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Chapter 697

The Xia family had been on guard, but until the fourth day, there was still no movement from Lu Xixin.

At this time, Xia Weiyang's votes had reached 10 million, almost reaching a limit.

And Lu Xixin only had more than one million votes.

Such a gap cannot be closed in one day.

Not only the Xia family believed that they had a chance to win, but also the judges and other contestants felt that Xia Weiyang was sure to win this time.

"What a pity." Yang Sha and others were feeling regretful.

Speaking from the bottom of my heart, Lu Xixin's paintings are indeed much better than Xia Weiyang's. However, if you can't be there in person and just watch through videos or photos, it will greatly affect the look and feel of the paintings, and it will be difficult to distinguish between good and bad.

To be honest, if Yang Sha were a member of the general public and had never seen Lu Xixin's paintings with her own eyes, she would not be able to tell what was good about Lu Xixin's paintings just through the pictures on the Internet.

At most, it's a little better than Xia Weiyang.

"I hate it so much. Where did you find this photographer?" Yang Sha felt that there must be something fishy in this. "No one adds filters to paintings. The color palette has changed."

Wen Xinyan was sitting next to her, holding her chin, and was very puzzled: "Why doesn't Lu Xixin look anxious at all? Even Zhao Huainan and Ronling canvassed for votes, but Lu Xixin didn't do anything. It's so strange.

."

"Maybe I just don't care." Yang Sha sighed, and this was the only explanation that made sense.

Yun Niannian's work also entered the finals. However, given her current situation, she has just become a disciple and is not suitable for being in the limelight. She just needs to stand out, so she doesn't attach much importance to the results of the finals.

There was no canvassing for votes.

She has achieved her goal. Now in the art world, some people are already discussing her, saying that she has aura and her future will be limitless.

This is enough.

Although he doesn't attach much importance to the result of the final, Yun Niannian is still very curious about who will win the championship in the end.

These days I have been paying attention to the selection on the Internet.

I originally thought that Xia Weiyang and Lu Xixin would be equally matched, but I didn't expect that the gap would be so big.

Xia Weiyang's number of votes was already ten times that of Lu Xixin.

Is this the power of the Ye family?

Yun Niannian lowered her eyes, feeling as if she had opened the door to another world.

The Xia family only has the support of the Ye family, so they can have connections with the national television station and use the national television station to canvass votes.

And Lu Xixin, although she was the head of the Gu family and her fiancé was the richest man Shen Jiayao, she had no power to fight back.

Yun Niannian called Lu Xixin.

Zhu Xiaoxiao answered the call.

"Where is the Fourth Senior Sister?" Yun Niannian was surprised, "Why is your cell phone here with you?"

Zhu Xiaoxiao was sorting out information. She had been crazy busy these days. When she heard Yun Niannian's question, she said directly and neatly: "Teacher Lu is busy. If you have anything, just tell me and I will tell you."

"Oh." Yun Niannian paused for a moment, looked down at the Patek Philippe watch on her wrist, and said in a calm tone with a slightly less obvious sense of superiority: "I just want to ask, does Fourth Senior Sister need my help?

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"What help?" Zhu Xiaoxiao didn't have time to appreciate the special meaning in Yun Niannian's words and asked directly.

"It's a painting competition." Yun Niannian reminded, "I think the number of votes for the fourth senior sister is very low, and she is already far behind Xia Weiyang. If the fourth senior sister needs it, I can say hello to Si Nian, and I will also be on the national TV station.

Promote it to senior sister."

When she said this, Yun Niannian spoke calmly, as if she could command the national television station with a wave of her hand.

"Oh my god." Zhu Xiaoxiao suddenly stood up, slapping her forehead hard, her voice annoyed and anxious, "Oh my God, why am I so stupid? I've been so busy these days that I forgot about the painting competition.

It’s to the back of my head.”

"You - forgot?" Yun Niannian couldn't believe it.

Can you forget this?


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