Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 88

in the afternoon.

Su Cheng moved a small stool and sat in the yard, while netizens in the live broadcast room in twos and threes were posting barrage.

The friendly competition that Kong Wei said has already begun.

It is being broadcast live on the whole network.

Except for a few netizens who stayed in Su Cheng's live broadcast room, most of them went to watch the game.

Su Cheng was also looking at it on her mobile phone.

The picture in the live broadcast room is very simple, it looks similar to an indoor basketball court, except that there are more places for drawing.

The people sitting in the surrounding auditorium should be students from Sichuan University and people from both sides.

"Brother Su, who do you think will win this time? Why do I feel a little uncertain? They look menacing."

"Those upstairs, why bother to gain other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige? Two small countries cannot turn the world upside down."

"It would be great if Brother Su went, he would definitely win easily."

Netizens launched a barrage, which was a pity. Many viewers had been watching Kong Wei invite Su Cheng.

Su Cheng stared at the game live broadcast room intently, then glanced at his own live broadcast room, and said cheerfully: "It's okay, we have to trust Teacher Kong."

After hearing what he said, the audience didn't say anything more, but they were all a bit pity.

In the game live broadcast room, it seems that the painting has already begun. The person on the Huaxia side is an acquaintance. Not only Su Cheng knows him, but also the viewers who have been watching his live broadcast know him.

It was that fat Fang Ming.

In the video, Fang Ming puts himself in a good position, holds a brush in his hand, spreads out a piece of clean white rice paper, and begins to swipe on it.

The other two countries should also be students, and they also started to write.

Looking like this, you can't tell the difference between high and low.

It's just that some sharp-eyed netizens discovered that what Fang Ming was painting was "Fish Playing Picture" painted by Su Cheng before.

Suddenly, the barrage in both live broadcast rooms began to surge.

"I lost it, this fat man drew Su Ge's "Fish Playing Picture"?"

"Brother Su gave them "Fish Playing Pictures" before, so he probably learned a lot from it, right?"

Some viewers didn't know the situation and started asking questions through barrages, but they were quickly explained clearly.

For a while, many netizens came to visit Su Cheng's live broadcast room briefly. Although they quickly left, they left a lot of popularity behind.

At the same time, whispers were heard in the indoor basketball court.

Some students saw the fish painted by Fang Ming, and some seniors who had studied Chinese painting for a long time frowned.

"No, how do Teacher Kong's students draw ink fish? I don't know if this is for beginners to practice their hands?"

"It's really a bit too silly. Although this is a friendly game, you can't just take friendship? No, I'll go to Teacher Kong and talk about it. If it doesn't work, I'll play in the next game."

In the judge's seat, Dean Li and the leaders of the two countries were also talking in low voices.

The guy from Rishima chuckled and said, "Dean Li, your student painted ink fish?"

Although it sounds like a question, anyone with a discerning eye can see the pride on his face, "The ink fish is used by beginners to practice their skills. Isn't it too childish?"

The leader of the Bangguo team on the side also followed up and said: "Our students draw the phoenix, an ancient mythical beast in our country."

Phoenix is ​​better than carp, this is not an order of magnitude at all.

Dean Li always had a smile on his face, but raised his eyebrows when the baseball team leader mentioned Phoenix.

No, when did the phoenix become an ancient mythical beast in your country?

It seems that the jokes made up for you on the Internet are not fake.

Dean Li cursed a few words in his heart, and then turned his attention to Fang Ming in the field.

"Is this kid good? Kong Wei said they got guidance from a master in his early twenties. Why don't I believe there is a master in his early twenties?"

Su Cheng didn't come back with Kong Wei, he was disappointed for a while, but after thinking about it, he felt that Kong Wei might be exaggerating, how could there be a Chinese painting master in his early twenties?

People become masters of traditional Chinese painting in their early twenties, so who do they think they are?
Waste?
"I hope this little fat guy can gain some momentum." Dean Li glanced vaguely at the leader of the Japanese baseball team sitting next to him.

Seeing the proud and confident smiles on their faces, I felt a little aggrieved.

If Kong Wei hadn't asked Fang Ming to try it, he would have sent his students up there long ago.

Now we can only resign ourselves to fate.

The students on the indoor basketball court also saw clearly what the three of them were drawing.

All of a sudden, the sound gradually boiled up.

"It's a bit difficult. That little fat man is called Fang Ming. I know him. He is my junior brother. He has just learned Chinese painting. Is it true that the school is just for friendship?"

"It's broken. The one from Bang Guo painted a phoenix with a hair in his mouth. The one from Rishima painted a painting with a hair in his mouth that looked like a landscape. Fang Ming's painting of an ink fish is a bit unreliable."

"The competition in Chinese painting is not about the complexity of the painting, but about the skill and skill. Maybe Fang Ming can give us a surprise."

"Are you sure it's a surprise? Didn't you hear what Chengchun said just now? The little fat man on the stage is his younger brother. He only learned Chinese painting. Where did he get his painting skills?"

Now even the students of Sichuan University are not optimistic about Fang Ming.

The Japanese and Japanese baseball team-mates sitting in the audience even smiled, as if they had a chance to win.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was similar, and many people had already begun to curse.

Don't look at the words clearly typed on the screen, talking about a friendly game.

But for some reason, the Chinese people have always looked down on these two countries.

No matter how you lose to them, if there is any reason, it is impossible.

Su Cheng could see clearly through the live broadcast room that the camera sometimes flashed across the images of the three of them, but he was not pessimistic, but a little surprised.

Looking at Fang Ming's painting "Fish Playing" repeatedly, his eyes became more and more surprised.

After a while, he whispered to himself: "This fat man can do it. He has reached this level since he just learned Chinese painting?"

Su Cheng didn't say what level Fang Ming was, but seeing him nodding frequently, some viewers in the live broadcast room also looked at Fang Ming again curiously.

No, can this fat man really give us a miracle?

In the audience at the scene, Kong Wei was cheerful, with a smile on his face. Chen Yuanyuan and others were standing beside him.

"This kid is also cruel, and he has been copying ink fish for more than a week."

Kong Wei clasped his hands together, "Master Su's skills are really not built, it's just a few manuscripts, and he actually made a famous drawing."

As he said that, he looked at the three of Chen Yuanyuan standing aside, "You guys are not bad, as long as you know how to work hard, how can there be anything in the world that is not difficult?"

During the conversation, the three people on the stage also completed their works, put down their brushes and began to wait for the judges.

The three people who were waiting also greeted each other.

Players from Japan and Japan asked Fang Ming in broken Chinese.

"Student, how long have you been studying ink painting?"

"Shouldn't it be short?"

Fang Ming scratched his head, a little shy, "Then what, I just transferred to study Chinese painting, I just came into contact with it, I just came into contact with it, hehe, hehe."

He spoke in a low voice, not only Dean Li and the others heard it, but also some students who were nearby.

For a while, many people's hearts were cold.

Just transferred to Chinese painting?
Damn it, no, why are you participating in the competition? Did you go through the back door, you fat guy?
It's over, the first game is lost.

(End of this chapter)