Male Supporting Strategy [Quick Transmigration]

The check-in at the entrance of the competition hall is the last time to confirm the number of people in the Emerging Artists Competition. It screens out applicants who cannot be present for some reason, so as to avoid too many absences in the competition hall and make the scene unsightly.

When checking the list, the team leader and the team leader teacher are naturally responsible for checking the list, and Ning Zhi entered the arena as a special judge first, and the list check fell on Guan Jingyu alone.

The list was written with spells after arriving at the Huaguo Art Center. Guan Jingyu wanted to get one or two names, and it was as easy as pie.

It's just... Zhao Bai squinted his eyes, his face hesitating.Guan Jingyu participated in this competition, and even took a big risk to find a gunner to change the score, just to defeat Zhao Bai. This time, Zhao Bai could not participate in the competition, which was completely contrary to his purpose.

Knuckles tapped the watch strap on the other wrist, Zhao Bai followed the trend and lowered his head to look at the time, and walked a few steps towards the backstage entrance of the main competition hall.

Just as Zhao Bai stood still in front of the backstage aisle, a man jogged over from the aisle in the second half of the Huaguo Art Center on the right, and stopped ten steps away from Zhao Bai panting. When he walked in front of Zhao Bai, the man breathed Has calmed down.

The person who came was wearing a suit, with his coat hanging on his arm, and a hang tag with the logo of Huaguo Art Center and his name on his neck, like a staff member of the art center.

"Mr. Liu." Zhao Bai nodded his head and said hello, his eyes darkened slightly when his eyes fell on the staff tag.

At the same time, in the main competition hall, the participating students of National VII took their seats according to the name boards on the seats in the designated area, and the seat was arranged in the vacant seat of Zhao Bai, who was closest to the judges' seat, which was particularly conspicuous.

The contestants from the National No. [-] School of Magic at the entrance followed the National Seven and had already started to enter the arena. In the main competition hall, the contestants from the National Seven looked at each other, knowing what happened, but there was nothing they could do.

Guan Jingyu put one hand on the shelf of the drawing board, and leaned against the armrest of the chair. He watched the people from Guoyi enter one by one with a happy expression, and looked at the vacant seat diagonally in front of him from time to time, which made him even more happy.

As the school students took their seats one by one, Zhao Bai's seat was still vacant. There was an undercurrent in Guo Qi's side, and it eased from the surprise.

The law was suppressed by the people around him.

Students from other colleges and universities had to pass by the National Seven to get their seats. Seeing that the first seat of the National Seven was vacant, and there were other people who didn't look like they were about to compete, their eyes were either surprised or curious.

As time passed bit by bit, the main competition hall gradually changed from empty to lively, but it was not crowded and cramped. Students from National Seven, National One, and major magic and art academies sat neatly in the main competition hall, chatting and having fun. The small voices in the room maintained a slight excitement, but not a little noisy.

In the center of the main competition hall, there was a light cough from the judges' bench, and the hall fell silent instantly. Everyone's eyes were focused on the judges' bench, and the hope and longing in their eyes seemed to carry the stars of the universe.

The judges are all new-generation painters who have achieved success under the pressure of old seniority in recent years, and have the highest right to speak about new art. Among them, Ning, a professor of the Department of Magic and Art of the Seventh State, is particularly eye-catching. In recent years, he has been certified as a leader in the new generation of art by many media, art connoisseurs and veteran artists.

Ning Zhi sat in the middle of the judging panel, and in front of him was the narrow aisle that separated the seats of Guoqi and Guoyi. He could see the empty seats at the front of the aisle at a glance.

Ning Zhi frowned slightly, and when he looked at Guan Jingyu, his eyes were filled with black mist. Suddenly, Ning Zhi noticed the live broadcast camera sweeping over, quickly stopped his expression, and smiled politely towards the camera.

Beside the judges' seat, the host read out the rules and precautions for this competition. Ning Zhi held the score sheet in front of him with one hand, but his eyes fell on the empty seat in front of him from beginning to end.

After the host's last word fell, Ning Zhi's hands tightened, and he was about to do something to let Zhao Bai enter the competition hall, but after the host cleared his throat, he didn't leave as planned, but used the amplification spell again, with a hang on his face. with a professional smile.

"Next, let us welcome the representative of the contestants, student Zhao Bai from the National Seventh School of Magic, to assist the judges' representative, Mr. Ning Zhi, in the lifting ceremony of this competition."

Following the words introduced by the host, the door of the main competition hall that had been closed opened again, and everyone looked at each other, and Zhao Bai's figure stood in front of the door like a jade.With a flash of light by the door, Zhao Bai appeared beside the host.

Ning Zhi loosened his grip on the score sheet, and Guoqi also heaved a sigh of relief.

The so-called lifting ceremony is to use a specific spell to lift the [-] curtains covering the drawing boards in the main competition hall at the same time, revealing the competition theme recorded by magic on the drawing boards. It is the last link before the beginning of the competition. .

Zhao Bai and Ning Zhi recited the incantation at the same time, amidst the red waves, Zhao Bai glanced at Guan Jingyu, his expression didn't change at all, he was still smiling complacently.

Zhao Bai's eyes were slightly cold. Sure enough, Guan Jingyu knew that he was invited to be the representative of the contestants. The omission of his name was not to prevent him from participating, but for another purpose.

However, Guan Jingyu still thought too simply. Zhao Bai had already prepared for his so-called purpose when he decided to serve as the representative of the contestants.

——It is nothing more than that he has taken the status of the representative of the contestants, so the results must be guaranteed. If he loses to Guan Jingyu, the setbacks and discussions he will receive will multiply.

It's true that Zhao Bai is not good at art, but he can still understand the basics, and the focus of magic art is on magic.

Guan Jingyu's attack was even more ruthless than in the original story line.It seems that the one-sided rumors still stimulated him.

It couldn't be better.

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The falling red cloth was recovered from mid-air by the staff outside the competition hall. When everyone's sight was restored again, Zhao Bai was already sitting on the vacant seat in the seventh district of the country.

"I'm still thinking about what to do if you really can't get in."

The words spoken softly beside him were very harsh, Zhao Bai turned his head to look at Guan Jingyu, who was leaning half of his body on the armrest, with one corner of his mouth curled up, smiling contemptuously.

After glancing twice, Zhao Bai withdrew his gaze without any response.

His eyes fell on the drawing board in front of him, and the ink characters written temporarily with magic were particularly conspicuous on the white background.

"Sunrise" is Zhao Bai's topic, but the difficulty represented by the two extremely simple words is not low. Since painting appeared in the magic world for more than 1000 years, the sunrise has been painted badly. If you get this topic, you have to get it Good grades, great difficulty.

Zhao Bai stared at the drawing board where there was only a blank sheet of paper left after the ink was erased, and quickly filtered the famous paintings related to the sunrise that he had seen in his brain. As long as they had similar ideas, they could not be used.

As time passed, most of the contestants began to chant spells, using the pen and ink condensed by magic and the layout provided, to draw pictures that fit the theme they got. Only Zhao Bai and Guan Jingyu, who was diagonally behind him, still did not move.

However, compared to Zhao Bai's seriousness, Guan Jingyu was much more relaxed. If it wasn't because this was an important event, he would probably have to use magic to get a glass of wine and drink it for himself.

The magic art competition field can't help but use magic. Guan Jingyu's finding the shooter is easier than the original story line. From this appearance, Guan Jingyu's topic should have been spread.

Suddenly, Zhao Bai had a flash of inspiration, and a plan to embody the sunrise appeared in his mind.

Guan Jingyu can find a gunner to represent the game, can't Sunrise also use a "gunner" to represent it?

Zhao Bai chuckled, looked back at Guan Jingyu, and mouthed: "Thank you." Satisfied to see that there was a crack in the complacency on Guan Jingyu's face.

With the concept direction, everything else is much more convenient. The color matching and rough layout can be done with magic. When the music at the end of the game reverberates throughout the competition hall, the painting in front of Zhao Bai has already been completed.

Guan Jingyu's drawing board behind Zhao Bai was also filled with colors at some point.

The contestants left the competition hall one by one under the guidance of the staff. When Guan Jingyu and Zhao Bai passed by, as if trying to win the breath, Guan Jingyu whispered to Zhao Bai: "You are welcome." When the eyes met, His eyes were cold.

The next step is for the judges to score the works. Everyone from the contestants to the audience will leave the stage, and the specific ranking scores will be announced in public at the award ceremony held in the afternoon of the next day.

Since the two leading teachers, Ning Zhi and Sophie, both acted as judges, none of the 60-person car had enough magic power to drive, so the students of National Seven simply separated at the entrance of the Fine Arts Center and went back to school or went home.

Zhao Bai walked halfway, turned suddenly to the left, and re-entered the Art Center through the side door.

When Zhao Bai walked near the main competition hall again, the door of the competition hall happened to be opened, and a large group of people came out of it—the audience of this competition. Due to the setting of the seating area, they came out five years later than the contestants. 6 minutes.

Zhao Bai stood diagonally opposite the gate, not in a hurry to find someone in the crowd, that person would come to him on his own initiative.

Sure enough, after Zhao Bai stood there for 2 minutes, the man came out from the door, looked left and right, locked onto Zhao Bai in two or three blinks.

"Senior!" The man rushed out from the crowd, like a monkey, looked at Zhao Bai with a bright smile, and the serious look just now was swept away.

"Yeah." Zhao Bai nodded, feeling the focused sights from his body one after another, walked a few steps in the direction he came and went, turned into a corner, and blocked these sights on the other side of the wall.

"How is it?" Zhao Bai looked at Gao Shuyang and said.

"En!" Gao Shuyang was so excited that he rubbed his hands back and forth, nodded vigorously, and continued: "Although Guan Jingyu didn't have contact with that person, I recorded the whole process of that person's painting, so there is no problem as evidence."

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