There are paintings in the paintings, like dreams.

Everything seemed to be integrated into the strokes of the two of them.

Hao Jun had to admire the master who designed this "bamboo garden" in the first place, and also praised the two little girls who were completely selfless.

It wasn't until the bell rang at the end of the noisy exam that this time the competition with an obvious purpose returned to the rhythm of the competition, and the students who had participated in the first round of exams began to walk out of the examination room one after another, but they were attracted by the quiet scene here, and they silently joined Hao Jun and others to watch the team, curiously watching the two girls who were painting.

During this period, the girl from the affiliated middle school seemed to have finished painting, raised her bright eyes, looked at Miao Yunhe not far away, and waited quietly.

Miao Yunhe hadn't put down his pen for a short time, but at this time, as if he had suddenly realized, he wiped the brush in his hand and smiled knowingly, and then he also raised his head and looked at the girl not far away.

Where the eyes meet, it is all unspoken sympathy.

Could it be that this is the so-called contagious power of art, which will make two strangers quickly familiar, and the natural estrangement will disappear in an instant?

Indeed, in the days that followed, the two girls became good friends who talked about everything, of course, this is a later story.

Just as they were both finished, the teacher of the art academy who had appeared a few times before appeared in everyone's field of vision again, put away the paintings of the two girls, supported their chins with one hand, and looked at them carefully.

At this time, more and more invigilators who came out with the picture scroll after the invigilation were also attracted by this scene, and came to the teacher's side, poked their heads out, and watched the two works in the teacher's hands.

All of a sudden, the students of the affiliated middle school and the city No. 1 middle school were nervously looking at the teachers who were gathering more and more.

Judging from the expressions on the faces of the teachers, it seems that they are very satisfied with both works, and it seems that it is really difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

The Affiliated Middle School was originally determined to win, but suddenly a situation occurred, and a group of people inevitably showed eagerness.

The teacher who was judging was not very old, but she seemed to be very qualified, and the other teachers couldn't help but look at her and listen to her judgment.

"Two classmates, your works are all great, each has its own strengths, originally there is no distinction between you and me, but since it is a competition, there must be a conclusion, and it seems arbitrary for me to judge alone, so many teachers are here, please ask them to help you vote!"

The teachers present nodded their heads in agreement and began to choose the works they thought were better.

This scene naturally shows that the gap between Miao Yunhe and the girl's works is not large, and it is difficult to choose between them, so they need to judge the winner in this way.

The final result seems to have been expected by a group of people from the affiliated middle school, but it was also unexpected.

The Affiliated High School won by an extremely narrow margin, only one vote more than the City No. 1 Middle School.

"The talents of the two students are the dragon and phoenix among the people, and the talent in art is also outstanding, the basic skills of this student are extremely solid, and the painting techniques and skills are probably inherited from the famous family, and there are masters in the one-to-one paintings, of course, it does not mean that there are no defects......"

She pointed to the girls of the affiliated middle school and made a very pertinent comment.

And Miao Yunhe was also highly praised, "In terms of basic skills and skills, although this female classmate is much worse than this one, her point lies in creativity and understanding of freehand and ideas in art, the reason why art is called art is because the work itself represents the author's thought ......"

"In short, the attainments and talents of the two students in art are quite high, why don't you apply to our art academy?"

This teacher seems to love talents, and actually said this, with a little hope in her eyes, of course, she can't decide that the two female classmates will really enter the art academy with a word, so it seems too child's play!

Miao Yunhe has been listening carefully to the teacher's comments, her little face is red, obviously because of excitement, she has long lost the so-called winner or loser in her heart, this is the first time she has received such a high evaluation since her amateur painting, and it is from the mouth of a professional, she can't help but be unhappy.

The high-level competition of the two students seemed to make the spectators forget the original intention of the game and couldn't help but be happy for them.

"Brother Jun, Brother Jun, big news, big news!" I don't know when, Zhao Wenjie appeared beside him again, patting him on the shoulder excitedly.

Seeing his eyebrows fluttering, Hao Jun couldn't help but quip: "What's the matter, you met a beautiful woman who made you unable to move again?"

Zhao Wenjie smiled, and mysteriously leaned into Hao Jun's ear and said: "The beauty is really a big beauty, but this time, it is you who have seen a big beauty who can't move!"

He didn't wait for Hao Jun to ask carefully, and directly dragged Hao Jun forward, Xiao Nizi naturally noticed the two dead friends, and turned around to follow.

Zhao Wenjie wanted to persuade him to go back, but when he thought that he would be choked back by Xiao Nizi angrily, he simply kept silent, anyway, it was Hao Jun's trouble, and he could stay out of it safely.

The place where Zhao Wenjie took the two of them seems to be the School of Dance of the Academy of Arts, which is also recruiting students.

Looking at the various beauties coming and going around him, Hao Jun thought that the main purpose of Zhao Wenjie bringing him here was one of them, and he actually had a little expectation, what kind of beauty could make him unable to walk?

Uncle Hao thought quickly in his heart, and sketched an image of a perfect woman in his mind.

In the enrollment of the dance academy, almost nine out of ten students are girls, and most of the girls who practice dance are slender and slender, with perfect body shape, bee waist and thin legs, without a trace of fat, and it is the season of youth, regardless of appearance, and the beauties with more than 80 points around them are also grabbing a handful.

It's a bit of a mess of flowers that are getting charming to the eye.

It's the height of summer, and the girls are dressed in cool dresses, either dancing long dresses, or looming bright short skirts, or sexy hot pants that show off their slender legs.

Zhao Wenjie seemed to have forgotten the original intention of dragging Hao Jun here, and began to look around again, his gaze occasionally moving with a certain beautiful girl.

Xiao Nizi was dissatisfied and snorted coldly.

She hasn't grown up yet, whether it is her appearance or figure, she thinks that she is a lot worse than these girls in front of her, and she endured it for a long time, and she didn't see Zhao Wenjie doing business, so she was inevitably unhappy.

Hao Jun looked in the direction that Zhao Wenjie pointed out after waking up, and paused slightly, but he was a little surprised, how could she appear here?