728: Arrangement

Arrangement

Xia Wanyuan ignored the countless gazes on her and picked up the booklet in front of her to take a look.2

Since it was an exchange with a competition nature, the art studio had specially prepared a painting venue for all the contestants, and the time for painting was specified. 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 her previous life, calligraphy and painting were all used to improve one's mood. Some inspirations would take a few days or years to completely appear, but in this competition, in just a few hours, one might not be able to choose a piece with especially spiritual essence.

"I heard that Miss Xia is determined to win the championship? Why are you so confident?" A painter sitting beside her poked his head over.

Xia Wanyuan put away the booklet and glanced at the painter beside her. "Ask whoever you hear it from." Then Xia Wanyuan stood up and walked towards the back garden of the art museum according to the guidance on the book.

In the huge garden, tables, chairs, drawing boards, and countless painting tools were already placed. There was a meter between each person.

Coincidentally, Cui Jian was sitting on Xia Wanyuan's left. Seeing Xia Wanyuan walk over, Cui Jian smiled disdainfully. "What an honor. Miss Xia, you're actually sitting beside 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. She felt her hand itch a little.

This person was really noisy. If not for the special location, Xia Wanyuan really wanted to beat him up.

When she checked the tools on the table, she realized that they were basically used for Western painting. There were no brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, or colors that she needed.

She waved at the staff. "There's no painting tools I need."

"What do you need?"

In the international art world, oil paintings and watercolor paintings were mainly the focus, and there were rarely signs of Chinese ink paintings. When the staff of the art museum was preparing, they did not specially buy this type.

"Brush, ink, paper, inkstone, and color," Xia Wanyuan explained in English.

The painters beside her could not help but laugh. "Pfft, what old things. Why are you painting using these? They're so old-fashioned."

"Aiyah, China has been in seclusion for so many years. It's normal that they don't know our international painting tools." Cui Jian pretended to help Xia Wanyuan out of the situation, but his eyes were filled with gloating excitement.

"I'm sorry, Miss. The competition is about to start. We're not allowed to bring anything else in anymore." The staff actually didn't quite understand what Xia Wanyuan was talking about.

"Okay, thank you."

Xia Wanyuan's expression did not change much. The people beside her had already begun to gloat.

"Miss Xia, after the competition, I can teach you how to draw." Someone could not stand it and wanted to comfort Xia Wanyuan. "After all, you can only admire that painting in your country. The judges are all Westerners. You still have to learn other painting skills."

"Can you learn it just like that? In my opinion, the Chinese are not born to eat art. Do they know art? Just a pile of dark paintings, yet they dare to say that they're beautiful. I can paint eight hundred of those paintings with my eyes closed." Not far away, an extremely anti-China female painter spared no effort in mocking Xia Wanyuan.

"Really?" Xia Wanyuan looked at the female painter. "After this competition, I want to compete with this lady and see how you paint eight hundred paintings with your eyes closed."

"Tsk, okay, little girl. See you at the door later." The female painter looked at Xia Wanyuan disdainfully. She, who was already extremely anti-China, had now directly placed China on the super blacklist.

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