[What’s the difference between that and just giving up?]
Will someone really manage to paint a Chinese painting in such a short amount of time?
Of course, there are those who can.
But it’s a completely different matter from a competition, any sane person would prepare extensively in advance for a national contest; both the initial conception and the act of painting require a significant amount of time to contemplate and understand.
As such, when this blank sheet of paper appeared, a thought surged in the hearts of the Challengers.
That was—Uncle She must have planned to give up already.
They refused to believe anyone could produce a work in such a short time that could rival theirs, not even a master would dare to do so.
While the loyal fans’ heartbeats accelerated and others mocked mercilessly, Tang Shu had already completed mixing several different shades of gray.
Some art students among the loyal fans immediately spammed 666.
[Not to mention anything else, just this technique in mixing colors is leagues beyond me!]
[You can tell the moment Uncle She starts, you want to talk strong? Definitely strong—]
[Let me do a little bit of science; the first round of this competition has the theme ’Mountains and Waters’ for Chinese painting. Most people will use pure ink to create gradients and generally won’t involve other colors. At this point, it’s about who can make their strokes more layered.]
[So clearly, just from the color mixing, Uncle She has already begun to show his prowess.]
[So the theme is landscape painting, huh? Uncle She has painted that before, it’s his strong suit!]
[emmmm, I don’t understand Chinese painting, but I just think it’s awesome.]
[I always have this weird confidence in Uncle She, he’ll definitely make it! Now that you guys mention it, I think he’ll do even better!]
[Who would dare to say Uncle She isn’t capable? hhhhhhh~~~]
Even though not a single drop of ink had yet been applied to the white Xuan paper, the loyal fans had already started to hype themselves up.
The haters glanced at the six different shades of gray, wanted to object, but ultimately swallowed their words.
Damn it, they couldn’t find a single fault at the moment.
It was extremely frustrating.
Inside the quad-style house, Master Bai was still in the live broadcast room.
However, unlike before when he had been sitting stiffly in front of the oversized LCD screen, he had now settled comfortably on the plush sofa.
The boy came out from the inner room with a blanket in his hands.
"Grandpa, it’s early spring and the weather is quite chilly, you should wrap yourself up more because of your chronic leg pain."
"I know, am I not covered now?"
Little Grandson was only thirteen or fourteen yet fussed like an old biddy, which made Master Bai slightly displeased, but deep down he felt quite comforted.
The kid cared about him and knew to respect the elderly. Not bad at all.
The boy cast another worried look at him, "Grandpa, are you sure you don’t want to rest? I can play back the broadcast for you tomorrow just the same."
It was already half-past ten, and under normal circumstances, the old man would have been deep in slumber by now.
Master Bai shook his head immediately, his back straightening.
"No way, aren’t they about to start painting?"
If Little Grandson had urged him earlier, he might have actually gone to rest in the bedroom. However, after seeing Uncle She expertly mix six different shades of gray, his love for Chinese painting surged within him.
This girl has got something!
He had to watch until the end!
Otherwise, he might regret it, he had a very strong premonition.
The boy remained silent, knowing his grandfather’s stubborn temperament, he decided not to persuade him further and instead turned to pour another cup of hot water for the old man.