Xia Wanruan ignored the countless pairs of eyes staring at her. She picked up the brochure in front of her and looked at it.
Since it was an exchange meeting with the nature of a competition, the art museum specially prepared a place for all the contestants to draw and set a time for drawing. As for the topic, it came from Master Danny. Before entering the arena, no one knew about it.
Xia Wanruan felt that this competition was quite boring.
In her previous life, calligraphy and drawing were used to cultivate one's temperament. Some inspirations would take days or even years to fully manifest. In this competition, it was only a few hours. In fact, there was no guarantee that she would be able to pick out a particularly spiritual piece of work.
"I heard that Miss Xia is determined to be the champion?
That confident? "An artist sitting next to her poked his head over.
Xia Wanruan put away the brochure and glanced at the artist next to her. "Ask whoever you heard it from." Then Xia Wanruan stood up and walked towards the back garden of the art gallery according to the brochure's directions.
In the huge garden, there were tables, chairs, drawing boards, and countless drawing tools. Everyone was one meter away from each other.
Coincidentally, on Xia Wanruan's left was the Cui Jian. Seeing Xia Wanruan walk over, the Cui Jian smiled contemptuously. "What an honor. Miss Xia is actually sitting next to me, right next to the champion. I'm a little nervous."
Xia Wanruan glanced at him and tapped her index finger lightly on the table. She felt a little itchy.
This person was really noisy. If it weren't for the special location, Xia Wanruan really wanted to beat him up.
When she checked the tools on the table, she found that they were basically Western drawing tools. For example, the ink, paper, inkstone, and colors that she needed were all not available.
She stretched out her hand to call the staff over. "There's nothing that I need."
"Excuse me.
What do you need? "
In the international art field, oil paintings and gouache were the main focus. Hua ink paintings were rarely seen. When the art gallery staff prepared for the competition, they didn't specifically purchase such items.
"Ink, paper, inkstone, and colors." Xia Wanruan explained in English.
The artists around him couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Pfft, he's so old and he's still painting this. How old-fashioned."
"Aiya, the Hua Academy has been closed off for so many years. It's normal that they don't know our international art."
Cui Jian pretended to help Xia Wanruan out of her predicament, but in her eyes, she was gloating with the others.
"I'm sorry, Miss. The competition is about to start. You're not allowed to bring anything else in." The staff actually didn't quite understand what Xia Wanruan was talking about.
"Okay, thank you."
Xia Wanruan's expression didn't change much, but the people around her were already gloating.
"Miss Xia, when the competition is over, I can teach you how to draw." Someone couldn't stand it and wanted to comfort Xia Wanruan. "After all, only you can appreciate the paintings in your country. The judges are all Westerners. You still have to learn other ways of drawing."
"Can you learn it just like that?
If you ask me, Hua people are not born to be artists. Do they even know art?
How dare they say that a bunch of black paintings are beautiful. I can draw 800 of those paintings with my eyes closed. "Not far away, a female artist who was extremely anti-Chinese spared no effort to mock Xia Wanruan.
"Is that so?"
Xia Wanruan looked at the female artist. "When the competition is over, I'd like to compete with this lady. Let's see how you can draw 800 paintings with your eyes closed."
"Pfft, okay, little girl. See you at the door." The female artist glanced at Xia Wanruan contemptuously. She, who was extremely anti-Chinese, immediately blacklisted the Hua Academy.