The other programmers panicked instantly, "Then then then, what do we do?"
"We have about five minutes left until the stream ends? Hey hey? It’s just five minutes remaining, this doesn’t count as a work error, does it?"
"Right right, manager, please say something!"
Thankfully, it was only five minutes left, not half an hour!
Everyone was desperately hoping for some reassurance from their leader, but...
"Not a big deal? Not a big deal! Do you guys not realize that the final few minutes are set aside for the fans to tip?"
It doesn’t count, my foot!
Not only does it count, but it counts for a lot!
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Upon hearing this, everyone stiffened instantly—bad news!
Palm Pavilion, in the study room.
Tang Shu saw the interface not moving and decisively shut off the live broadcast.
Glancing at the time displayed on her phone, she scanned the two works she had already aired out and uploaded them to the National Calligraphy and Painting Association’s official website.
And then, behind the user "Give and Take", yellow font appeared: Judge.
The reason she had agreed to be a judge was because she wanted to see how far the art of calligraphy and painting had been passed on in this era.
Now, the first round of competition works from various provinces and cities had been uploaded to the official website, and staff members from local calligraphy and painting associations would score them, with only the top five advancing to the next stage.
This round, only the works of competitors from the capital would be judged by them, the ten judges.
Tang Shu opened the competition rules and saw that the announcement of the top five works from each province would be in three days, and she already had a plan in her mind.
"So, I have three days to score the works of the capital’s contestants?"
There was still time.
Tang Shu picked up the Pleasant Goat plushie by her side and turned to leave the study room.
As the sun rose, a major upheaval occurred in the world of calligraphy and painting.
The story begins at nine o’clock in the morning.
Inside the National Calligraphy and Painting Association’s office building, many people gradually took their seats, waiting for the nine o’clock workday to begin.
"Old Li, did you watch the ’Give and Take’ broadcast last night?"
"No, I was helping my younger child with homework last night; I didn’t have any time at all. What about you?"
"I did watch, but... sigh, it’s hard to put it into words—"
The person who had started the conversation had a rather strange look on his face; it wasn’t disappointment, but neither was it happiness... it indeed was somewhat lacking.
Old Li became confused at once, "What do you mean by that look?"
"It’s hard to explain; you’ll have time to go back and watch it later."
He felt incredibly conflicted inside, more entangled than a ball of yarn!
"Didn’t ’Give and Take’ accept a challenge? He must have finished his artwork, right?"
"He finished, and probably uploaded it last night."
"Then what’s the point in rewatching? Just directly go see the artwork, right?"
Old Li was quite resigned, "Yesterday was the deadline for submission; starting today, we have to score the works of all contestants from the capital. We don’t have time to waste, let’s get down to business first."
Old Li fetched himself a cup of goji berry tea with his thermos, and as soon as the clock struck nine, he turned on his computer and logged into the Association’s official website.
Before he could even open the directory of contestants from the capital, he noticed the backend was flashing with consecutive unread messages.
"Eh? Why are there so many unread messages?"