Hamasaki Naohara: "I admit defeat."
The audience was in an uproar.
"He, did he really admit it?"
"Is there a better way to be inferior to others besides admitting defeat?"
"This is..."
No, no, no, no answer, no answer, just beat to death, there is no room for struggle and sophistry.
At the table of the delegation—
Country R's representative's face was extremely ugly.
On the side, the representative of Huaxia chatted and laughed with Hu Yongwei: "Student Jiang is really good. He is well-educated and knowledgeable. I have never seen such a clever kid."
Hu Yongwei nodded: "The school also attaches great importance to Jiang's training, such as the Wujing class and the Mathematical Olympiad class are all arranged."
"Are there only these two classes?"
Well…
Huaxia representative: "How did I hear that she also won a gold medal in IOI? IOI is an information science competition, right?"
"No, that's right. However, due to funding problems, No. 1 Middle School has not yet opened an information competition training class, so..."
"It's not on?! Is it student Jiang?"
Hu Yongwei smiled coyly: "Self-taught."
"Self-study..." The representative of Huaxia frowned when he heard this, "How can this be done? If you really have this talent, but the school can't provide the corresponding conditions, wouldn't it be a delay?"
"Student Jiang is self-taught, but we can't ask everyone to do what Jiang did, right?"
Hu Yongwei nodded hurriedly, and answered yes again and again.
"Therefore, competition training should not only be done, but also all disciplines should be fully blossomed. Only in this way can students' potential be fully tapped and students' talents developed. Time waits for no one. Youth is precious to every child. If If we can't provide them with as many attempts as possible at this appropriate time, then the children cultivated under China's current education system are likely to be born with deficiencies."
As for the inborn deficiency, how much acquired effort will it take to make up for it
It's good to be able to make up for it, but I'm afraid that if I can't make up for it, then the child is doomed to be mediocre for the rest of his life.
"As for the issue of funding..." Huaxia representative paused.
Hu Yongwei immediately pricked up his ears.
"When I return to the imperial capital this time, I will report to the higher authorities and implement it as soon as possible."
"You took the trouble." The old headmaster was very grateful.
I didn't expect to have such a harvest, it was a surprise!
…
The ten-minute break ended, and the last "drawing game" began.
Due to time constraints, it is not realistic to paint on the spot, so I changed it to - Appreciation!
Judges: "Now we are projecting two groups of paintings, each with four paintings, all from the modern painting group of this year's New Youth Heming Cup. Since the competition schedule is not over yet, the sponsor has taken quite strict confidentiality measures for each work , so there is no evaluation and appreciation of these two groups of paintings on the entire Internet."
There is one other commentary that did not say.
In fact, these two groups of paintings are the candidates for the championship and runner-up in the final selection and voting, but the jury made a difficult decision about who won the championship, and the approval rate was 50/50.
Seeing that the ranking will be announced soon, but there is still no conclusion.
not as good as...
Let these two children express their opinions to see if they can get new ideas and viewpoints, and they can also give some references to the jury of the Heming Cup.
"Attention! When appreciating these two groups of paintings, I want to hear your clear opinions, and don't be ambiguous. To put it bluntly, I want you to classify the two groups of paintings as high and low, and write down the reasons on the whiteboard in front of you. .”
"Time for fifteen minutes, start now!"
Following an order, Hamasaki Naohara started writing immediately.
Jiang Fuyue didn't move, she just stared at the two groups of paintings projected on the curtain with a thoughtful look on her face.
Look at those two sets of paintings—
The first group is called "Blind".
The first painting shows two clasped hands, one is white and slender, the other is dark and rough. It is not difficult to see that this is a man and a woman, and judging from the holding posture, it is probably a pair of lovers.
In the second picture, in a garden surrounded by greenery, a beautiful girl covers her lips in surprise, while opposite her, a man kneels on one knee, holding a ring in his hand, and is proposing to the girl.
The painter is very clever in handling the details of the characters, whether it is the movement of the girl covering her lips in surprise, or the slightly red eyes with faint tears, they are all handled very well.
At first glance, one can smell the sweetness of love, just like the flowers in the garden.
However, due to the angle of view, only the expression of the girl was drawn, and the male protagonist who knelt and proposed only brought a back view.
In the third picture, the church is in the background. The girl puts on a beautiful wedding dress and holds a bouquet of flowers, becoming a bride to be married.
Only girls appear in this painting, and the male protagonist is not among them.
The fourth picture, here comes the key point!
It is also the biggest reversal of this group of paintings—
A couple of newlyweds walked into the sacred auditorium hand in hand, standing in front of the priest, the girl was still smiling, immersed in the sweetness of love, but the groom beside him had turned into a devil, showing ferocious fangs, behind him was a vine The open bloody background, and the endless darkness in the distance, a few bloody hands protruding from the smoke.
As beautiful as the first three pictures are, the last one will have as much impact on people.
The audience began to discuss—
"Fuck! This isn't a love story, it's a horror story, right?"
"After reading it, I only have one thought, which is to let the bride run away!"
"What exactly does the author want to express? Isn't it just to scare everyone?"
"I feel very negative energy, and my heart is heavy after watching it."
"Does the author want to satirize that all men nowadays are devils? Map guns? Or pastoral sex?"
"..."
Next is the second group of paintings, named "School Uniform".
Also on the theme of love.
The first painting is the campus boulevard. Men and women in school uniforms are facing the sunset, pushing bicycles, their backs are full of golden afterglow, and their shadows are elongated, and they go home from school together.
The second picture is still a campus boulevard, where men and women in school uniforms no longer push bicycles, but hold hands.
The third picture is still the campus boulevard, but the men and women are no longer wearing school uniforms. There is a distance between the two, and the back looks strange and alienated.
The fourth picture is the campus boulevard, there is a little Douding between men and women, and in the distance are students after school.
"Ah! I understand. This is from classmates to lovers, then quarreled, reconciled, and finally gave birth to a baby, with a happy ending."
"It looks so warm, the golden sunshine, the simple and unsophisticated campus, and the grassy fragrance of first love."
"Fuck, it makes me want to fall in love too! Buying breakfast plus homework tutoring, someone will be my girlfriend?"
"Tie Zhuang is coming with a 20-meter long knife, be careful~"
"I'm still afraid of him?! Cut—Hello, Director Zhao!" The man was startled, and he stood up, his face flushed and his eyes dimmed.
Zhao Tiejun: "Want to fall in love?"
"No, no, absolutely not! I just felt it when I saw the painting, and I didn't have this idea in my heart."
Zhao Tiejun said with a sullen face: "It's fine if you don't have one! It's the third year of high school, and the most important thing is to study, let me put other things aside!"
"Yes! I promise!"
Zhao Tiejun turned and left.
"Phew, the baby is scared to death. Tie Zhuang is so elusive that he almost lost his soul."
"Hahahaha... deserve it!"
"The price of mouth guns."
"I think the author of this painting must have had a puppy love, it's too small and fresh."
"However, do you feel that this group of paintings is beautiful, but the impact it creates is not as good as the first group."
"Hmm! And there is no reversal, and there is a lack of surprises."
"It's quite satisfactory, but the previous group is even more amazing."
"If I were to rate it, the first group would definitely be higher."
"Hiss—we've all seen it, then Sister Yue and Naohara Hamasaki must have seen it too, wouldn't they choose the same one?"
"Then how do you win or lose?"
"this… "
looked at each other.
"You are in the stands! What is Sister Yue doing?!"
ah
Everyone followed the trend and saw Naohara Hamasaki writing vigorously, but Jiang Fuyue was standing in front of the curtain, maintaining the same posture ten minutes ago, still staring at the two groups of paintings.
"Is Miss Yue in a daze? More than half of the time has passed, why hasn't she started writing yet?!"
"I'm stupid, what's going on?"
"Sister Yue, if your acupuncture points are tapped, just blink, I'll come to rescue you right away!"
"It's over, it's over, there are less than five minutes left, what should I do?"
Even the judges were shocked by Jiang Fuyue's "old monk in meditation", walked over and reminded her: "Student Jiang?"
"Huh? Say it."
This calm little tone...
The corner of the judge's mouth twitched: "It's almost time, why don't you start writing?"
Suddenly, her pupils shrank, and she stared several times at somewhere in the first group of paintings.
Then he looked away, turned to the judges, and smiled slightly: "Write it now."
After speaking, pick up the pen and take off the cap.
But there are only three minutes left...
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One watch, three thousand words.
Second watch, twelve forty!
There are three more~
Still looking for a fluttering duck~