Super Treasure Bag

Chapter 1302 is a genius
After wiping the ink off his face, Zhou Zilong got up from the ground and smiled embarrassedly facing the eyes of the audience.

"It was an accident just now. The inspiration kept pouring out. I didn't grasp it well, but it doesn't matter. Let's do it all over again!"

With a wave of his hand, the guy regained his excitement, his eyes rolling around, without even thinking about calling the staff to help, he helped the table up from the ground.

Then, I picked up the brush and paper again.

Bang bang bang!
Just like before, it took three more slaps, and he patted his ink-stained hand directly.

It's just that this time is different from the last time, the ink has been replaced with red... I don't know what new ideas there are.

"Your brother... has he always been like this?"

Sitting next to Zhou Sichen, Pan Shuangyu couldn't help asking at this moment.

"He... is not like this usually, maybe it's bloated."

Rubbing his forehead helplessly, Zhou Sichen felt weird for a while, and then looked at Shi Dali again.

There is no doubt that why Zhou Zilong is so inflated...isn't Shi Dali the reason.

On Teacher Shi's side, he coughed dryly, and then kept his eyes fixed. Of course, he knew the meaning of Zhou Sichen's eyes at this time, but he was really embarrassed, so he could only pretend that nothing happened.

Besides, in the arena, the other players were basically a little confused after Zhou Zilong made such a fuss.

Especially when other people paint, they are all quiet, but this guy keeps making strange noises.

The big guy knew that he was painting because he was at the scene. If he changed the place, he probably thought it was the demolition team.

But let’s not say it, this way of doing the show has fully maximized the effect of the show. Originally, all the spectators in the audience were players who only cared about their own teams, but now they were basically staring at Zhou Zilong.

Especially those with a more anxious personality, they can't wait to step on the table and jump over to see, what the hell is this kid drawing?

In this way, the competition continued. After half an hour, the No.1 contestant completed the work, and then No.2...

The painting competition is different from other competitions. This is one of the few categories that has judges. However, since the invitations are all well-known experts from all over the world, the judging criteria should be fair.

In the end, nearly an hour passed, and Zhou Zilong was the only one who hadn't finished his work.

"Mr. Shi, Zhou Zilong...is he really a genius?"

While waiting like this, Pan Shuangyu asked Shi Dali again.

Before, she thought that Zhou Zilong was just here to be funny, but this guy was really busy with his painting for an hour.

This posture really has some meaning, at least the attitude is certain.

"Uh...it should be."

Similarly, Teacher Shi also felt at a loss.

He has seen Zhou Zilong's ability before, and it can be described as horrible.

But the expression and concentration displayed at this moment really make people feel a little convincing and emotional. Could it be that...he is really a genius?

Almost as soon as the idea of ​​Shi Dali came out of his mind, Zhou Zilong suddenly slammed the table on the other side.

"Hahaha, it's done!"

This slap came so suddenly that everyone in the audience was stunned.

However, the ghost knows what kind of plot it is, because of this slap, the drawing paper on the table was split from the middle again.

Then, the scene fell into an eerie silence again.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt."

Shaking her head slightly, Pan Shuangyu made a sound slowly.

Teacher Shi directly covered his eyes.

Apparently...he was abrupt too.

It took an hour to paint, but just after finishing the work, it was cut into two pieces with a slap. If this is a genius...that is a genius who has seen hell.

Zhou Zilong was obviously also stunned.

A little confused, he picked up the drawing paper, then glanced at the audience, followed by a sudden grin.

"I did that on purpose."

This answer made many people look at each other in blank dismay, but they didn't know what to say.

Could it be... really intentional?

Accompanied by such a weird thought, almost everyone looked at the work in Zhou Zilong's hand at the same time.

Looking at it this way, everyone is dumbfounded.

What the hell is that?

Colorful, messy, disorganized, can't understand anything...

However, Zhou Zilong's face is full of self-confidence, that kind of self-confidence seems to be about to take off, and his eyes are very clear to tell everyone, if you can't understand my work, you are all Sabi!

So, no one paid attention to the works of other contestants.

Everyone is staring at Zhou Zilong's painting, almost trying their best to see something special from it, but they really can't see it.

It's okay if you don't see it, and no one dares to question it.

Think about it with your toes, the vast country of China, facing such an international talent competition, on the world's highest stage, there is no doubt that every player brought over must be of sufficient level, At least definitely not an idiot!

Under such circumstances, Zhou Zilong's painting must have something special.

Especially those old judges are almost silent!
Their cautious attitude, coupled with Zhou Zilong's attitude of looking down on the world, is actually enough to explain the problem,

"What the hell is this painting...?"

Suddenly, the big bone sitting next to Shi Dali couldn't help but ask Teacher Shi.

This question made Shi Dali, Zhou Sichen, and Pan Shuangyu all stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other.

Yes, what the hell is this?
"It's incredible, it's really incredible, how could there be such an unimaginable work, genius... a real genius!"

Then, before Shi Dali could speak, Wen Xiaotian, who had been silent for a while, jumped up and shouted red-faced.

With such a voice, it really almost disrupted the quiet atmosphere of the scene, and at the same time, in a very short time, almost everyone knew what she was shouting.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Wen Xiaotian blankly again, Shi Dali felt that his brain was not enough.

It's fine for Zhou Zilong to mess around, but what is Wen Xiaotian doing?
"Yes... Brother Zilong asked me to shout."

Noticing Shi Dali's dull eyes, Wen Xiaotian sat down obediently, and muttered softly.

Hearing this answer, Shi Dali covered his head again.

That's right, Zhou Zilong... What a genius!

(End of this chapter)