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    In the afternoon class, Qiao Xi didn't enter the classroom until the class bell almost rang.

    Sun Ju sat in the first row, and immediately stood up when he saw him, looking like he was looking for trouble.It's just that Qiao Xi just stepped in with his front foot, and the teacher with his back foot followed.

    Cheng Qu glanced at the classroom, and said to Sun Ju, "Why are you standing there, can't you hear the class bell? Sit down!"

    Sun Ju held his breath, stared at Qiao Xi, and sat down angrily.

    Xu is the last time in Qiao Xi, Cheng Qu is very cautious in roll-calling now, and will not easily question the identity of the students.

    Fortunately, today's class was full of people, and Cheng Qu breathed a sigh of relief.

    "Come on, everyone cheer up and say something." Cheng Qu patted the blackboard, trying to attract everyone's attention with his voice, "This time the INAD competition has started to register, and some students may not know about this competition.Let me introduce it to you."

    Cheng Qu projected the contents of the notebook.

    "INAD is an international art and painting competition. It involves oil painting and many other categories. It has nothing to do with us. If you are interested, go and see for yourself." Cheng Qu turned the page back, "This competition is very important to you.Important, it is a competition with a very large real value, widely recognized by the industry..."

    After a long introduction, Cheng Qu concluded: "It is a very good stepping stone for you to take the postgraduate entrance examination, study abroad, or work in the future."

    The students who were sleepy because of the afternoon were also aroused.

    This competition is held every three years, and the threshold is very high. You must have at least three first prizes in national competitions, or a past history of first prizes or gold medals in international competitions before you can sign up.

    However, the students who can be admitted to University A have excellent professional abilities, and there are many people who meet the conditions.

    "Everyone is free to sign up," Cheng Qu flipped through the information in his hand, and changed his voice, "The students I named below must participate, and the entries must be sent to me in advance for check."

    Those who can be picked up by the teacher alone are excellent beyond ordinary people.Out of the competitive psychology of human beings, almost everyone sat up straight and stared at the teacher on the podium.

    Cheng Qu: "Liang Sisi, Yang Yun, Zhao Mingqu, Sun Ju..."

    Several names were named one after another, and the students listened enviously, looking for students with corresponding names in the classroom.

    After the names were reported, there were eight in total. Those whose names were read unconsciously smiled, which was a recognition of their strength.

    "Okay, that's it." Cheng Qu straightened up, turned off the projector, and said, "The deadline for registration is mid-August, so you have to hand over your work to me before the end of a few semesters."

    After Cheng Qu finished speaking, he was about to continue the class, but some students raised their hands.It was Sun Ju. Cheng Qu had a good impression of this student, and his professional grades were very good. He pointed to the boy and signaled to speak.

    Sun Ju stood up and didn't speak immediately, but looked back very deliberately, and everyone followed him subconsciously.

    Seeing the person in the back row, realized with bewilderment that Qiao Xi, who had the highest grades in school...

    It's not on the teacher's list???

    Whispers sounded instantly in the classroom

    "It can't be because of the midterm exam results? Didn't he not come for the exam?"

    "This kind of person's quality is so low, if he wins the award, he will be ashamed and thrown abroad."

    "I don't think he's good at painting. It's not a test for gunmen."

    "The gunman is unlikely, after all he is so poor, hahahaha..."

    Qiao Xi listened to the discussion, but he didn't care at all. The teacher didn't call the roll, so he could participate by himself.

    The discussion was so noisy that even Cheng Qu on the podium could not help but hear it. The more he heard it, the uglier his face became. At the end, he couldn't help but smashed the book on the podium.

    "boom"

    The desk is made of metal, and the sound is loud, and the aftertaste echoes in the lecture theater.

    Everyone fell silent, not daring to speak again.

    Cheng Qu: "Those who know think you are engaged in art, and those who don't know think you are street talkers."

    Cheng Qu seldom gets angry in front of students, because the wrinkles from age are more profound when he is emotional, and he looks extraordinarily serious.The small eyes wandered around the classroom, and suddenly the group of students who lived in the teacher's shadow were so frightened that they averted their eyes and dared not speak anymore.

    Sun Ju was also a little scared, but thinking of being walked by Qiao Xi in the morning, he still stuck his neck and said: "Teacher, I am just a little curious, why is Qiao Xi not on the list, after all..."

    He glanced at Qiao Xi again, with a naked mockery in his eyes: "Student Qiao Xi is the first student in the school, has won many scholarships, and is a good student with high hopes from the school."

    Cheng Qu frowned again, but thinking that Qiao Xi's grades hadn't been pointed out, it was indeed easy to be misunderstood.

    Open the closed notebook again, find Qiao Xi's grades, and while waiting for the projector to turn on, Cheng Qu said seriously to the students below: "Student Qiao Xi's grades have always been very good, as for why there is no such thing as him this time?"name, because..."

    Cheng Qu turned around and pointed to the page projected by the projector on the screen: "Student Qiao Xi has won the gold medal in the INAD junior group and the youth group for two consecutive years, so he doesn't need to participate in the preliminary semi-finals, and he will directly participate in the finals in June next year."Just fine."

    As soon as the voice fell, the quiet classroom was like cold water pouring into a frying pan, crackling and frying.

    As a professional student, many people have participated in the INAD competition, including Sun Ju. His cultural achievement score is not enough, because he won the Bronze Award of the INAD Junior Group and was admitted to the A University.

    College student A only knows that Qiao Xi was admitted because of the highest score in the art test, but no one knows that this person has won the INAD Gold Award, or three times in a row.

    It can be said that as long as he participates, he must be included in the gold award.

    Although this level of competition will inevitably be interviewed by reporters, there will also be many parents who refuse to disclose their identities out of protection of their children and appear in the public eye.

    At the same time, the name under the work will also be anonymized, and only the contest area where the contestant is located will be displayed.

    So no one was surprised that the name Qiao Xi was unfamiliar in the field, but lamented that this person hid so deeply and was too low-key.

    Liang Sisi, who was named and optimistic by the teacher, couldn't help but whispered to the classmates who hadn't participated in the science popularization: "Oh my god, I won the final-level excellence award at INAD, and 10% of the tens of thousands of works were selected as gold awards.After one or three rounds of competition, the number of people who can win the gold medal will generally not exceed three digits, and three consecutive gold medals, is this some kind of fairy descending to the world?"

    Hearing their discussion, Zhao Mingqu secretly turned around to participate: "I have seen these three works at the organizer's fair. A contestant from the Huaxia Division won the gold medal for three consecutive times. Our teacher's eyes were red when he said that."

    Liang Sisi said enviously: "I also want to go to the organizer's fair, but every time I am abroad, my family is worried that I will go out alone, as if to see these gold award works with my own eyes."

    On the curtain are Qiao Xi’s entries that won the Gold Award, from 10 to 19 years old, from the juvenile group to the youth group. Although the themes are different, none of them use bold colors and exquisite composition.

    The strong color collision and the fusion of details show the vitality and freshness of the work.

    As a fellow worker, the noisy classroom gradually became quiet, and everyone was observing and analyzing the three works.

    In the face of winning the INAD Gold Award for three times in a row, the art test scores are insignificant in the first admission.

    Zhao Mingqu raised his hand and said, "Teacher, I can't see clearly, can I apply for a printout?"

    Oil paintings are inherently rich in color. After projection, due to the influence of natural light, the color will have chromatic aberration, which is intolerable for professionals.

    After Zhao Mingqu, Liang Sisi also raised his hand, and many people joined in one after another. Sun Ju opened his mouth, wanting to say that he wanted it too.

    But when his gaze touched Qiao Xi, he withdrew it as if he had been stabbed, and the words on his lips could no longer be uttered.

    Qiao Xi was no less shocked than the others present, not because of the excellence of the original owner, but because of his familiarity with these three works.

    Inexplicably, he felt that this was his own work, and he could even remember the trajectory of the pen, the color matching, and the deep conception of the work.

    Every detail seems to be engraved in the depths of his soul, as if he had been polishing it in the past days and nights.

    But……

    He obviously came in through a book, why did he feel this way, could this also be the influence of the novel world on him?

    The author has something to say:

    The competitions in this article are all created by referring to real competitions. Don’t pay attention to the details. The author has only learned to draw for a short time, and his level is not as good as that of kindergarten children.At the same time, everyone is welcome to correct me (bow + kiss)

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