
Xia Wanyuan ignored the countless gazes on her and took the booklet in front of her to look at it.
Since this was an exchange with the nature of the competition, the art studio specifically set up a painting venue for all contestants, and the time to paint was determined. As for the topic, it came from Master Danny. Before entering the field, no one knew.
Xia Wanyuan felt that this competition was quite boring.
In his previous life, calligraphy and painting were all used to improve one's mood. Some inspirations take days or years to actually appear, but in this competition, in just a few hours, one might not be able to choose works with spiritual essence.
“I heard that Miss Xia is determined to win the championship? Why are you so confident?” A painter sitting next to him poked his head out.
Xia Wanyuan kept the booklet and glanced at the painter beside her. “Ask from whom you heard it.”
Then Xia Wanyuan stood up and walked towards the back garden of the art museum according to the guide on the book.
In the large garden, countless tables, chairs, drawing boards, and painting tools were already placed. There was a meter between each person. Coincidentally, Cui Jian was sitting to the left of Xia Wanyuan. Seeing Xia Wanyuan walking over, Cui Jian smiled contemptuously. “An honor. Miss Xia, you are actually sitting next to me. Next to the champion, I'm really a little nervous.”
Xia Wanyuan glanced at him and gently tapped her index finger on the table. He felt his hands a little scratchy.
This guy is really noisy. If not for the special location, Xia Wanyuan really wanted to beat him up.
When he checked the tools on the table, he realized that it was basically used for Western painting. There were no brushes, ink, paper, ink stones, or colors he needed.
He waved at the staff. “No painting tools I need.”
“What do you need?”
“Large, ink, paper, inkstone, and color,” Xia Wanyuan explained in English.
The painter beside him could not help but laugh. “Pfft, what old things. Why do you paint using this? They are very ancient.”
“Aiyah, China has been in seclusion for years. Naturally they do not know our international painting tools.”
Cui Jian pretended to help Xia Wanyuan out of the situation, but his eyes were filled with great excitement.
“Sorry, Miss. The competition will start soon. We are not allowed to carry anything anymore.” The staff actually did not quite understand what Xia Wanyuan was talking about.
“Oke, thank you.”
Xia Wanyuan's expression did not change much. The people next to him started laughing.
“Miss Xia, after the competition, I can teach you how to draw.” Someone could not bear it and wanted to comfort Xia Wanyuan.
“Again, you can only admire the painting in your country. The jurors are all Westerners. You still have to learn other painting skills.”
“Can you just learn it? In my opinion, the Chinese were not born to eat art. Do they know art? Just a stack of dark paintings, yet they dared to say that it was beautiful. I can paint eight hundred of those paintings with my eyes closed.” Not far from there, an extremely anti-Chinese female painter made no attempt to ridicule Xia Wanyuan.
“Bulkah?” Xia Wanyuan looked at the female painter. “After this competition, I want to compete with this woman and see how you paint eight hundred paintings with your eyes closed.”
“Ck, all right, little girl. See you at the door later.” The female painter looked at Xia Wanyuan with disdain. He, who is already strongly anti-China, is now directly putting China on the super blacklist.