good about it?"

"Me too. Could it be that the judges gave the wrong score? Or does that person have some background?"

For a time, the entire exhibition area was buzzing with discussion.

At this moment, a very obvious sound suddenly sounded.

"Can I question the rating?" His voice silenced the audience, and everyone looked at him.

Only then did he realize that it was Qi Qin who was speaking.

The host was stunned when he heard this question. After all, the competition has been held for so many times, and this is the first time that a player has questioned the score.

He subconsciously looked at several judges, but the judges did not receive his gaze because they had all turned back to look at Qi Qin.

Ning Fan turned around and met Qi Qin's eyes.

Before he could speak, he heard Ning Yizhou click his tongue in displeasure, "What does he mean? Is he questioning your score? Do you really think you are some kind of master?"

Ning Fan didn't pay too much attention, she just chuckled and looked back at Qi Qin.

"Do you question the score I gave you?"

These words made everyone look at Ning Fan again.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Ning Fan to ask this directly.

It was just a cultural innovation competition, but now it suddenly has the illusion of a points-based competition.

Qi Qin did not shy away and looked directly at Ning Fan, "Yes, I don't understand why you gave me such a low score, and I also don't understand why you gave that work such a high score."

"As a contestant, it should be a normal request to question the rating of my work, right?"

He said so categorically that the surrounding audience also became firm, "That's it. We also want to know why we rate it this way."

"Since it is a competition, it must be fair and just. We believe that even the judges should give the reasons for giving such scores. At least let us convince the public so that the scores can be calculated."

This suggestion prompted the rest of the audience to chime in.

In the midst of the chaos, Ning Yizhou's sarcastic voice suddenly sounded, "You are asked to give up points to count? Who are you?"

These words made everyone suddenly quiet down. Everyone understood what he meant and looked a little ugly.

The person who first proposed this suggestion retorted, "Although we are just the audience, the artistic work cannot be decided by one person. It must be recognized by everyone before it is considered a good work."

These words made most of them agree.

Ning Yizhou did not admit defeat at all, "Ah, then you have such a good aesthetic, why don't you want to be a judge? Don't you want to?"

This sentence made the man's face suddenly darken.

At the same time, there were bursts of laughter all around. The man opened his mouth to retort, but no words came out. In the end, his face turned black and red from holding back.

In the end, only the host came out to smooth things over.

"Although our cultural innovation competition has not had this part before, since the contestants have proposed it, we will naturally not refuse it, but the specifics still depend on the judges' ideas."

Although this sounds nice, it actually just kicks the ball back to the judges.

Several judges looked at each other and said nothing. In fact, they were also curious about why Ning Fan gave Qi Qin such a low score.

Ning Fan did not look at the other judges, but still stared at Qi Qin.

This confident and arrogant look is really too familiar. Even after a thousand years and so many generations, this family still has this character.

Ning Fan chuckled, "Okay, then what is your request?"

Qi Qin originally firmly believed that what he did was not wrong, and he was not afraid of any judges.

But for some reason, when he met Ning Fan's eyes, his whole body trembled unconsciously, and cold sweat dripped down.

He subconsciously wanted to look away, but when he thought of what he was going to do, he forced himself to look at Ning Fan.

"My request is to know why you gave me such a score, and..."

His eyes moved to the mural next to him, "Why is that painting a perfect score?"

No one present was surprised by these two demands, because this was also their puzzlement.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Ning Fan, waiting for her answer.

Ning Fan leaned back relaxedly on the chair, his whole posture relaxed, and there was no hint that he was being questioned.

After hearing Qi Qin's words, she did not look at Qi Qin, but her eyes swept across the entire auditorium, as if looking for someone.

Qi Qin suddenly felt annoyed that he had been ignored. His face instantly turned red and he raised his voice, "Did you hear what I said?"

Ning Fan glanced at him lightly, "What's the rush?"

Then he asked with great anticipation, "Is the author of that mural here now?"

These words made other viewers also curious, and they realized that it seemed that the author of this mural had never appeared. Even if his work received a perfect score, there seemed to be no special performance.

The audience also began to look around to see what kind of person could get such a perfect score, and also discussed.

"This should be the first perfect score in so many games, right?"

"And judging from the scores given by other judges, I feel that he must be a very powerful person, but I have never heard of his name!"

"What kind of great god is he hiding for so long!"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Qi Qin's expression became even worse. Originally, he was the protagonist of this matter, but because of Ning Fan's light words, everyone's attention was suddenly taken away.

The protagonist became the author of the mural again, which made him even more resentful towards the author of the mural and Ning Fan.

But listening to everyone's discussion and Ning Fan's question, he couldn't say a word. He could only stand there like a fool and wait for the author of the mural to appear.

He could even imagine that after that person appeared, his attention would be drawn away by him. Qi Qin lowered his head and hit his body with his hands tightly clenching into fists.

But after waiting for a while, no one responded, which made some viewers impatient.

"What's going on? Isn't he here? It shouldn't be, doesn't it mean that the authors of all the entries are here?"

"He hasn't even been ranked yet. He's so big on airs. Is it possible that he's still waiting for the judges to invite him? Or is it because we exposed the deal with the judges that he feels guilty and doesn't dare to show up?"

Ning Fan did not urge him, he still leaned on the chair and waited with his arms folded across his chest.

Just as everyone's discussion became louder and louder, a timid voice suddenly rang out, "That, I am."

Everyone turned around when they heard the voice and saw a girl weakly raising her hand.

She looked to be only about twenty years old. She wore a pair of large black-rimmed glasses on her face, her whole small face was covered by the glasses, and she was wearing a large sweatshirt.

She looks like an ordinary girl, and there is no way she can paint such a magnificent mural.

Some people subconsciously questioned, "Are you the author of that mural?"

The girl stood up slowly and nodded slightly, "Yes, I am Er Yuan."

Her appearance made everyone even more shocked, "She is actually a girl, I thought she was a man!"

"The important thing is that this name sounds like a man. I really didn't expect it to be such a little girl. It's really incredible."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Er Yuan lowered her head and held the corners of her clothes in front of her with both hands. She quietly raised her eyes to look at Ning Fan, only to find that Ning Fan had been staring at her with a smile. She trembled in fright and quickly said Hang your head.

"Um, Teacher Ning, what do you want to see me for?"

Ning Fan looked at the little girl. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect it to be a girl, but seeing her rabbit-like reaction, there was a bit of a smile in his eyes.

She bent her eyes at the girl and smiled.

"If someone questions your score, then naturally both parties involved will have to show up."

Hearing this, the girl lowered her head a little more, but what she said shocked everyone.

"I have no problem with the score."

Qi Qin looked at her fiercely, his eyes shocked.

She got perfect scores, of course there was no doubt about it! !

And what's the matter with her natural attitude? Is she so confident that she will definitely win?

He was indeed surprised that the author of the mural was a girl, and after the girl stood up, he was even more convinced that the girl had not appeared in any competitions or exhibitions before, not even at some gatherings, and must be a half-baked monk. of.

Realizing this, his heart became even more unbalanced.

He looked at Ning Fan and said, "Now that we have all stood up, can Teacher Ning tell us why we are graded like this?"

Ning Fan nodded, "It's okay, but you need to say it before I say it."

Qi Qin and the girl looked at her in confusion, "Shall we talk first? What do you want to say?"

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows as a matter of course, "Of course I am talking about the creative concept. Since I am an author, I must have ideas when I conceive. Let's talk about it individually."

After hearing this sentence, the expressions of the two people changed differently.

The girl suddenly understood at first, then became a little embarrassed and looked even more nervous.

But Qi Qin's face turned even uglier, and his lips trembled as if he were afraid of something.

The surrounding audience also started discussing after hearing Ning Fan's words.

"There is no problem if you listen to their creations."

"This little girl is so young. Who knows whether she drew this painting by herself? You will know after listening to what he said."

"Indeed, there is no need to worry about Teacher Qi. Although he is young, he has been painting for so many years and he must be completely comfortable with such theoretical issues. Maybe we can learn something from it!"

As he said this, the audience looked at Qi Qin expectantly.

Naturally, Ning Fan did not miss Qi Qin's expression. She raised her chin and said, "Since you are so anxious, you can talk first."

Qi Qin originally wanted Er Yuan to speak first, but he didn't expect Ning Fan to stop him first.

He could only swallow the words that came to his lips, which also made his face look even weirder.

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, he coughed lightly and slowly opened his mouth, "I, my creative concept for this work is..."

Everyone originally thought that as a mature painter like him, he would be eloquent and meaningful when talking about his creative ideas, but they did not expect that he would be so hesitant.

This made everyone a little puzzled.

Ning Fan was not surprised by his reaction. Instead, he said thoughtfully, "You seem a little nervous. I don't know where to start. I'll just ask a few questions."

"What is the content of your painting?"

This is the simplest and most basic question, but it was this question that made Qi Qin break into cold sweat and his lips trembled even more.

But so many viewers and judges looked at him and had to answer.

"What I drew is, ah, no, it's a flower, just a flower. It is very vivid and full of vitality. What I want to express is that I hope everyone can be as full of vitality and active life as this flower."

He said he was very satisfied, but he noticed something was wrong with the expressions of the people around him, especially Ning Fan, whose half-smiling expression made him sweat a little.

Ning Fan continued, "That's it, then what kind of flowers are you painting?"

Qi Qin was about to answer, but Ning Fan interrupted him directly and continued to ask.

"Then what kind of vitality is the vitality of this flower you want to express? Maybe..."

"Like some kind of animal?"

This question made him sweat profusely again.

The people around him gradually realized that something was wrong. What Qi Qin said seemed not to be his own painting.

Ning Yizhou had long known from Ning Fan that the flowers he painted were not flowers at all, but animals. Qi Qin probably knew it himself, and everyone thought he painted flowers, so he said this on purpose.

He crossed his legs leisurely, waiting to see his joke.

But he didn't expect that Ning Fan didn't pursue the question, but looked at Er Yuan next to him, "Then tell me."

Er Yuan was startled when he was suddenly called.

"Ah? It's me? Oh, okay, this mural of mine expresses an era created by the goddess herself thousands of years ago, and the subsequent development derived from her sacrifices and various industries and cultures developed, so the mural is The center is the saint who is being sacrificed, and behind her are all the things developed by her and subsequent developments. Anyway, it is because of these things that the era was formed, and it was also the era of the goddess."

She was originally reserved and nervous, but as she talked about her work, her eyes sparkled and she spoke more clearly and engagingly.

It easily brings all the viewers into the mural.

Ning Fan's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but Qi Qin's face turned gray.

After finishing speaking, looking at the puzzled expressions of others, Er Yuan hurriedly explained, "You can't see it like this. You need to turn off the light to see it."

The staff nearby turned off the lights very cooperatively and at the same time brought her mural back to the stage.

When the mural was taken out, everyone exclaimed.

"Oh my god, how could this happen?"

"This is so beautiful. The design is really amazing. I finally understand why it gets perfect marks!"

The content of the mural cannot be clearly seen in the darkness, but the final outline of the entire mural is swirling with light.

The outline of the light is a huge blooming orchid.

At the same time, I remembered Er Yuan’s firm and proud voice.

"Orchids are the representatives of goddesses, and that was the era of goddesses."