Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

Jiang Zhe looked at the list of candidates and found it particularly pleasing to the eye. His name was ranked second in the oil painting major, ranking high, and this was not ranked according to the number of strokes in the surname.

Although this is just a stage in the art exhibition selection process, compared with other honors he has won, it is not a very difficult challenge, but being successfully selected among the competition still makes him feel a sense of achievement and satisfaction.

In particular, he encountered some unexpected events during this selection, and he took the initiative to overcome the difficulties, which greatly increased his sense of gain.

Wang Zhen leaned closer to Jiang Zhe and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Congratulations, you passed the test successfully. Although it was expected, it is worth celebrating."

Jiang Zhe nodded.

He saw on the list that Professor Qin was selected, and the work of another teacher was also selected. A young painter he knew was also selected.

I looked again, but I didn't see the names of Fu Min and Mou Xing. Another young graduate student from our school had his work selected. Were only four oil paintings submitted by Binhai Art College selected?

He looked at Wang Zhen and said, "Fu Min and Mou Xing were not selected?"

Wang Zhen nodded: "I have checked it several times, and they are indeed not there.

There is nothing we can do about it. Our province has sent over 30 oil paintings, and Binhai Academy of Arts has four of them, which is the highest proportion.”

"What a pity." Jiang Zhe sighed.
Wang Zhen said, "It's nothing to regret. The third-year students' works were able to enter the provincial competition and participate in the exhibition. They have surpassed many of their peers. Although they failed to go further, the initial goal has been achieved, which can be regarded as a victory. I will enlighten them when I see them later."

Jiang Zhe nodded.

He also wanted to see the selection status of Lan Xin’s teachers and students. After all, he had spoken for others, so was there any effect?

At this time, more and more people are watching the list, and you need to change your position to see it.

Jiang Zhe struggled to make his way through the crowd, and in a short distance, he saw many kinds of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Some people were excited when they were selected and shared their joy with their friends, but most people were sad because they didn't see their names.

Of course, the worst case scenario is that you are not selected, but the person with whom you have conflicts is selected instead.

Some people looked unhappy, and some were even muttering that there was something fishy going on.

Jiang Zhe found a suitable position and saw that there were more people on the list of Chinese painting majors than those on the list of oil painting majors.

Wang Zhen followed Jiang Zhe and said in surprise: "I saw that Lan Xin was selected."

Jiang Zhe also saw Lan Xin's name.

Seeing that people who were close to him were also selected, he felt even better. Because of this matter, he also contributed.

Wang Zhen pulled Jiang Zhe out of the crowd and whispered, "Do you feel satisfied? Now you can also help others speak and do things."

That's really how it feels.

This feeling of being able to provide a little help, or even play a key role, when others need it is really special.

Jiang Zhe examined himself and felt that this feeling was a bit like, "I am your connection."

Wang Zhen said at this time: "Lan Xin's selection should be beyond many people's expectations. She will be under pressure."

"Why do you say that?"

"Among the selected Chinese paintings from your school, only one is a student's work, and the others are all teachers' works."

Jiang Zhe turned around and looked at the list again.

Sure enough.

How would other students who were not selected view Lan Xin? Congratulations, jealousy, this kind of pressure would indeed appear.

"She is different from you. You have won many honors and your works are sold at high prices. You are in the top tier among these painters. Even those old painters have no objection to your works being selected. But Lan Xin..." Wang Zhen paused and continued, "I want to watch her. In addition, you have to pay attention when we finally get together.

You are in great shape today, hold on to the end."

The two men communicated in a low voice while looking for Mou Xing and others.

Jiang Zhe saw teachers and students of the oil painting major gathered together.

Everyone was gathering around the teachers and students who were selected to express their congratulations. Of course, there were also some people whose faces were very unnatural and whose smiles were very forced, and they were all those who were not selected.

Mou Xing and Fu Min also forced themselves to smile. That forced smile could only last for a few seconds.

Jiang Zhe walked over and first congratulated Professor Qin and the selected people, and also accepted everyone's congratulations.

Those who were not selected did not feel any jealousy towards Jiang Zhe. On the contrary, the graduate student who was selected felt a certain amount of pressure.

Jiang Zhe comforted Mou Xing and Fu Min in a low voice.

Professor Qin and his colleagues also promptly enlightened the students that since they were participating in the selection, they should be able to go up and down. He also told the students that regardless of whether they were selected or not, they had to attend the circle’s gathering at noon, which was a test of their psychological quality.

At this moment, Jiang Zhe inadvertently saw Liang Gui standing outside the crowd, his face livid. Li Lu was beside him, whispering something, and although he couldn't hear her voice, his face didn't look good.

Jiang Zhe thought of a possibility and found it a little unbelievable.

He looked at the list again.

Just now, he was only concerned with whether he and people related to him were selected, and didn't pay attention to other people. He looked through the list of candidates for the oil painting major, and Liang Gui was not on it.

How can this be?

Although Liang Gui's painting style has changed over the years, he still has a certain reputation in the province, and his works are sold for hundreds of thousands of yuan. If he is not selected, it will be a bit strange.

When Jiang Zhe first looked at the list, he didn't even consider whether Liang Gui would be selected. According to his thinking, although the two had conflicts, the possibility of Liang Gui being selected was very high, so there was no need to pay attention.

I didn't expect such a thing to happen.

He looked at Liang Gui.

At this time, Liang Gui and Li Lu were walking into the hall. Li Lu seemed to be trying to dissuade them, but it was no use.

Liang Gui accidentally bumped into someone and continued walking forward.

The person he touched was also a loser and had a bad temper, so he immediately started quarreling.

Jiang Zhe found Wang Zhen and asked, "Did you see? Liang Gui was not selected."

Wang Zhen said calmly: "I saw it."

"With his level, he was not selected?" Jiang Zhe said.

Wang Zhen replied: "What's so strange about this? Art is a subjective thing. The evaluation of good and bad is too subjective.

You have experienced the art college entrance examination, and this phenomenon often occurs in college entrance examinations. The same person may have very different scores. You should be able to adapt to this phenomenon. "

"Suddenly I feel that this person is quite pitiful." Jiang Zhe said.

Wang Zhen replied: "When you say someone is pitiful, just press the corners of your mouth."

Jiang Zhe adjusted his expression: "This matter?"

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Wang Zhen immediately said, "Hey, this matter has nothing to do with us. I don't have that much ability. This is a collective decision made by the jury."

……

Liang Gui blocked a staff member of the review team at the door of an office.

He glanced inside and saw that the judges should have left through another door.

"Teacher Liang, I have something else to do, can you please?" said the staff member.

Liang Gui didn't believe the staff's words at all.

“Why wasn’t my work selected?” When he saw that his name was not on the list, he felt extremely disappointed, doubtful, and then, boundless anger.

How could I not be selected? Did they make a mistake? Did someone miss my name? Or are they just blind or jealous?
I came up with 1 reasons, but I just couldn't think of any reason why I was not selected.

He angrily went to the jury.

Others don't know who to complain to, but he knows it all.

The jury was well prepared and put forward one person to deal with this matter.

When it was confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the list and the review process, Liang Gui angrily questioned why his work was not selected.

When he was rational, he would not ask such a question, but at this moment, he no longer cared about that.

The staff member spoke out the prepared answer.

The result of the collective vote of the jury.

"Collective vote? I know everyone here. Who is against it?" Liang Gui asked.

"Teacher Liang, the jury will vote by secret ballot." The staff member was very good-tempered.

Liang Gui also knew that no one would admit it, but he just wanted to ask.

Li Lu hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "There must be a reason why Mr. Liang's work was not selected. It doesn't matter if it is given a low score. What is the reason?"

"Yes, what's wrong with my work?"

The staff is also experienced: "I am only responsible for logistical support work, the comments will not be explained to me.

I have vaguely heard some comments that your works do not reflect the rapid changes in our social life; whether it is the content or the painting techniques, they are a bit..." He chose his words and said, "They are a bit too conservative."

Liang Gui was angry again: "How can I be conservative? For so many years, I have been pursuing innovation. Do you know what innovation is?"

"Teacher Liang, please don't get excited." Although Liang Gui's attitude was bad, the staff member was not angry. He understood that if they quarreled here, everyone would lose face.

Anyway, it's none of my business, so I didn't take it to heart. It's not worth getting angry about it.

"Mr. Liang, if you have any opinions, you can go through the formal process and appeal to the organizing committee and the judging panel."

"What are you appealing about? You don't even understand a bit of innovation!" Liang Gui refused to give in.

Seeing that Lao Liang was getting more and more angry, Li Lu hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Lao Liang, calm down." Then she apologized to the staff.

Liang Gui vented his anger, calmed down a little, and simply left in anger.

Li Lu apologized to the staff again and hurried over.

The noise attracted a lot of attention.

Many people showed amusement looks when they saw Liang Gui leave angrily.

Many people who lost the election felt happy when they saw others explode because of this.

These people are unwilling to express their opinions in public, but hope that something will happen.

Soon, they had more excitement to watch.

Liang Gui’s outburst seemed to be a signal.

Many people who lost the election are unwilling to accept failure.

Some people called their friends to ask the reason, while others couldn't help but start cursing.

(End of this chapter)