Rebirth of the Almighty Goddess

  Chapter 371 Face Slap

   Dou Xiangling also quickly returned to her easel.

  When she picked up the paintbrush, Meng He, who was observing an antique on the other side, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her. A dim light flashed in his eyes, and then he walked to the easel.

  After half an hour, all the contestants returned to the easel.

  The people who can make it to the finals are not the people who are waiting, no matter whether they understand the antiques or not, with the stroke of a pen, the antiques will appear on the paper.

  The camera captured every detail when everyone was drawing.

  Everyone is watching them draw seriously. Many of these people have fans, and those fans even switch the video to that person’s drawing paper.

  Zi Yi is a pure newcomer in the painting and calligraphy world. Although she has shown her strength in the Imperial College Student Painting Competition and the Emperor's University Gala before, there are still too few people who know her.

  Everyone looked at her beautiful face, and ignored her paintings.

  Two hours later, Ziyi suddenly stood up and announced: "I'm done drawing."

  Everyone was stunned.

  After a moment of silence, everyone's eyes turned to her drawing paper.

The    lifelike antique paintings on the drawing paper as if they were real antiques shocked everyone.

  A group of judges quickly surrounded them.

  "This is the only painting I have ever seen that can make an antique look like a real one!"

   "Too real, I feel that I have seen the culture and prosperity of that era."

   "Like, it's exactly the same!"

  ……

  The higher the evaluation of Ziyi by the judges, the greater the pressure on the contestants.

  Especially at this time everyone basically only draws half or a half.

  Some people started to get impetuous.

  Meng He, who was sitting on the side, glanced at that side at this time, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he retracted his eyes to quickly draw on the drawing paper.

  He didn't believe it. With his previous preparations for this game, he still couldn't get the first place.

  The second one to finish painting is Meng He.

  When Meng He stood up, he took a special look at Dou Xiangling's side. Seeing that she was not affected at all, she was painting seriously, and the corners of her mouth twitched insignificantly.

  Dou Xiangling, you must have lost.

  The third one is Dou Xiangling.

  When the four hours are over and the judges start scoring.

  Unsurprisingly, Zi Yi scored the highest score, Dou Xiangling second and Meng He third.

   Ten of them were eliminated.

  Meng He simply couldn’t accept this kind of result. After the judges announced it, he asked loudly: "This is impossible! How can I be third!"

The president of the   X Chinese calligraphy and painting industry understood the mood of the contestants and hurriedly calmed down: "Mr. Meng, the score was unanimously selected by the judges and online voting. You did not perform well in this game. You can continue to work hard at the end.

   "Impossible!" Meng He still said that. He had received information about the first painting from Fia before. He had seen the historical background of these antiques in advance, and then painted the souls of these antiques.

   Originally he was confident that he could paint the best, but he was surpassed by the woman he had always wanted to suppress. This made him feel unspeakable irritability, and the irritability made his chest even more violent.

   Dou Xiangling looked at Meng He with a calm voice: "This is the result of all the judges' selection, Meng He, I didn't expect you to be so arrogant to the point that you are unwilling to accept the facts."

  Meng He heard this, his heart shook suddenly.

  He looked at Dou Xiangling with those aggressive eyes for a while, and finally said with a sullen face: "Then let's see who can win the next game."

  After speaking, he turned his gaze to Zi Yi again, as if his eyes could pierce Zi Yi.

  Zi Yi looked at him indifferently, and said coldly: "You can't beat me."

  Meng He clenched his hands into fists and sneered: "Then we will wait and see."

   After finishing speaking, he turned to a group of judges and said: "I ask the audience for the next show to vote publicly."

  The audience voted and the contestants were invisible, and Meng He felt that the jury had hidden selfishness.

  He looked at Dou Xiangling, thinking of the Dou family behind her, he felt that the Dou family must have had a good relationship with the Calligraphy and Painting Association a long time ago.

  Meng He's request was not excessive, and he was quickly approved by other contestants.

  They were still immersed in the shock of being abused by Zi Yi.

  Obviously, an unknown person, how could he be better than these famous painters like them!

  The two presidents looked at each other, and then discussed with a group of judges.

  Finally, the president of the X National Painting and Calligraphy Association said: "Yes, when the audience votes, we will directly put it on the big screen."

  Meng He got the answer he wanted, turned around and walked towards the gate.

  A group of reporters outside the Art Museum saw him come out first, and immediately surrounded him.

  "Mr. Meng, may I ask if you finished third in the first game, do you think you are at your level?"

  "Mr. Meng, what do you think of Ziyi who won the first place?"

  "Mr. Meng, you and Miss Dou have been fighting for the first place when you were in college. You lost to her in the first game. What do you want to say?"

  ……

  Every time the reporter asked a sentence, Meng He's expression sank a little.

  He clenched his fists and stared at them who asked these words with a stern light in his eyes.

  The reporter was taken aback by Meng He's expression at the moment, but he was even more excited.

   His reaction proves that he cannot afford to lose.

   "Mr. Meng, why do you look at us like this? Did you lose to the two ladies and feel uncomfortable?"

  These words directly detonated the violent fuse in Meng He’s chest, "You fucking..."

   "Meng He!"

  A stern voice rang in Meng He's ears, and then Fiya and a group of bodyguards came quickly toward this side.

  Fia reached Meng He's side, took his hand and left.

  A group of bodyguards quickly separated the more excited reporters.

  Fia pulled Meng He into the car and said blankly: "You were too impulsive...you just lost the first game, the second game, and the third game."

   "What do you know?" Meng He yelled at her, his eyes red.

  He and Dou Xiangling compete together, he must beat her!

  Fia stared at his expression and said: "I will find you the navy for the next two games. Then they will vote for you online. Don't worry, I promise to let you enter the top three."

  Meng He frowned when he heard this, his strong self-esteem made him dislike Fia’s behavior, “I don’t need a navy army, and I will be first if I want to.”

Fia analyzed the current situation with a very weak voice: "Dou Xiangling is from Dou's family. Dou's students are all over the world. There were many people who did not respond to the first game. More people will know about it in the next game. Think online voting, you won Dou Xiangling?"

  Speaking of this, she was silent for a few seconds, and then added: "That Ziyi, there is someone behind, and that person wants her to win, we have no way at all."

  Meng He's first thought was that Ziyi must have cheated in the backstage, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is behind her?"

  (End of this chapter)