"Whoosh!"
The audience burst into thunderous applause.
"So handsome! Goddess, I love you!"
"The goddess of sand painting really deserves her reputation. She is so awesome when she takes action. It's exciting!"
"Our sand paintings in Qingzhou are the strongest, how can we let people from your island country win the glory?"
"Goddess Ji Wen, defend the honor of Qingzhou, we love you!"
...
The crowd was furious, their admiration for Ji Wen rose again, and the entire venue burst into cheers.
Ji Wen was held in high esteem by the stars, standing on the gorgeous stage, overlooking the entire venue, like a proud queen.
She looked at Ye Qingyang with burning eyes, her face extremely proud.
Did you see it? Ye Qingyang! I am Ji Wen, and I am the focus of the audience.
However, completely different from the enthusiasm around him, Ye Qingyang was cold and indifferent, with a light smile on his lips.
This made Ji Wen very unhappy.
asshole!
Shouldn't you be crazy about me?
Are you just pretending? Isn't my performance not enough to amaze you?
All this was also seen by Okamoto Kumamaru.
He came here this time just to conquer the sand painting goddess in Qingzhou, but for some reason, the sand painting goddess kept staring at the boy below the court.
That kid doesn't look like anything special? On the contrary, he feels very ordinary.
At this time, there was a burst of cheers from the island performers, and Okamoto Kumamaru strode onto the stage.
He took the microphone and said in fairly fluent Mandarin: "Hello everyone, I am Okamoto Kumamaru from the island country. Miss Ji Wen's performance just now was really wonderful. It made me appreciate the artistic charm of China.
Therefore, this has aroused my strong fighting spirit, and I will also show the sand painting art of our large island country to everyone. I believe that everyone will not be disappointed."
Okamoto Kumamaru's words may seem humble, but in fact, every word reveals confidence and arrogance.
The island performers in the audience danced and cheered, and Okamoto Kumamaru was like a god in their eyes.
"Okay, let's leave it to you next!"
Ji Wen stood aside and gave the sand table to Okamoto Kumamaru.
Okamoto Kumamaru stood in front of the drawing board, took off his coat and handed it to the host. Then, he moved his fingers randomly, seemingly warming up.
Immediately afterwards, his hand was pressed on the sand table.
His ten fingers were like slender snakes, moving very fast on the sand table, and a picture scroll magically appeared on the sand table.
He seems to have the same theme as Ji Wen.
In the beginning, it was a deserted wilderness.
Then, a small village appears, then a town.
As the stars passed, the sun rose and the moon set, the town eventually turned into a bustling metropolis.
"Oh my god, he's painting Qingzhou too!"
Someone exclaimed.
"Yes, it's Qingzhou, but his Qingzhou seems to be more realistic!"
Surprises began to appear among the crowd.
Yes, although every picture of Okamoto Kumamaru is similar to Ji Wen's, every picture of his is more lifelike than Ji Wen's.
There are cattle, horses and fields in the villages, trains and hawkers in the towns, while the metropolises are bustling with cars and people rushing back and forth, which vividly reflects the whole of Qingzhou.
Everyone was completely immersed in it, as if they were actually there.
"Wow, this is so realistic!"
"Look at that white-collar worker, he's holding breakfast in his hand. He's obviously rushing to go to work in the morning!"
"Wow, that student's schoolbag strap was torn off!"
...
Everyone started pointing and pointing, and the scene became very lively for a while.
Ji Wen's expression changed.
She felt the strength of the other party.
He can draw the same picture as himself in a very short period of time, and the performance is more detailed and vivid than his own, and his level is definitely higher than his own.
Oops, I will probably be crushed by the opponent this time.
However, while she was thinking about it, she saw that the other party drew the last picture, which was a skyscraper shaped like a pine tree.
“Qingzhou Art Museum!”
"Oh my god, it's so realistic! So majestic!"
The audience exclaimed.
Although Qingzhou Art Museum is not a landmark building, its unique pine tree shape is also very eye-catching.
Okamoto Kumamaru's last painting showed the Qingshu Art Museum to be extremely magnificent, and then the signature was written in sand with the word "岛国".
His set of movements was smooth and smooth. After finishing, he explained the line in Mandarin: "This sentence means, I wish Qingzhou Art Museum to be like pines and cypresses and stay green forever!"
"How brilliant!"
The owner of the organizer Qingzhou Art Museum not only stood up and clapped his hands.
An island native not only has amazing sand painting skills, but also uses Chinese culture so skillfully, which is extremely amazing.
Moreover, this set of paintings is completely the work of a superior master!
In comparison, Ji Wen's paintings seem to lack stamina, have rough details, and are very ordinary.
This thing is not afraid of not knowing the goods, but afraid of comparison. Today Okamoto Kumamaru came prepared and directly crushed Ji Wen in the sand painting performance.
Immediately, the performers from the island country cheered.
The audiences and performers in Qingzhou looked gloomy.
Well! It's so annoying that someone else took away the lottery prize right in front of my own house.
However, they didn't expect that something even more annoying would happen next.
I saw Okamoto Kumamaru coming to Ji Wen, gently performing a gentleman's courtesy, and said: "Ms. Ji, I admire your painting skills very much. Can you make a friend and we can discuss painting skills in private?"
Everyone can understand what this private discussion means.
This guy wants to compare his sex skills in private, right?
Ji Wen was very angry in her heart, but she could only smile slightly: "Mr. Okamoto, your sand painting skills are far superior and cannot be compared with others. It's okay to ask for advice!"
"Haha! Okay! You know the hotel room I live in. You are welcome to come and ask for advice when you have time!" Okamoto Kumamaru said confidently.
When the people around heard this, they immediately went crazy.
"Damn it, that birdman is fucking my sand-painting goddess in the open!"
"Oh, who made us fail to live up to expectations!"
"The people from the island country are so arrogant. In our territory, they not only suppress our momentum, but also flirt with our goddess!"
...
Okamoto felt the unfriendly atmosphere around him, and suddenly his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said with a smile: "I came to Qingzhou today, and I also imagined asking the masters of Qingzhou who would come up to compete with me.
How about a comparison?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the Qingzhou performers in the audience.
Suddenly, everyone stopped.
No one dared to go on stage to confront Okamoto.
After all, they knew in their hearts that Okamoto was too powerful and they would be humiliating themselves if they went up.
At this time, all the spectators in Qingzhou felt extremely ashamed and angry.
I was really humiliated today. I was beaten by others, but I didn't have the ability to fight.
This feeling is like returning to that painful and humiliating history decades ago.
The performers from the island country cheered and shouted in broken Mandarin, "Long live the big island country, long live!"
The meaning of humiliation is extremely obvious.
Chapter completed!