With the ups and downs of the discussion, the lights above the banquet hall suddenly went black.

Only the audience in the audience has a faint light.

When the lights went down again, three young girls were already standing on the stage.

Qiao Yimo wore a black dress, she looked straight ahead with a faint gaze, and sat down according to her position.

I saw various colors of paint, ink, brushes, etc. on the table.

Mo Jun and Leng Juan sat in the last row, Mo Jun's eyes were full of expectation, looking at the girl on the stage.

He raised his eyebrows and asked the man next to him, "Master Tiong, do you think Sister-in-law will win this game today?"

The corners of the cold and delicate mouth twitched slightly, and the deep eyes stared at Qiao Yimo on the stage, and said lightly, "What do you think?"

Mo Jun spread his hands, "How do I know? I haven't seen my sister-in-law paint with my own eyes! However, I heard that the other two of the Qiao family are still quite strong, it's hard to say!"

In fact, he already has the answer in his heart, Sister-in-law... just for fun!

After all, the other two in Qiao's family have all learned systematic painting, so the strength naturally goes without saying. But my sister-in-law has lived in the countryside since she was a child. As for her strength, it's hard to say...

"Ho!" Leng Juo let out a chuckle from his thin lips, and his eyes didn't leave Qiao Yimo for half a minute from beginning to end.

The audience was extremely quiet, and everyone on the stage had their own ghosts.

This time, Qin Lao’s topic is painting animal-related paintings, which require creativity and agility, and are scored according to these two standards.

It is limited to two hours, and the pen needs to be sealed as soon as two hours are reached.

Qiao Qingling still has a bit of a brain for this kind of slightly difficult painting. After all, he usually draws reference objects, but this time he needs to use it by himself. The requirements for imagination are still quite high.

When Qiao Anchu heard this topic, his heart was tight. Two hours? Still asking for creativity? This time is too short, usually it takes a whole day for her to paint a pair... and now there is no reference object, it is really a bit difficult!

After Qiao Yimo understood the rules, he was not in a hurry, looking at the white paper on the table, his heart was as pale as water.

For her, these two hours are two days.

She tilted her head, looked at the white paper on the paper, and put it down again when she wanted to write down.

She pushed the paper, ink, and paint aside, leaving an empty space, her arms supporting her face, her cold and watery eyes closed slightly.

Qiao Anchu and Qiao Qingling glanced at Qiao Yimo from time to time. When they saw this scene, they covered their mouths and laughed.

The guests in the audience also joked:

"Is this Qiao Yimo here to make fun?"

"I'm not mistaken, this Qiao Yimo actually fell asleep there?"

"Hahahaha, it's so funny! She seems quite self-aware and gave up this spot."

Xiuli in the audience chuckled softly, "Dong Yan, your daughter is still quite powerful, and her heart is very broad. She can still fall asleep in this atmosphere. What's the difference between it and a pig?"

Dong Yan wiped the sweat from her forehead awkwardly.

Countless mouths laughed at the sleeping girl on the stage.

Until half an hour later, Mr. Qin couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly stepped forward to wake her up.

Qiao Yimo raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Qin suspiciously with sleepy eyes.

Mr. Qin sighed and said, "Aren't you starting yet? There is still an hour and a half left."

"Oh!" Qiao Yimo listened to the words and picked up the paint and mixed it up.

Old Mr. Qin looked directly and shook his head helplessly.

What kind of horrible color is this tune, really spicy eyes!

The time passed quickly, and the three girls on the stage began to paint seriously.

Because the table is flat, the guests in the audience don't know how these girls' works are, which also creates a sense of mystery for the results of the competition.

At the end of two hours, Mr. Qin immediately called to stop, and the three people stopped writing one after another.

Qiao Anchu and Qiao Qingling nodded in satisfaction, only Qiao Yimo got up and said something to Mr. Qin. JrNovels.com