"Player Cao? Player Cao!"
"Ah?" Cao Wanrou raised her head in confusion when she heard her name.
Bob frowned as he looked at Cao Wanrou who suddenly became distracted.
Bob and Cao Wanrou's master Sun Hua studied at the same university when they were young, and they had seen Sun Hua's obsession with painting at that time.
Bob has more talent than hard work in painting. Once, Sun Hua affirmed Bob's talent in a very envious tone, but regretted that he didn't know how to cherish his talent.
On the contrary, Bob became a bit rebellious. He just wanted to let this lunatic painter know that his efforts were always as good as his talent.
Unexpectedly, along the way, Bob successfully joined the International Painting Association, the highest hall of painters, with his own hard work and talent. Although he is only the most ordinary member, he is still a being that others look up to.
He always felt that his current success was inseparable from Sun Hua's advice. In addition, Cao Wanrou's works were indeed amazing, so he did not deliberately create difficulties during the question session and raised a question for free points.
I thought it would be a very simple process, but Cao Wanrou suddenly became obviously out of sorts.
Bob patiently repeated the question he just asked: "Please explain the concept of this painting, what situation was it painted in, and what does it want to express?"
Cao Wanrou tried her best to ignore Milo's calm eyes sitting next to Bob, and stumbled while reciting the answers she had prepared for such questions.
Although Bob was a little disappointed, he felt that this would not have much impact on the final ranking of the painting, so he nodded lightly and considered it over.
Just as Cao Wanrou was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she saw Master Milo sitting in the middle taking the microphone from Bob's hand. Instead of the kind look he saw in the studio before, he spoke in a serious tone.
"Contestant Cao, I heard that you admitted many times in public that you had been taught by Master Rose and almost became his disciple. Is this true?"
Cao Wanrou had a bad feeling in her heart and unconsciously looked at Gu Yian who was sitting in the corner, unable to see the emotion in his eyes.
Thinking of those indelible Internet memories and knowing that blind denial would be too easy to expose, Cao Wanrou had no choice but to change her statement:
"I was just lucky enough to get some guidance, that's all. As for the fact that I almost became Master Rose's disciple, it's just a rumor."
"Oh? But I have to say responsibly, I looked through all the paintings you participated in this competition from the preliminary round to the semi-finals and then to the finals, and found that they all have a common characteristic.
That is, they are all very Rose's painting style. Her painting skills, composition and color matching can only be learned by being with her for a long time and being influenced by them.
If he could complete such a work with just a few instructions, then Player Cao is really talented. "
After Milo finished speaking, the scene suddenly became audible. Some people seemed to hear some unusual meaning in his words, even mixed with some ridicule.
Cao Chuanfeng could only conclude from the blunt translation of the translator that Cao Wanrou was extremely talented. For a while, his dissatisfaction with Cao Wanrou's sudden display of distraught was much lessened, and he even thought about adding Chinese subtitles to Milo's words. It was played on a loop on the big screen of Cao Group to build momentum for the group.
But Bob understood the meaning of Milo's words. He admired the chairman of the Painting Association whom he rarely met a few times a year even though he was in the same painting association. So when he heard Milo's words, he immediately Face it squarely.
Sure enough, a huge color palette database appeared on the big screen as Milo finished speaking.
This database uses the latest technology to collect all drawings flowing through the International Painting Association in chronological order.
When several paintings titled the Fallen Angel Series were displayed in a loop on the big screen, everyone present was surprised to find that they were 80% similar to the paintings Cao Wanrou participated in the competition.
Even the Fallen Angel series brings a stronger sensory impact than Cao Wanrou's paintings, and the details are more in place.
The painting of the fallen angel is impressively stamped with a seal that belongs exclusively to Master Rose.
Seeing this result, the scene was in an uproar. A famous reporter from country F present asked directly:
"Ms. Cao, do you have anything to explain when faced with this result?
According to the database recording time, this batch of paintings by Master Rose had been registered with the International Painting Association as early as half a year ago. Moreover, these paintings have not yet been released to the public. I believe that most of the people here have seen these paintings for the first time.
Are you one of those talented painters described by Master Milo? Then is it too modest to say that you just received a little guidance from Master Rose? "
Facing the aggressive reporters, Cao Wanrou was a little distracted at the moment and did not notice the language trap in the reporter's mouth. Instead, he followed the reporter's words and explained: "I, in fact, what I just said about being taught by Master Rose is true, and what I said about me being not Master Rose's apprentice is also true."
Seeing that everyone didn't buy her answer, Cao Wanrou's voice increased a few decibels: "However, although we don't have the status of master and disciple, we still have the relationship of master and disciple."
"Really? Why don't I remember giving you advice and do I have any master-disciple relationship with you?"
Gu Yian didn't know when he stepped forward and asked.
Everyone present looked at the girl who suddenly spoke. They seemed to understand what she was talking about, but they didn't seem to understand.
What I understand is the meaning of her words, but what I don't understand is why she said these words.
It seems that only Master Rose can say this.
Could it be possible...?
Looking at Gu Yian's young, beautiful appearance and cold temperament, it is difficult to connect her with Master Rose, who is said to be very old and experienced.
The reporter from country F's eyes lit up. Regardless of whether the girl who suddenly appeared in front of him was the mysterious Master Rose, he thought it was a breaking point. In order to increase the drama of the incident, he resisted the urge to immediately raise the microphone to Gu Yian's mouth, and immediately asked Cao Wanrou again:
"Miss Cao, the young lady in front of you claims that she has no master-disciple relationship with you. Regarding the meaning of her words, as someone who has been taught by Master Rose, do you have anything to say?"
Cao Wanrou had a bad premonition when Gu Yian opened his mouth, and she was already convinced that Gu Yian was Master Rose. Thinking that he had been like a clown, using the identity of Master Rose to embroider himself with gold under Gu Yian's nose, Gu Yian watched all this quietly, as if he was a joke.
Thinking back to the unstamped drawings I accidentally picked up, I just thought the artist was amazing and talented. I searched the entire Internet and couldn't find any similar paintings published, and my painting has reached a bottleneck. Even with the painting that cost 40 million to take, Sun Hua refused to accept it.
In order to clear up her terrible reputation on the Internet, Sun Hua is her last hope. However, human creativity is limited, not to mention that too many things have happened recently. Cao Wanrou is no longer able to create new works independently. However, his very satisfactory works in the past were not recognized by Sun Hua.
and……
Only she knows that the sources of those once eye-catching works are not very clean either.
"Even if you take away all my works, you are just a despicable thief."
At that time, Cao Wanrou was aroused by the man's calm tone. After the other party made it clear that he would resort to legal means to regain the right to sign the painting, the drunk Cao Wanrou was completely angered. As the accelerator pedal was stepped on, her life ended. At the best age.
Cao Wanrou could never forget the eyes that she saw in the rearview mirror, but she never had nightmares when she dreamed about it at midnight.
Except for the day when the man-made car accident happened, she shed a few drops of crocodile tears in order to let Cao Chuanfeng and Song Nana help her settle the matter. In the days that followed, she never took that matter to heart.
But now, Cao Wanrou suddenly felt regretful. If she hadn't killed him at that time, would he have been able to provide her with a steady stream of works? Although it was not as amazing as Master Rose's, she could see that his potential was at least better than her own. The level is much higher.
Therefore, after accidentally picking up the picture album, he would not take it as his own with a sense of luck.
How ironic that the wolf regretted after eating the sheep, not because of the loss of life, but because he felt sorry for his winter rations.
Nature can barely be said to be the function of the biological chain, but what about Cao Wanrou? The indifference to life seems to be innate. Maybe she's just a born bad person.
And Cao Wanrou, who used to be glamorous in the past, is now standing in front of the stage in the huge lecture hall, facing countless doubtful or contemptuous eyes, and aggressive reporters in front of her, as if her clothes are being torn off piece by piece, and finally she can't hold on. The smile he forced out made him a little hysterical.
"She is a liar, and Gu Yian is a bastard. Don't believe her words. She and that old man teamed up to lie to you."
Facing Cao Wanrou, who started to speak indiscriminately, Song Nana hurriedly stepped forward and covered her mouth. Gu Yian could see the veins bursting out from her exertion.
When Cao Wanrou finally calmed down, Song Nana stepped forward to block her, looking firmly at the reporters in front of her and everyone present:
"Xiao Rou is feeling a little uncomfortable today, so she's a little out of control. Maybe she doesn't know what she's talking about right now, so please forgive me.
The paintings she entered into the competition were all completed with great effort. Her father and I both saw how much she had to sacrifice during this period. "
His eyes turned to Milo, who was sitting firmly in the judges' seat and said:
“Of course I believe in the identity of Master Miró certified by the judges here. Master Miró is highly respected, low-key and humble, and has always been a legend in the painting world.
In the past, Xiaorou often said that besides Master Sun Hua, the ones she admired most were Master Milo, Master Bob and everyone else. "
