"So?" The man's eyes flashed gloomily, "You two have already agreed to go to Japan together after the game is over, right?"
"There is no agreement." The boy scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said, "He mentioned it to me twice, saying that he hoped that I would win the competition, and then go with him, just to mention..."
"Stop it!" Wei Qing interrupted him with a low growl.
Yan Chuyang froze, with a surprised expression on his face.
"Huh---" Wei Qing let out a long breath, like a stabbed beast, with gloomy eyes pinching his waist, he walked back and forth twice around the boy, his aura was very cold and suppressed.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Chuyang approached anxiously, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Your face is ugly."
"Yan Chuyang." Wei Qing suddenly raised his hand and pinched the boy's shoulder, "Listen to me, this competition...can we...not participate?"
The air was silent for two seconds.
Seeing the man's serious eyes, Yan Chuyang laughed uncontrollably and shook his head, shaking Wei Qing's arm away, and said with a speechless smile, "What joke are you doing so early in the morning?"
"I'm not kidding you..."
"Oh, don't say it anymore." Yan Chuyang interrupted him anxiously, took the bag from the man's hand, opened the zipper and checked it, then raised his head after confirming that it was correct, and said,
"It's getting late, I don't have time to chat with you now, I'll chat with you after the game is over, I'm going to catch the bus first."
After finishing speaking, the boy hurriedly put his bag on his back, turned around and walked out of the living room.
Wei Qing stood on the spot, staring fixedly at the disappearing figure of the other party, his eyes were extremely dark.
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At ten o'clock, the game officially began.
It is an on-the-spot painting. The examiner gives a theme, and the contestants create an animation plot design with no less than eight scenes according to the theme.
Yan Chuyang was still nervous before the question was asked, but when he saw the examiner showing the question board, he immediately relaxed.
It is to create an anime story design about first love.
He got it right.
This manga exhibition competition is a large-scale international competition, which is held every June. Before the competition, Yan Chuyang collected and studied the painting themes from previous competitions. After comparing and screening, he roughly speculated several possible painting themes.
And first love is within the scope of his speculation.
He has done a lot of preparations before the game, from collecting materials to conceptualizing the framework, he has almost practiced the entire fluency, so he is very confident on the field.
"Ding." The timer for the start of the game rang.
Yan Chuyang picked up the paintbrush confidently, and drew the inspiration of the idea before the game on the drawing paper bit by bit.
Five hours of game time passed by in a flash.
The person in charge of the competition will collect the finished works of all contestants.
When handing over the drawing paper, Yan Chuyang's whole body and mind suddenly relaxed.
He played very well.
Whether it was depiction or plot structure, he showed his best form. The anxiety before the game disappeared without a trace, leaving only peace of mind and peace.
There are a total of 87 contestants, and he is confident that he can enter the top three in the final.
Bonus, Japan.
Yan Chuyang raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction. This time, he will surely win and will not let anyone down!
Because the art exhibition competition is not compared to other exams, the scoring process is very complicated due to its artistic nature, and it takes a lot of time to appreciate and analyze, so the results of the competition will be notified in the form of express mail three days later.
After the game, the contestants walked out of the arena sparsely.
Yan Chuyang didn't leave, he immediately called Wei Qing, he wanted to share his joy of finishing the game.
"Beep beep..." The phone rang for a long time before being picked up.
"Hello? Wei Qing." As soon as he heard the call was picked up, the boy quickly called out excitedly.
There was no sound on the phone.
"Wei Qing?" Yan Chuyang called out again.
After a short silence, the man said a word in a very cold voice: "Say."
Yan Chuyang's eyes flickered, and his heart, which was originally boiling, was chilled by this deliberately cold tone.
"I... my game is over." The boy muttered.
"Then what?"
Yan Chuyang lowered his head and muttered, "I think I draw very well, and I should be able to enter the top three."
"Oh, that's great." Wei Qing sneered, "Then I wish you all the best for your trip to Japan in advance."
Yan Chuyang was chilled down his spine by his indifferent tone, and whispered, "What's wrong with you, you seem very unhappy."
"I'm not unhappy." The man said casually, "Why are you unhappy? What does your game have to do with me? I'm very busy and don't have time to pay attention to your nonsense."
Breaking things.
The boy's face suddenly turned pale when he was excited by these three words. After a long silence, he said with a trembling voice: "You are in a bad mood now, I don't care what you say."
"Oh, don't you care? Yan Chuyang, when did you care?"
"What's the matter with you?" The boy said weakly, "The game is over, I just want to say thank you, thank you for helping me so much, if it weren't for your encouragement, I wouldn't..."
"Mr. Yan" Wei Qing interrupted him coldly, "Did you misunderstand something? Why should I help you? The two of us, one is the boss who pays the salary, and the other is the employee who receives the salary. We are purely doing business and doing business. , not even a friend, what do you think? How can you feel so good about yourself, that I will help an outsider?"
"Wei Qing!"
"I'm very busy, so I'll hang up first, by the way." The man paused and said seriously, "This is my private number. If Mr. Yan continues to call like this without any business, I will block you."
After speaking, the man hung up the phone.
Listening to the beeping on the other end of the phone, Yan Chuyang seemed to have lost his soul, and kept holding the phone, froze there in a daze.