Male Supporting Strategy [Quick Transmigration]

The results of the competition were announced shortly after noon on the second day. The weather was as clear as yesterday, and the afternoon sun was hot, shining in through the glass exterior walls of the building.

But no matter how hot it is, today's Huaguo Art Center is still the busiest day in the past four years. Students and teachers from magic schools all over Huaguo, as well as reporters from major media, as well as celebrities from the two factions of original art and magic art, The entire art center is packed to the brim, and the corridors are filled with people, like a quiet commercial street.

Everyone in the main competition hall has already been seated, and the seats are still in the original distribution, but because the people in the rest of the competition hall are gathered together, the arrangement is much tighter than yesterday, and the red velvet chairs are directly connected to the left and right, while sitting In the center of the first row in the Seventh Country, Guan Jingyu is on Zhao Bai's right.

Guan Jingyu still had that relaxed and confident look, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, leaning back on the back of the chair. Since the seat was the first row closest to the middle area, there was no cover in front, and Guan Jingyu's legs The rules are placed on the ground, not the same as several times forward, occasionally with Erlang's legs crossed.

In the center of the competition hall, on a round platform that was slightly higher than the surrounding area, the host just finished the opening speech of the award presentation. The judges in charge of the award presentation came out from behind the long table, holding the award list folded like a greeting card in their hands. Open.

The awards were presented in reverse order, with rankings from low to high. As names were spit out from the mouths of the award judges, the smile on Guan Jingyu's mouth gradually widened, and his body leaned back more obviously than before, as if he had a plan in mind.

There are ten third prize winners in total. Ten students from various magic schools received their prizes and returned to their seats. On the way back to their seats, the light of magic surrounded them. In an instant, it became the winner's clothing customized by the Art Association, which symbolized that these people had a certified product that was like a stepping stone in the art world.

The clothing levels of the winners are distinguished by patterns. The third prize is a sunflower skirt, the second prize is a starry sky, and the first prize is a statue of a magical god on both arms. They are all taken from famous paintings by past painters, implying guidance and following.

The winners of the third prize returned to their seats one by one. The host had already started to read the foreword for the second prize. I know when I'm on stage.

"Second prize...Fang Zhong from Yide Magic Art School...Guan Jingyu from National Seventh Magic School, with a score of 92.6, a total of five winners, congratulations!"

However, things did not follow the original story line, and Guan Jingyu's expected development, Zhao Bai's name did not appear, but Guan Jingyu got the highest score for the second prize.

Although Guan Jingyu had never seen Zhao Bai's art level, he had heard it. The absence of Zhao Bai's name meant that Zhao Bai got a higher score than him.

Impossible, the person he was looking for was the champion of the previous competition, how could he lose to Zhao Bai.Guan Jingyu squinted his eyes, grasped the corners of the armrests of the chair with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulged slightly, and the whole movement was maintained in a state of not rising.

The rest of the winners of the second prize all walked to the central round platform and stood up, waiting for the judges and specially invited celebrities in the art world to present the awards. Only Guan Jingyu remained in place, motionless.

Guan Jingyu's aura was low and heavy, as if covered in a thick black mist left by a magical accident.

The strange performance made everyone's eyes focus on Guan Jingyu, and the rebroadcast footage was also given a close-up at the right time. It is a topic that a person who has never been named in the art world won the second prize with the highest score in the competition. The performance does not seem to be satisfied with the results, and some people sensitive to news can smell the news value.

In just ten seconds, from the Internet to the scene, Guan Jingyu's reaction has already aroused heated discussions among a large number of people, but the mainstream views probably won't make Guan Jingyu happy.

While everyone was discussing the reason for Guan Jingyu's reaction, he suddenly showed a standard eight-teeth smile to the camera, and the strange emotional atmosphere around him just now disappeared completely.

With the help of the armrests on both sides, Guan Jingyu left his seat, stepped onto the central round platform with his head held high, and stood at the front of the few people waiting for the awards.

Accepting the award politely, bowing politely to thank him, smiling and waving politely at the camera, Guan Jingyu's reaction just now seemed to be out of control because he was too excited to win the award, and the heat of the discussion just now was extinguished in an instant.

Zhao Baiduan sat on the seat, his expression didn't fluctuate at all, like a white marble sculpture in the center of the capital city of Huaguo, only occasionally revealing a slight reaction to the award of a classmate who didn't get along with him, and no more emotions leaked.

Guan Jingyu had already returned to his seat, and the host on stage gave another round of foreshadowing speeches to create an atmosphere. Next, it was the last part of the main body of the award presentation—the announcement of the first prize.

The gorgeous rhetoric of the host was like the most splendid magic, which made the hearts of most people around the round stage beat extremely fast, and when there was a pause, the heartbeats of these people rose to their throats.

"The winner of the first prize this time is—! Zhao Bai of the National Seventh School of Magic, with a score of 92.7; the National First School of Magic..."

When the host read out his name, Zhao Bai showed a satisfied smile on his face. He abandoned the original owner's original art school and chose magic art. In addition to this faction being easier for him to master, there is another point in order to get An excuse for poor grades and even losing to Guan Jingyu who used tricks.

Of course, with the excuse in his hands, Zhao Bai should have worked hard. This time the result was included in the first prize, which surprised him a little. The original art school is his achievement.

Moreover, Zhao Bai was very satisfied with this score. When Guan Jingyu bribed one of the judges to manipulate the score, what he wanted was to beat Zhao Bai by 0.1 points. Towards, the effect is the best.

A magical halo circled around the main competition hall, and the works of the three first prize winners appeared in front of everyone. There was an exclamation in the area where the contestants were sitting. There was no other words in an instant.

When Zhao Bai returned to his seat with the trophy and certificate, Guan Jingyu was looking up at him with a weird smile. It seemed to be silent but sincere congratulations, but it always made people feel that something was wrong.

After the main body of the awards ceremony, some special awards were presented. Zhao Bai took home the award for the best idea. Other than that, everything remained the same as the original story line.

After the awards were presented, representatives from all parties gave speeches, and then in the flowery atmosphere where the host announced the end of the awards ceremony, everyone left the competition hall through each door in sequence, with either disappointed or proud expressions on their faces.

As soon as the group of Guoqi reached a relatively quiet place, a group of people immediately surrounded Zhao Bai, congratulatory voices came and went, and someone directly came to a small magic, sprinkled a golden flower on Zhao Bai's head.

Ning Zhi, who came a little late because of being polite with other art circles, saw Zhao Bai with a pile of gold colored paper on his head and shoulders, surrounded by dozens of people, with a surprised expression on his face.

Ning Zhi looked at Zhao Bai, a smile gradually appeared on his face, the emotions in his eyes were complicated, and the most exposed part contained nostalgia and pride.

Zhao Bai didn't know anything about Ning Zhi's occasional emotions. He was surrounded by dozens of people, and his astonishment was not acting at first, but genuine confusion.He knew that Zhao Bai had a large number of small fans in Guoqi and had a high reputation, but a group of people who won the individual award were more excited than him, so Zhao Bai was really caught off guard.

The first wave of congratulations around Zhao Bai gradually cooled down, and Ning Zhi took the opportunity to interject: "Have you all come? We're going to gather. We'll talk about what we want to congratulate and do when we go back to school."

More than 50 people turned to Ning Zhi, looked left and right, no one spoke, it seemed that they were all together, Ning Zhi was about to take people into the car, when suddenly a boy raised his hand and said, "Guan Jingyu seems to be missing."

Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows and glanced across the crowd, but he really didn't see Guan Jingyu. At this moment, a voice said disdainfully, "It would be better if he didn't come."

As soon as these words came out, a bunch of echoing voices followed, Ning Zhi smiled and said nothing.

The students who are in the seventh grade are talking to each other, and when they are about to finalize the plan of not waiting for Guan Jingyu, a person who walks over not far away, with his chin raised, smiled arrogantly: "I'm afraid it will make you disappointed."

Guan Jingyu stared sullenly at the person who proposed not to wait for him at the beginning, turned around and smiled at Ning Zhi after a while, "Sorry teacher, I just went to the bathroom."

Facing Guan Jingyu's flattering smiling face, Ning Zhi nodded. Although he was smiling, he was somewhat indifferent.Guan Jingyu didn't care about this, and turned back to look at Zhao Bai in the middle of the crowd with a straight face. The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds, and Guan Jingyu suddenly smiled.

"Congratulations." Guan Jingyu waved to Zhao Bai, making them look like old acquaintances with a good relationship.

"Thank you." Zhao Bai replied lightly.

No one answered a word between the two of them, and with everyone's subtle expressions, the scene was a little stiff for a while, but Guan Jingyu seemed to be completely unaware, with a smile on his face, walked past the group of Guo Qi and took the lead. car.

Walked two or three steps and sat down at the place where they came. A few minutes later, the rest of the people came in through the door one by one. Everyone's first reaction was to look at Guan Jingyu, and Guan Jingyu looked out the window, thinking about the When the judge asked about it, his eyes gradually became cold.

What happened at the awards ceremony did not go according to Guan Jingyu's expectations. As soon as the awards were over, he ran to the backstage and used magic to notify the judge he contacted to come over.

The small fork next to the backstage is dimly lit, and usually no one comes by, and it is very hidden.

As soon as the judge came over, Guan Jingyu asked coldly, "What's going on?"

The judge touched his face, and his expression was also very awkward: "I can't help it. I got the score card well at first, and everything went well. In the end, I will get the score. Mr. Ning Zhi suddenly wanted to turn over the previous painting. Next, let’s say that Zhao Bai’s score can be increased a little bit, and say that although the painting skills can still be seen a little green, but the idea is novel and rare.”

When Guan Jingyu heard the judges' words, his expression became very ugly. After a long time, he squeezed out a stiff smile, and politely sent the judge away.

"Zhao Bai... Ning Zhi..." Guan Jingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked out the window, and murmured out the two names.

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