Quick Wear: The sick beauty fell in love with the boss at first sight again

The live broadcast camera slowly pulled away and appeared in front of the audience.

This extremely important painting competition naturally attracted many netizens who loved to watch the fun.

“Check in the front row.”

"The venue is so big. Did they attract new sponsors? I remember the venue wasn't this big last year."

"Finally squeezed in. There are so many people."

"Don't ask me why I came here alone. My friend, the wild boar, can't eat fine bran. So I'm here to watch this state banquet as a sign of respect."

Many viewers soon flocked into the live broadcast room, and the spacious venue was cleverly divided into independent compartments, creating an exclusive creative space for each contestant.

Then, as the camera zoomed in, the contestants appeared in front of everyone through different lenses.

Until the main shot is given to a certain room.

The number of those comments was like a drop of water entering an oil pan, creating a huge splash.

The beauty standing in front of the drawing board has eyebrows and eyes as timeless as a landscape painting, and her facial features are beautiful. This is a face kissed by God.

With her sleeves rolled up and her slender hands holding a paintbrush, she exudes a calm and confident temperament.

"I came here to see the painting, how come someone ran out of the painting?"

"After the founding of the country, you are not allowed to become a spirit!!!"

"Wife, isn't this my long-lost wife?"

"Nonsense, this is obviously my wife, don't you have your own wives?"

"One minute. I want to know all his information."

……. ……

The main shot will be given to each contestant, and each contestant has his or her own secondary shot. The audience can choose whether to stay or not, but most of the audience choose to stay.

They stopped because of the boy's appearance, but they found that his attainments in painting were unprecedentedly high.

The posture is calm and unhurried, and each stroke is smooth and flowing.

Let the audience in the live broadcast room be deeply immersed in it.

The comments in the live broadcast room, which were originally noisy because of the boy's outstanding appearance, gradually became quiet because of his painting skills. Everyone tacitly appreciated this visual feast...

In addition to Jiang Xing's live broadcast room, which has the highest number of viewers, the next is Luo Yuan's live broadcast room. Many people recognized this young master who had been on the hot search because of his lavish spending.

They wanted to see what kind of painting this young master raised in such a lavish home could achieve, and whether he was just a useless figurehead, or had some real talent.

"Wow, young master draws so fast. The framework of the sketch has been completed. I'm afraid that young master is the fastest drawer on the field."

"No, I just came from next door. I recommend you to watch a live broadcast room. The base color drawing of contestant No. 67 has been completed."

The name of the live broadcast room is not the player's name, but a random number.

"I was watching in this live broadcast room until I heard you say that the other contestants were far behind 67. Of course, I went out to take a look. What I saw was amazing. I found that they were drawing really slowly."

"Is it possible that they are just normal speeds, and it's just that No. 67 has increased your cognitive speed, so you think they are slow."

"Yes, what kind of devilish speed is this, No. 67? Is this really the speed of a human being?"

"It took other contestants three days to complete the painting, but I feel like he finished it in one day, right?"

Just when they thought Jiang Xing would continue painting, he stopped...

"Why don't you draw anymore? I'm still waiting for you to draw. Don't stop."

"It's great to watch. I wish I could paint so smoothly. No, you need to stop..."

"My wife, what are we going to watch if you leave?"

"Don't go."

Unfortunately, Jiang Xing did not hear the sound of the barrage in the live broadcast room. He rubbed his sore wrist, and then said goodbye to his unfinished painting very solemnly.

Yes, Jiang Xing is a little tired, he wants to go to rest...

Led by the staff, he came to the lounge, but he seemed to be the only one there.

The lounge room is very spacious, but it only has a few sofas and tables, and there is not even a TV.

The staff introduced, "Sir, this is the lounge. You can take a rest in this room."

Jiang Xing asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

The staff member was a little surprised, but soon returned to normal. "Yes, please wait."

Players who enter the advanced competition can take a rest, but they will not waste extra time resting. Except for eating and sleeping at night, they spend most of their time racing against time in the studio.

So no one would come to the lounge to eat like Jiang Xing.

Because the painting must be submitted within three days, it will be voted on by judges and the audience to select the final champion.

After the staff brought the food to the lounge, they found that the boy seemed to have fallen asleep leaning on the sofa, with only very slight breathing sounds.

The staff member couldn't help but slow down his pace. After putting down the food, he walked out quietly.

After going out, the staff member took a look at the time on his mobile phone. It was now 1:30 in the afternoon, lunch time for college students. However, for such a large-scale competition, there was definitely no time for a lunch break. The contestants just painted as soon as they opened their eyes and closed them every day.

When Jiang Xing woke up, it was three o'clock in the afternoon. He was covered with a thin cashmere blanket and there were crispy hibiscus cakes on the table.

He just happened to be a little hungry.

After eating, he slowly went to his studio.

After his return, the silent comments in the live broadcast room finally became lively again, like a pile of dry grass ignited by sparks.

"I finally waited for you. Fortunately, I didn't give up. Happiness doesn't come easily~"

"Why can you make a sound?"

"Woo woo woo, they asked me why I was crying, because I could continue to watch this legendary creation being painted..."

"Wife, you are finally back. Do you remember the unfinished painting by Daming Lake and us?"

"Draw quickly, they have already surpassed you, it will be too late if you don't draw now."

"Why are you in such a hurry? My wife is fast and can catch up with them easily."

The boy prepared himself very leisurely, and carefully arranged and cleaned his painting tools. He was not at all worried about his lagging progress. Some of the audience were worried about him.

"Don't worry, my wife must have her own plans for this."

From the moment the boy picked up the paintbrush, his movements seemed to be at double speed.

The result was obviously as they said. Jiang Xing quickly caught up with the other players and was about to surpass them...

That magnificent painting seemed to be showing the tip of the iceberg to the audience under Jiang Xing's hands...