Xiao Subao took out a small brown essential oil bottle from her schoolbag, put a drop of it on Xiong Beibei's ears and wrists, and helped him rub it evenly.
Xiong Beibei smelled a faint orange-like fragrance, mixed with a little bit of bitterness.
But the bitter smell was very refreshing and not unpleasant at all. I raised my wrist and took a deep sniff. My breathing rhythm was not as disordered as before, and my anxiety subsided:
"What is this?"
Xiao Subao said succinctly: "My mommy mixed the essential oil by herself. This one contains green orange, also called petitgrain leaf. Mommy said it can relax the spirit and ease the mood. It's very useful to smell it a little."
Xiong Beibei felt really good, and looked envious: "Jin Xuanzhi, your mother is really amazing."
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The format of the finals is divided into two games.
At the beginning, the participating children sketched the objects in front of them on the spot.
This competition is about basic painting skills, and the painting time is also very important. In short, it is about winning quickly and well.
The cute babies participating in the competition entered the stage under the guidance of the staff.
The chatter of the parents disappeared, they sat upright, looked seriously at the center field, and waved to their children.
When Mrs. Xiong saw her son, her eyes lit up and she picked up the customized banner:
"Beibei, you are the best! You will definitely get the first place!"
When Xiong Beibei saw her mother's behavior, she trembled and felt anxious again. She quickly followed what Xiao Subao said and took a few deep breaths before she calmed down.
When Su Mi saw Little Su Bao, she also made a cheering gesture.
When Xiao Subao saw Su Mi, she smiled. Then she looked at both sides of her, and her face moved slightly.
Su Mi knew that he saw Huo Shenxiu not coming yet, so she made a gesture to indicate that her father had already called and was probably on his way.
Little Subao felt relieved now.
A group of children first drew lots and then sat in front of their respective drawing boards.
According to the drawn lots, the staff placed different objects in front of the children.
Each child's still life is different.
Some people have a little more difficulty, using apples, water cups and the like.
Some people find it difficult, maybe it's a figure sculpture.
The actual object that Xiao Subao drew was an alarm clock.
When the staff signaled the start, the rustle of pencils spread throughout the venue.
Parents are allowed to observe and take pictures around, but in order not to affect the children's competition, the sound of taking pictures needs to be turned off.
The first game does not set a time.
The child who finishes drawing first can ring the bell to submit the drawing.
While Su Mi was paying attention to Xiao Subao, she looked back at the door of the art museum from time to time.
The game has officially started. Huo Shenxiu hasn't come yet.
I don't know if it's a traffic jam.
After all, this time is peak period.
Not long after, little Subao was the first to ring the bell.
Then, children in twos and threes rang the bell one after another.
The staff went over to collect the drawings and handed them over to the judging panel, who reviewed and scored them one by one.
The parents all sat back in their seats with their hearts hanging on their shoulders.
The participating children's paintings are scored by each judge.
Finally, each person's score continues to rise and increase on the screen in the form of score columns.
Mrs. Xiong was overjoyed to see her son leading the way.
Beibei has been learning painting since he was a child, and the teachers he hired were all famous local teachers. Under her strict supervision, he worked hard every day. She practiced for two hours, and her son practiced for four hours. So this kind of
Sketching that demonstrates basic skills is a no-brainer.
As her scores soared, she started to sweat again.
Another name has skyrocketed along with his son's score: Kim Hyun Ji.
That is the son of the actress.
While she was paying attention to the increase in her son's scores, she frowned and glanced at Su Mi out of the corner of her eye.
Finally, the score column stopped on the large LED display screen on site.
The parents' eyes widened.
The staff loudly announced the name with the highest score——
Xiao Subao's total score was the highest, beating most of the contestants by a long way.
His paintings are also shown on the screen.
Xiong Beibei's overall score was not bad, ranking second, only two points behind Xiao Subao.
Su Mi raised her thumb at Xiao Su Bao.
Mrs. Xiong couldn't accept that her son had lost in the first half, and she had lost to the son of the person with whom she had just argued. Her face turned red, and she glared at Xiong Beibei with hatred.
Xiong Beibei was so stared at by her mother that she lowered her face and started sweating profusely.
Before the second half of the game started, Xiao Subao jumped up to Su Mi.
Su Mi opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her son.
Xiao Subao took it, but turned around to look at Xiong Beibei, who was staying there silently, and handed him the water:
"You drink it."
I'm almost dehydrated from sweating so much.
Before Xiong Beibei had time to speak, Mrs. Xiong had already walked over, pulled her son over, and glanced at Su Mi and her son: "No need. Don't we have anything to drink?"
It's like that bottle of mineral water is poisonous.
Su Mi motioned to Little Subao to come over and didn't bother with Mrs. Xiong.
Her son came in second place in the first half and was worried that he had no place to vent.
Why rush to catch the eye?
Little Subao drank the water and looked around Su Mi: "Daddy hasn't come yet?"
Su Mi wiped her son's mouth: "Well, I guess there's a traffic jam on the road. It's okay. I'll just wait for him to come over and watch you get the prize. It'll be just in time."
The first half was over and he still hadn't come, which made Xiao Subao a little disappointed, but he still nodded.
Next to her, Mrs. Xiong was giving her son a drink. When she heard what the mother and son said, she became even more angry and muttered to Xiong Beibei:
"You said that you usually hire famous teachers and practice a lot. Why did you fail in the first race? I also told your second aunt and third cousin that you will definitely win the championship and become a horse rider.
It’s absolutely impossible for the teacher’s closed disciple to go to the Royal Academy of Fine Arts of country F! You are so young
Parents of my kindergarten classmates, I have also given up... If I can't get it, won't it embarrass me? Then they will laugh to death! You, can't you give me a shout-out? It's only two points short of that.
That’s it! In the second half, you must bring back points for mom, do you hear me?”
Xiong Beibei nodded silently.
Mrs. Xiong watched her son drink the water and enter the venue, but he still couldn't sit still and his face looked restless.
Before the second half started, I looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. I left my seat, lowered my head, walked around in a circle, and hurried to the backstage.
Su Mi saw this scene out of the corner of her eye and straightened up unconsciously.
If Mrs. Xiong had not been reassured when she spoke to the staff just now, now it made her suspicious.
What are you doing backstage?
Backstage right now...
Are the judges taking a break?
Su Mi asked Xiao Subao to go over. Without thinking, for fear of missing out, she immediately stood up and walked towards the backstage.
As soon as I entered, I was stopped by a security guard:
"This parent, you can't just go in backstage."
Su Mi frowned: "Then why did a parent come in just now?"
A hint of ambiguity flashed across the security guard's face, and he became angry:
"Where are the parents coming in? Are you seeing it wrong?"