On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

Shan Cen's words were like throwing a stone into a calm lake, and the water splashed and rippled at the same time.

In the originally quiet banquet hall, there were bursts of discussion, or it could be said that it was ridicule.

Everyone felt that Shan Cen was hitting a stone with an egg and was overreaching.

Andrew's painting is not top-notch, but it is more than enough to clean up a child.

One of the brown-haired men said, "Competition? It's unnecessary, isn't it? Isn't it clear at a glance who wins?"

Others echoed, obviously agreeing with the brown-haired man.

Even Lance wanted to persuade Shan Cen, but Shan Cen didn't give him a chance to speak.

He looked around, his eyes swept over where Mars was, and finally settled on the brown-haired man who had just spoken, "So, are you admitting defeat for Mr. Andrew?"

"I didn't!" The brown-haired man stood up suddenly, and said anxiously, "When did I say I would admit defeat?"

"Then why do you say there is no need to compete?" Shan Cen deliberately twisted the opponent's words and asked back.

"Because Will thinks you will definitely lose." Andrew said.

Whether it was before becoming famous or after becoming famous, he had never been provoked and looked down upon so much, so in today's match, he had to compare.

"Okay, I'll compete with you." Andrew stood up, "But since it's a competition, how can there be no prizes? So let's talk about it first, what should we do if we lose?"

I just dozed off and someone gave me a pillow.

Shan Cen: "What do you want?"

Andrew: "Whoever loses will quit his pen and never draw again."

"No." Lance was the first to stand up to object, "It's just a discussion, there is no need to bring your entire career."

"Yeah, it's not necessary."

"Is it a gamble?"

……

Shan Cen knew that Lance was thinking of himself, and after expressing his gratitude, he said in a low voice: "If I lose, I will seal my pen and withdraw from the circle. If you lose, you have to do it for you in front of all social networks, as well as for what you just said. Our Chinese painting apologizes, saying that you are short-sighted."

After the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on Shan Cen.

No one thought that his bet would be this, nor did they think that he dared to bet so big.

However, compared with Shan Cen's dignity-preserving pattern, Andrew's "seal pen" is too stingy, so that some people who remain neutral have tilted their balance to Shan Cen's side.

Lance was so excited that he slapped Shan Cen on the shoulder, "I support you!!!"

"Thank you."

Andrew's face turned white and red, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

Shan Cen turned to look at Mars, and said in a low voice, "Then I would like to ask Mr. Mars to help you choose a few judges, thank you."

"It should." Mars stood up.

After looking around, he pointed to the four judges, Davis, Carl, Carey, and Timothy, among whom Timothy was the only woman.

"The four of them, plus me, what do you think?"

Shan Cen nodded, "Yes."

The four selected by Mars are considered top-notch in the painting world. They can only be named by people, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are neutral, there are many schools of painting, disputes are inevitable, and race Discrimination and so on.

But the four were never involved.

Shan Cen felt that this should be the reason why Mars chose them.

After Shan Cen nodded, Mars asked Andrew again, "Andrew, do you have any objections?"

Andrew looked at the four judges, and the disapproval in his eyes was obvious, because except for Carl, the reputation of the other three was not as great as his, and he felt very uncomfortable being judged by someone with a lower reputation than himself, but people are No matter how dissatisfied he was with the one chosen by Mars, he could only accept it, since he felt that he would win anyway.

So he nodded and agreed, "Yes."

"Okay." Mars ordered people to prepare two lounges and come out.

Because it was an exchange meeting, the organizers assumed that some people might want to paint on the spot, so the painting tools and paints were all prepared, and the camera was installed very quickly.

After a while, the two lounges were ready.

After confirming that everything was in place, Mars said to the two of them: "Please move to the lounge, the two of you. The theme of this painting will be given after you enter the lounge. The painting will take two hours, and the five of us will Decide the winner."

"Thank you." Shan Cen thanked again.

Mars smiled, "You're welcome."

Then he made a gesture of please.

Andrew glanced at Shan Cen, turned around with disdain and strode towards the lounge prepared for him.

Shan Cen looked at his back, slightly hooked the corner of his lips, and something called desire to win and lose flashed in his eyes.

He walked over calmly.

Seeing this, Lance trotted over, and said in a broken voice, "Can you really do it? In fact, Mars is very talkative. It's okay if you quit now, and he won't blame you. As for Andrew, you Don't pay attention to him, he is just too floating."

Shan Cen glanced at Lance, and asked the doubt in his heart, "Why are you on my side?"

Those who heard the conversation between the two also pricked up their ears curiously. They also wanted to know why Lance, who had never been involved in these matters, was so active today.

But Lance blurted out, "Because you look good!"

Everyone: "..."

Shan Cen: "..." Then I really thank you.

"I proposed the competition, so I will definitely participate."

Lance: "But..."

"Thank you."

Entering the lounge, Shan Cen checked the tools first, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he gestured OK to the camera.

Not long after, the door of the room was pushed open, and a note was handed in.

——wind.

wind?

Shan Cen sat on the stool, stared at the note and began to conceive.

But projected outside, everyone thought he was in a daze after being stumped by the theme.

On the other hand, Andrew on the other side was just the opposite. He started to work quickly after reading the note. Although the content of his painting could not be seen from the outside, it could be seen from his posture that he was confident about the painting.

Several people who had a good relationship with Andrew looked at each other, and simply sat together and whispered.

Lance was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, circling around in front of the screen, and those who didn't know thought he was the one in the game.

As time went by, everyone's attention gradually shifted away from watching the big screen, and the exchange meeting was on the right track.

So when the notification sounded that the time was up, everyone at the scene remembered the two people who were still in the game.

The doors of the two lounges opened at the same time, and Andrew strode out, as if the winner had already been determined to be him.

But Shan Cen was as calm as ever, with no expression on his cold face, and when he saw Mars and the others approaching, he just nodded slightly as a signal.

Mars: "Okay, let's go in and score now."

The five judges entered the first room together, Andrew's room.

Lance ran up to Shan Cen and said anxiously, "How is it? Is the painting finished?" He almost stared at the whole process. Shan Cen was in a daze for almost half an hour before starting to write. It was short, and after wasting so much time, he was worried that Shan Cen would not be able to finish the painting.

Shan Cen nodded, "The painting is finished."

"That's good." Lance breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously, "Then what did you draw?"

"It's graffiti." Andrew came over at some point, and replied after hearing Lance's words.

Because in his eyes, Huaguo painting is indeed similar to graffiti, or it is not even graffiti.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shan Cen again, and said like alms: "If you apologize to me now, I may consider not letting you seal the pen."

"Andrew, don't go too far." Lance scolded angrily.

Being accused by Lance twice and three times, Andrew said dissatisfiedly: "Lance, don't forget your identity, you are from M country, but you help people from Hua country everywhere, what's the matter?"

Lance was unmoved, "I just know that no matter what country you are from, you shouldn't laugh at others. Besides, art has no borders. I can help whoever I like, and it's none of your business."

"you--"

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Andrew." Shan Cen interrupted Andrew, "But no, thank you." After finishing speaking, he changed the subject and said, "However, even if you apologize to me now, I won't Take back my request, after you lose, you need to apologize for your remarks."

After listening to Shan Cen's words, Andrew laughed as if he heard some big joke, "You mean, I will lose?"

Shan Cen looked calm, "Yes."

It's not that he is too confident in himself, but that he has seen Andrew's paintings before. Except for the one three years ago, his paintings after that are all mediocre, but the previous media praised him too much. And other people in the industry will not touch this mold, so that it creates the illusion that his paintings are very powerful.

And Andrew is obviously impatient. Before the competition, he had been in a state of excitement because of the dispute with him, and the time was only two hours, which exacerbated his anxiety. Coupled with external factors, Andrew's painting will only be lower than his usual level.

Among other things, Shan Cen felt that winning him was enough.

But after hearing Shan Cen's brazen words, Andrew was no longer the only one who laughed.

"Where do you have the confidence to beat Andrew?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you dreaming?"

……

"Out."

I don't know who shouted, everyone's eyes fell on the five judges.

The impatient one was the first to ask, "Mr. Mars, who won?"

"Should I ask how many points Andrew has higher than this one?"

"Hahaha……"

"Makes sense."

……

Mars raised his hand to press down, and everyone fell silent.

He looked around before slowly speaking: "After evaluation, Andrew's score is 41 points."

The scoring system is five judges, each with 10 points.

In such a short period of time, it is already very good to get 41 points, so everyone applauded after hearing the score.

Andrew was very useful, he looked at Shan Cen provocatively.

Shan Cen's eyes fell on the judges.

He found that, except for Mars, who couldn't see any expression, the expressions of the other four were a little hard to describe.

Andrew didn't notice at all, he was already immersed in the joy of victory, "Mr. Mars, please announce Shan Cen's score."

Mars glanced at Shan Cen and read out the score, "Shan Cen, 49 points."

"!!!"

It was as if the pause button had been pressed suddenly, and the audience suddenly fell silent, and a needle could be heard for a while.

In the end, it was Andrew who broke the silence, he said sharply: "What did you say?"