The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

The host has always been known for being rigorous and indifferent.

Hosting the show for many years, there has never been a situation where there is no talk.

And today, he actually called someone "Dad" in a world-class competition...

His face turned red for a moment, then he pretended nothing happened and continued to host,

"It is really shocking that the art painting can get a full score. Our ten judges gave this score after careful consideration."

Lianyi lowered her eyes and pinched her fingers tightly. She raised her head and said word by word:

"I believe that many contestants present have noticed that Jiang Nan took at most one hour to paint. It is unreasonable for one hour to overwhelm all of us and get full marks."

The surroundings became noisy.

Ripple speaks clearly.

Every sentence is not only questioning Jiang Nan, but also trolling others at the same time.

The trick of pulling hatred is really perfect.

Ripple has learned the lesson from Country K, and didn't jump out to be the first bird.

Among the contestants, apart from Ripple, there are also other good painters.

The surroundings instantly became noisy.

There is no early bird, but the crowd is excited.

This kind of thing is the most difficult to deal with.

The host squeezed the microphone tightly, before he could speak.

The grey-haired old artist in the judges' seat stood up and said slowly, "In that case, let's take out the painting on the 22nd."

He paused for a while and coughed, "It happens that we also have some doubts."

doubt?

Lianyi immediately looked up at the judges' seat.

Is it to question Jiang Nan's painting level?

Once this idea came out, it was difficult for her to suppress it.

She bent the corners of her lips slightly, and before the expression on her face changed significantly, the old painter's voice hit Lianyi's head like a thunderbolt.

"We also want to ask Master Jiang, how did you draw this painting?" The old painter looked at Jiang with gentle eyebrows and a tone of earnestness, "In an hour, we old people can't draw such a wonderful painting like yours."

Everyone: "??!!!"

Everyone's eyes widened, and their expressions were in a trance.

They heard it right, those famous painters who have retired from the world actually belittled themselves in front of Jiang Nan.

What the hell, didn't they participate in a talent competition of idols?

When did it turn into a weird scene of gangsters intertwining each other.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the field staff took out Jiang Nan's painting and spread it on the table little by little.

Be extra careful.

Even breathing eased.

Soon, the painting unfolded before everyone's eyes.

"It turned out to be a Bachi ink painting!"

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.

The eight-foot painting is about two meters.

In this round of competition, the program team provided three sizes of drawing paper, four feet, six feet and eight feet.

It is true that Bachi's paintings are the most atmospheric, but they are also the most difficult to draw within the effective time.

Painting pays attention to layout. If the painting is unreasonably enlarged, there will be strange blanks on the drawing paper, and the width of the space will also be limited.

They basically chose four-foot drawing paper.

Only four feet, three hours to paint, the time is a bit stretched.

And Jiang Nan actually drew a eight-foot painting within an hour.

Is this still human?

The exclamation of the crowd didn't stop.

As the drawing paper was completely spread out on the table, everyone's eyes could not help but fall on Jiang Nan's painting.

Everyone's eyes changed from shock to silence, then to numbness, and finally to dullness, changing rapidly.

a long time.

The outer hall was still empty, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard.

The entire eight-foot drawing paper is magnificent and magnificent, with almost no extra blank space.

Ink painting, although there are only black and white colors on the painting and does not need to be toned, it is extremely difficult to stand out from the colorful ink paintings.

As for Jiang Nan's ink painting, the brush and ink are well smudged, and the lines are crisp and neat, which is comparable to a work of art.

Importantly, this is a group portrait.

In the outer hall, as long as the people in it are reflected in Jiang Nan's paintings.

The passionate host, the frowning contestants, the nervous team leader, the judges studying the scoring rules...

The micro-expressions on the face are portrayed in detail.

No wonder it takes eight feet.

After a long while, one of the contestants said in an extremely fluttering voice: "You are simply not human."

As if inspired and driven, the person standing next to him nodded in agreement as if mechanically.

Jiang Nan squeezed his wrist, and stood with one leg bent casually, "The paper is too small, otherwise the outer hall should be able to be drawn on it."

Lai Xinqing: "..."

Lou Shuyun: "..."

Everyone: "..."

What the hell! ! !

Listen, is Jiang Nan speaking human language?

Lianyi swallowed her saliva and said nothing.

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"You shouldn't have any objections to our ratings, right?" the old painter said with a smile while supporting the table with one hand.

Looking at Jiang Nan's eyes is the same as a dog seeing a meat bun.

Looking forward to another kind of excitement of finding good seedlings.

Several judges looked at each other, and rushed to Jiang Nan's side.

Like a gust of wind, Jiang Nan was surrounded.

The old painter is highly respected, and he is also the most respected Master Fan among them.

"Master Jiang."

Master Fan slightly bent towards Jiang Nan, which is the posture that a painter should have when facing a respectable strong man.

Jiang Nan hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, and held Master Fan's hand by the way.

"Teacher Fan, you are the senior in the painting class."

Master Fan is over half a hundred years old, with gray hair, but a fiery light is shining in his pupils,

"Master Jiang, although this painting is a black-and-white ink painting, you have adjusted one red and one yellow on the palette. I searched the painting for a long time, but I couldn't find it."

"I'm really ashamed, please explain."

Hearing this, Jiang Nan restrained the carelessness in his eyebrows and eyes, straightened up a little, and said politely, "Because I haven't finished this painting yet."

The old painter froze for a moment, "Didn't you finish the painting?"

He stared at the painting again, looking at it carefully again.

Still can't see any traces of unfinished painting.

"Where is the painting not finished?" The old painter rarely blushed a little.

Jiang Nan blinked his eyes slowly, lowered his eyes, with a slight smile in his eyes, "Since the ratings have come out, can you allow me to complete this painting?"

The old painter and several other painters looked at each other and nodded.

Jiang Nan took the brush again, soaked it in a little warm water, and slowly rubbed the dry palette away.

The girl held the brush in one hand, rubbed the other hand lightly on the table, and then wrote down the brush leisurely.

Where the stroke falls.

The old painter looked at it, suddenly smiled, and raised his eyes to meet Jiang Nan's faint eyebrows, "I see."

Lou Shuyun, Ji Yibai and Lai Xinqing also understood and applauded desperately.

Work hard and work hard.

At this moment, inexplicable tears welled up in my eyes.

In just one minute, Jiang Nan stopped writing.

A little rising red in black and white.

Red and yellow are the two main colors of the Chinese national flag.

just now.

In the painting, among the national flags fluttering one after another, the national flag of China appears to be breaking through the sky, coming towards everyone's heart.

With incomparable domineering and arrogance, with a crushing posture, it was blurred in everyone's eyes.

The champion is China.

"Let's congratulate Huaxia for winning the "Global Idol" championship!" The host also spoke at the right time.

The thick baritone exploded in the venue.

Jiang Nan's lips slowly rose, his eyebrows and eyes were full of warmth, "Huaxia is the champion."

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The three rounds of "Global Idol" came to an end.

The only artistic painting that Lianyi was sure of was completely lost.

"Rianyi, don't be sad, Jiang Nan, she... indeed..."

The person who governed Wuzhou hadn't finished speaking when she met Lianyi's cold and indifferent eyes, which made her take back the words immediately in fright.

Lianyi gritted her teeth hard.

Thinking of the Haikou I boasted about in Juwuzhou before coming to "Global Idol", and the fans' ardent expectations for me, my breathing became short of breath.

The corners of the eyes are red.

His expression showed a bit of unwillingness.

She couldn't accept that she had lost to an ordinary person.

She has won the silver medal in the World Painting Competition.

Jiang Nan... was so unknown, but completely covered her limelight.

Yes.

Jiang Nan's eight-foot painting is very powerful, but what is wrong with her? Her six-foot painting has a higher intention. She not only depicts vision, but also the other four senses.

"Riyi, don't think about it." The team leader agent who governed Wuzhou sighed, "You are still the most powerful idol in our hearts."

In our hearts?

Lianyi's fingertips pinched fiercely into the palm.

She is just an idol in the hearts of people in Wuzhou, but Jiang Nan is a global idol.

She hated the attributives of these noun signatures so much.

The show came to an end, and the organizers also showed up, "Although the competition is over, our schedule is not over yet. The gold medal works of the World Painting Competition over the years are displayed in the inner hall, and now please move to appreciate them."

Jurisdiction Wuzhou's team leader heard the words, patted Lianyi's shoulder, and comforted him:

"Let's go, let's go to the inner hall to have a look. Isn't your painting from the World Painting Competition also hung in the inner hall? Let us also enjoy this honor."

A person who heard this next to him interjected in amazement,

"Ripple, do you have paintings in the inner hall?"

Lianyi swept away the sluggishness before, and smiled, "Well, although I only won the silver medal in the World Painting Competition, the organizing committee still put my painting in the inner hall."

"This is too awesome!"

"Ripple, you are too low-key!"

"You actually won a silver medal? There is no comparison between this Jiang Nan and a professional master like you!"

Some of the contestants also have little knowledge of painting.

In their cognition, the painting competition of the World Painting Competition and the painting competition of global idols are not at the same level at all.

One is the competition of professional painters.

One is the competition of idol talents.

How does this compare?

"Jiang Nan is in the limelight today, Lianyi, you have to frustrate her in a while. Amateur painters have the nerve to show off in front of professional painters?"

Lianyi glanced at Jiang Nan amidst the compliments, but said nothing.

It's half a smile.

Talking and laughing constantly.

Jiang Nan naturally heard it too.

The girl twitched the corners of her lips, put one hand in her pocket, and walked in unhurriedly.

What a coincidence.

There is also a painting of her in the inner hall.