The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 736 - 735. Strange, doesn’t look like a normal person!

Three hours can be long, yet not so long.

For the audience, it indeed might be a bit hard to endure, but for the contestants, every minute and second was extremely important.

Among the eighteen artists, some began to brainstorm and draft their works after half an hour and, with the limited time of the competition, others gradually joined in. Even those with a clear understanding of the "Gallop Horse Painting" were very cautious in their approach, with some even sketching drafts on scrap paper before making their official strokes.

In the arena, it was only Tang Shu who stood out as the exception, finally lifting her gaze from the screen with only half an hour left until the deadline, and picking up her brush for the first time.

All the contestants had nearly all their attention focused on their own pieces, and even the other nine judges, not paying less attention, didn’t notice Tang Shu’s completely different actions.

However, this does not mean that everyone was engrossed; the first to sense something amiss was the friends and family group.

"Holy shit, she, she, she finally moved!"

"My gosh, it’s already been two and a half hours, and the other judges have been diligently working all this time; she has maintained the same posture without moving a bit!"

"That composure, tsk tsk, to be so young and yet be unpressured in the company of so many masters."

"I always feel like what she is going to do is different from the others? Hey, hey? Why do I have this feeling? That’s really strange!"

"The rest I don’t care about, I just want to know what’s up with Tang Shu? Everyone else is working hard on their drawings, and she’s just leisurely admiring the famous paintings on the screen, with no clue what she’s thinking..."

"Brother, I won’t lie to you, I’ve been staring at her, and it’s been really odd."

"Pfft! Are you watching her because you think she’s odd? Obviously, it’s because she’s good-looking, you dog for faces!"

"...no need to tear me down like that."

Is Tang Shu strange?

Of course, she is strange, so strange that she doesn’t seem normal!

Just look at the others, who are working feverishly, fearful of not having enough time, even those judges who are unclear about what they’re doing seem deeply involved, yet only she remains immovable.

In comparison, she’s definitely an oddity.

As their comments subsided, someone in the front row couldn’t help but turn around and share their own opinion, with a hint of skepticism in their eyes.

"Isn’t that obvious? She just can’t fit in with the judges’ circle!"

"Huh? What do you mean by that, brother?"

"This Tang Shu is a celebrity, even if she is Master "Shijie" on Weibo, that doesn’t hide the fact that she’s young and inexperienced. It’s normal to be nervous at a big competition like this."

"Really? I remember my Little Qingyuan really likes her, and every time her comments have been very beneficial for Little Qingyuan."

"That... I believed that unquestioningly before, but after seeing her yesterday, I felt something was off, this actress is too young."

He had already guessed that Tang Shu being a judge must have involved some backdoor dealings, maybe with the association, with the aim... Well, don’t all celebrities nowadays like to create a persona for themselves?

"You all noticed too, right? Since 9 AM, Tang Shu has just been staring at the screen, while everyone else has been busy writing and painting, only she hasn’t budged; so conspicuously different from the rest, she must have been excluded."

"Sss—dude, now that you mention it, I feel like there might be some truth to it?"

"So what you’re saying is, she’s just here to show her face?"

But still... there seems to be something not quite right, what is it? He felt like he was overlooking something extremely important, but at the moment, he couldn’t remember.

On stage, Tang Shu had been painting in one go since she picked up her brush, and it wasn’t until the last five minutes that she finally laid it down.

Then, one by one, the eight competing students and judges completed their paintings, leaving their signatures in the bottom left corner before finishing their works and waiting for the competition to end.

As noon struck, the host Liao Yicheng, with a microphone in hand, stepped forward.

"Alright, it’s time to hand in your work. Please be patient; the results will be announced promptly at 4 PM today!"

The staff members, wearing their work badges, then went on stage, and after all the competing students and the audience had gradually left, the ink on the papers had completely dried.

Master Bai also set down his teacup and stood up to approach the group.

"How did it go, all done?"

Professor Li was the first to glower, "Old Bai, you really planned this, didn’t you!"

"Oh, finally figured it out, have you?"

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Professor Li rubbed his wrist, feeling somewhat exhausted. It had been a long time since he had to paint with such intensity, and he was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

At their age and level, the premise of painting had become whether or not one had inspiration. To paint with both a time constraint and a topic restriction was indeed draining.

And, the topic had been presented just three hours ago!

Thinking of this, Professor Li felt his temples throbbing. He too had only realized what was happening after he had started to conceive his painting. Unwittingly, he had boarded Old Bai’s "thief ship."

But it was easy to get on this ship and hard to get off. As one of the most senior members of the association, he had to keep his word. Even if he did not wish to paint, he had to grit his teeth and finish the job!

"Enough, we’ve all finished. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Since they had all been made to paint together, Old Bai must have a follow-up plan. Otherwise, it would be a waste of his cunning brain!

Master Bai, aware that he was upset but not taking much notice of Professor Li’s current attitude, walked around the room now empty of everyone else but themselves, looking at everyone’s work tables.

"It’s been a long time since we all painted together, hasn’t it? Almost forgot the feeling. I wanted to give you all a breakthrough. Don’t be anxious. Come on, exchange your thoughts?"

With ten master-level paintings displayed in front, everyone, sharing a common interest, forgot that it was mealtime and gathered around, expressing their curiosity.

"Master-level paintings, huh? Coming across just one outside is a stroke of luck, and now there are ten!"

"Finally, an eye-opener. I’m so looking forward to it!"

"I wonder how each master interpreted the ’Gallop Horse Painting’? I can hardly wait to look at them one by one."

"Don’t worry, Old Bai wants us to appreciate them together. We’ll definitely get to see!"

At this moment, the staff could hardly contain their excitement, and even the judges felt a surge of anticipation, as such occasions are rare.

Master Xue chuckled as he stroked his chin beard, "Old Li, the last time the two of us got together to discuss art was two years ago. I didn’t expect to see your work again today."

"Isn’t that the truth? The last time we argued over a ’Cold Plum Drawing’, and it’s been two years just like that."

"I’m curious about Dean Wang’s work. His ink splashing technique is exceptional. I wonder if I’ll get to see it today?"