Lu Fumeng knew that as long as he used trust, Tang Yun wouldn't be able to do anything.
Sure enough, under Lu Fumeng's persuasion, Tang Yun gave up on the idea of going up to stop Yu Huanshui.
Lu Fumeng saw that he had achieved his goal and smiled sinisterly.
In his opinion, as long as things continued smoothly, he, Yu Huanshui, would only be educated by Elder Ma.
If Yu Huanshui lost his face in front of everyone, Tang Yun's impression of him would change.
"Tang Yin is mine! You can't snatch it away!" Lu Fumeng clenched his fists and stared at Yu Huanshui.
Yu Huanshui didn't care about the gazes of the people below the stage, although he knew that almost everyone thought he was crazy.
However, he knew that not long after, everyone's perception would be changed by him.
He looked at the paintbrush beside him and the drawing board in front of him. He felt an indescribable feeling spreading in his heart.
It was the same feeling as when he punched Xu Dapao.
It was a wonderful feeling that gave Yu Huanshui endless confidence.
"Then let's do it! What are you waiting for?"
Yu Huanshui sat on a stool and extended an invitation to Elder Ma.
"Hiss!" Everyone present gasped.
They had seen arrogant people before, but they had never seen such an arrogant person!
"This kid is too ostentatious. It's not a good thing!”
"A tree in the forest is bound to be destroyed by the wind. Young people should be more mature!”
"You're right. Don't think that just because you have some achievements, you can be arrogant.”
"I think this Yu Huanshui is just fishing for fame.”
Seeing that Yu Huanshui did not put Elder Ma in his eyes, these artists also felt offended.
After all, Elder Ma could represent all of them on a certain level.
What was the difference between Yu Huanshui's actions and slapping all of their faces?
Old Ma stared at Yu Huanshui's eyes and could not help but feel shocked.
"This kid has a good temperament!" Old Ma thought silently.
Under such circumstances, Yu Huanshui could still calmly deal with it and even directly provoke him!
Naturally, he couldn't hide things like painting.
If you can draw well, then you can draw well. If you can't draw well, then you can't draw well.
Yu Huanshui's expression did not change even at this moment, which made him feel uneasy.
"Good! Since you can't wait, I'll fulfill your wish.”Elder Ma also turned around and sat down, spreading out his brush.
Yu Huanshui picked up a paintbrush and instantly calmed down.
In the eyes of everyone, Yu Huanshui seemed to be exuding an indescribable aura.
"Why do I feel that Yu Huanshui looks different?”
"Aren't you exaggerating? I don't think there's anything different.”
"Look carefully. The focus between his eyebrows seems to be saying something silently.”
"That's right. I was thinking the same thing just now. I seem to have seen the shadows of many people in him…"
The reporter below the stage was also a little stunned. He patted the camera beside him and said softly,"Close-up! Close-up! Take a picture!"
He didn't want to let go of such a perfect moment. He imagined this photo appearing on the front page of all the major media outlets and imagined his bonus.
Old Ma was very close to them, so he felt it the most clearly.
Yu Huanshui's aura was so solid that it pressed down on Elder Ma.
He took a deep breath and did not look at Yu Huanshui. However, Yu Huanshui's determined face had already made him lose confidence.
"I... Can I really beat him?"
Old Ma could not help but ask himself.
At this moment, he actually began to doubt his many years of painting career!
Tang Yun looked at Yu Huanshui's back, her face full of hope.
Ever since Yu Huanshui picked up the brush, she no longer paid attention to everything around her.
All he could see was the drawing board in front of him and the brush in his hand.
Starry Night kept appearing in his mind.
The starry sky that was filled with change and movement was swallowed by a turbulent blue-green torrent...
Unlike Yu Huanshui who was deep in thought, Elder Ma started drawing.
He had imitated Van Gogh's Starry Night countless times, so he was naturally familiar with it.
He mixed the paint and began to paint on the drawing board.
"Look! Old Ma has already started drawing!"
"Old Ma still has an obvious advantage. He should have painted this painting many times.”
"Of course. I've seen it more than ten times, not to mention that he practiced in the studio himself.”
"This 'Starry Night' must have been engraved in Old Ma's mind long ago. Yu Huanshui choosing this painting is simply shooting himself in the foot.”
"What is Yu Huanshui thinking about with his eyes closed? Are you reminiscing about this painting?"
Everyone discussed animatedly, all staring at the two people on the stage.
The leading reporter was not so particular. He ordered the cameraman to focus the camera on Yu Huanshui's face and record every subtle change in Yu Huanshui's expression.
"You brat, you've finally shown your cowardice! Brat, you're still too inexperienced!"
Old Ma saw from the corner of his eye that Yu Huanshui was still deep in thought with his eyes closed. His previous doubts were swept away.
In his opinion, Yu Huanshui was just pretending to be cool! He could not draw it at all!
With that thought, confidence filled Old Ma's heart again. He increased the speed of his hands.
At this moment, Yu Huanshui moved.
He held the end of the brush and began to outline the lines.
Yu Huanshui's wrist was flexible, and the veins on the back of his hand became more obvious.
The intersection of color and light and shadow created a line segment where light and darkness intersected.
He frowned as if he was experiencing Van Gogh's state of mind when he painted.
"Look over there! Yu Huanshui had finished constructing the map so quickly!”
Someone exclaimed, and everyone looked at Yu Huanshui.
On Yu Huanshui's drawing board, a few simple lines roughly outlined the stars in the night sky.
A huge cypress tree lay across the paper, like a soundless cry.
Old Ma took a look and was stunned.
It was too fast! Yu Huanshui was too fast!
He was originally much ahead of Yu Huanshui, but when he saw Yu Huanshui's pen flying, Old Ma fell into a cycle of self-doubt again.
Yu Huanshui didn't hear what everyone said. All kinds of details of Starry Night kept appearing in his mind. His hand was constantly displaying these images.
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