The proud master of the female president

When the brush left the rice paper, Situ Xiao gripped the pen holder tightly, with unwillingness written in his eyes.

Snapped!
The hard pen barrel broke into several pieces in an instant.

Finally, he dropped the brush.

He lost.

Although he hadn't finished the painting yet, when he accidentally discovered Lin Yu's semi-finished product, he knew he had lost-the other party was better than himself in all aspects of foundation and skills.

There is not much difference in a single aspect, but when all aspects are combined, the gap will be clear at a glance.

After all, he is still young, and he can crush painters of the same age, but there is a certain gap between him and a master.

What about the other party?
Grandmaster!

True master level!
"I... lost!" He gritted his teeth.

"Whether you win or lose, there should be a beginning and an end. Let's finish the painting." Lin Yu didn't raise his head.

"..."

Situ Xiao's eyes froze.

Suddenly, he walked to another empty table, picked up the brush and turned back: "Yes, the painting must be finished!"

Many times, different things have the same meaning.

Just like a warrior facing a strong enemy, knowing that his strength is not as good as the opponent, and knowing that the result of confrontation is death, should he just close his eyes and wait for death?

Do not!
Knowing that it is death to go up!
Just like at this moment, even if you know that the painting is not as good as the other party, the result seems to be doomed, you must not give up halfway, you must finish the painting!
10 minutes……

half an hour……

One hour……

This time, the size of the rice paper was much larger than last time, and the painting was much larger.

After more than an hour, Lin Yu completed it first.

"it is good!"

Fan Zhenlong immediately stepped forward, and when he saw this picture of Goshawk watching the sea, his eyes were full of little stars: "In terms of painting skills, I think I can't lose to my friends, but this artistic conception, momentum... I feel ashamed..." Goshawk Spread your wings and overlook the world!"

"Senior, you have won the prize." Lin Yu smiled.

"What I admire the most is not my little friend's paintings, but... In terms of educating disciples, my little friend is better than this old man."

That's right!

This is what Fan Zhenlong admires the most.

When he saw Lin Yu's level and knew through Shen Suyu that the unsigned landscape painting was from Lin Yu, he knew very well that Situ Xiao was doomed, so he let him give up his pen and admit defeat.

The results of it?
Lin Yu asked Situ Xiao to continue painting.

Even if you lose, you can't be anticlimactic, you must get things done.

This change in cognition will benefit Situ Xiao a lot, especially in future development.

"Little friend, is this painting...for sale?"

An old man came running quickly, staring at the painting intently.

In the world of traditional Chinese painting, Fan Zhenlong is a recognized master, so highly regarded by him... This painting is very valuable.

"I'll offer 500 million!" An old lady offered directly.

"To make Lao Fan admire it, this painting is worth more than 500 million—I will pay 1000 million!"

"1200 million!"

"1500 million!"

Situ Xiao hadn't finished the painting over there, so this side directly became a bidding site.

You know, the bidders are all masters of traditional Chinese painting from all over China, together with Fan Zhenlong.

Will they lose their eyesight?
Will they be short of money?
"I pay... [-] million." A voice came from the crowd.

Gah!
Everyone looked at the source of the sound.

Surprisingly, it was Jiang Yuanfan!

[-] million? !

Lin Yu's painting skills are comparable to masters, but even with Fan Zhenlong's admiration and blessing, it is absolutely impossible to sell for [-] million.

After all, he's still unknown, right?
"Jiang Dong, you are..." Lin Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I've made money, I have no place to spend it." Jiang Yuanfan chuckled.

"..."

Lin Yu shook his head with a wry smile.

How could he not understand Jiang Yuanfan's purpose?

In his plan, Jiang Yuanfan just faked his death and distributed one billion for no reason.

So……

It doesn't matter how much the painting is worth.

The important thing is that through the purchase of paintings for [-] million, the relationship can be further shortened. This is what Jiang Yuanfan values—anyway, Lin Yu took him to earn the billion, so what is spending [-] million?
"I lost."

Situ Xiao's voice came, the brush was placed on the inkstone, and he walked in front of Lin Yu: "However, the painting is finished."

"..." Fan Lingshu almost collapsed.

Even now, she is full of unreality.

Brother lost?

Lost to that goddamn stinking hooligan?

how so!
Remember, your bet with me." Lin Yu looked at Fan Lingshu.

"I……"

Fan Ling rinsed his lips and trembled. After a while, he came back to his senses and said angrily, "It's only a match. What's there to be proud of? Do you think you've won?!"

"He won."

suddenly!

In everyone's surprised eyes, Shen Suyu stood up and said: "In the second round, Lin Yu also won."

"Suyu, you..." Situ Xiao was stunned.

It's not even a comparison, so Lin Yu must win?How could she be so biased?

"Brother Situ, I didn't favor him."

Seeing his thoughts at a glance, Shen Suyu slowly took out the note: "The first scene is indeed Chinese painting, but...you didn't choose it."

The note unfolded!

Amazing!

Situ Xiao was surprised to find that although the word "Chinese painting" was written on it, it was not his handwriting at all!

In other words, he chose the same question as Lin Yu!
Fan Zhenlong finally realized why she looked at Lin Yu with that look after she drew out the topic: She was sure that Situ Xiao's topic was Chinese painting, but she never expected...Lin Yu also chose Chinese painting.

"Why?" Situ Xiao looked at Lin Yu blankly.

"Isn't this what you are best at?" Lin Yu sneered.

"you……"

Situ Xiao clenched his fists.

Winning in the field that the opponent is best at is the most unacceptable humiliation!
Seeing the violent veins on his forehead, Lin Yu immediately realized the problem.

Ok!

His real purpose was not what Situ Xiao thought: he had never seen Situ Xiao paint, so he didn't know how good he was, so how could he be absolutely sure of winning?To put it bluntly, his real purpose in choosing Chinese painting was to give Situ Xiao a chance to win.

As he said at the beginning, he would lose if he chose Situ Xiao, who he was good at.

the other side.

The enraged Situ Xiao suddenly had a thought.

"I want to compete with you for the third time!" He suddenly shouted.

"Boy!"

Xiao Long couldn't look down on Yu anymore, stepped forward and shouted coldly: "I lost both games, what is the comparison?"

"I was wrong from the beginning!" Situ Xiao gritted his teeth angrily.

"I see."

Lin Yu laughed, nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you the third game."

Why was Situ Xiao suddenly angry?
At the beginning, Lin Yu claimed that he chose what he was good at, and Situ Xiao had no chance of winning. Combined with the last time he was intercepted by a master, Lin Yu was safe in the end. Situ Xiao subconsciously thought that Lin Yu was good at martial arts.

Further, when selecting topics, Lin Yu definitely chose martial arts.

The results of it?
Lin Yu also chose Chinese painting!

What does this mean?
What the other party is good at is not martial arts at all but traditional Chinese painting. The reason why he escaped from the sky last time is probably not due to his strength-for example, he was rescued by others; for example, the misunderstanding between the two parties was resolved.

In short, Situ Xiao felt that it was because of misleading that he lost two matches in a row, how could he be reconciled?

Since it is a contest of warriors, ordinary people are not suitable to watch it.

In Fan Zhenlong's capacity, it is really not difficult for the organizer to find an empty and unoccupied place in the exhibition center.

After ten minutes.

A closed and unsurveilled small venue with only five people in total.

Fan Zhenlong, Fan Lingshu, Situ Xiao, and Lin Yu and Xiao Long.

Clang!
With the bright long sword out of its sheath, Situ Xiao looked at Lin Yu coldly, and shouted: "Now, it's the third match!"