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Chapter 20: Talent that can't be hidden

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20 You Mian just lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with me.

Qu Miao hissed, thinking that You Mian is good anywhere, but it is too much to fight or grab.

Although she is one of the few students in the class who can talk to You Mian a little bit about You Mian's family background that others don't know, it is only a little bit.

Since You Mian planned to ignore it, Qu Miao didn't say more, just sat back in his position with his mobile phone, and slammed back in every fan floor.

When Qu Miao raised his head again, there was already a simple clay draft on the plastic platform in front of You Mian.

Qu Miao put away his mobile phone and stepped forward, and the empty sculpture room was only the sound of You Mian pinching mud.

"Mianmian, what are you doing?" Qu Miao remembered that You Mian's graduation project had already completed the first draft shape, and now this one is definitely not.

You Mian lifted the plastic wrap and dug out a handful of small plastic from the mud bucket and smashed it on the small plastic in front of him.

The boy was wearing a loose and casual black sweatshirt, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing the cold white skin of his arms.

The maroon dirt splattered on his wrists, but he didn't pay any attention to it, only the sculpture in front of him.

"Star Cup." You Mian twisted his eyebrows in thought as he replied to Qu Miao's question, "I'm thinking about the theme of the preliminary round.

Qu Miao was stunned for a few seconds, and then instantly fell into a burst of ecstasy, "Sleep!" You passed the pre-selection?! I knew you could!

Without waiting for Qu Miao to be happy for a few seconds, You Mian said lightly: "The tutor's internal recommendation."

Qu Miao raised his hand and patted You Mian's shoulder indifferently, and said with a grin: "Who among the dozen or so people in our class can get Teacher Qin's internal recommendation, it must be you, no matter what, you are now preparing for the preliminary round of the Star Cup!" The

girl's tone was full of sincere joy.

She asked, "What is the theme of the preliminary round?" You

must know that the Xingchen Cup is one of the best art competitions in the country, and the questions have always been the most tricky and impossible to guess.

You Mian conceived in his heart, stood in front of the plastic platform and frowned: "All things."
As soon as the word "
everything" came out, Qu Miao's face instantly became extremely complicated.

What the hell is this?! The tournament organizers are too strict! It's simply the devil.

A step-by-step academic sculptor like Qu Miao, who prides himself on being a rookie, has never been able to understand the world of the bigwigs.

Whenever Qin Ran talked about the colors of those bursts of inspiration in class, she was ignorant.

What kind of color can a sculpture have, and what kind of agility can it be?

It has been fixed in one position since it was shaped, not to mention that Qu Miao feels that the sculpture is more agile and agile than the animation?

But no matter how incomprehensible Qu Miao was, she understood that there was a class of innate talents in this world, who had the most exquisite skills and color perception that was different from ordinary people.

Any piece of material that has no new ideas in front of them, they can pinch out the most exciting work.

And You Mian in front of him is obviously included in it.

The dots, lines, colors, light and shade, perspective and composition of each of his works are extremely ornamental, and he always has the highest score in the class in terms of aesthetic evaluation.

Qu Miao stood beside You Mian, shorter than the boy's head by more than half a head.

Everything...... Everything......

Qu Miao stared at the clay on the plastic platform for a long time, and suddenly covered his head and hissed, he couldn't think about it, and if he thought about it again, he would grow a brain.

Now it is the graduation season, and the internship of more than a dozen people in a class of the sculpture department, the preparation for the exam, and the graduation project have been soaked in the professional sculpture room outside the school, so the classroom is empty now.

Qu Miao's offer has been obtained, and coming to the classroom today is just a habitual way to come here to pass the time.

So she immediately turned around and picked up her backpack and smiled: "Since you are busy with such an important matter, I will not bother you next to you."

Qu Miao walked to the door and made a cheering gesture at You Mian, the punk girl with neat short hair turned around and pointed at You Mian with her index finger painted with black nails, and then clenched her fist against her heart, smiling heartily, "Brother Mian, go forward."

You Mian's hands were stained with maroon clay, and he raised his eyes and smiled when he heard this, "Ah."

Qu Miao instantly blushed and covered her heart and closed the door and left, this appearance, even if you watch it for four years, it is not diminished!

The wall clock in the classroom turns from eight in the morning to eleven o'clock.

The plastic platform where You Mian was standing had been splashed with clay, and after discovering that the creation would last for a while, You Mian had already put on a transparent isolation suit.

The boy's hair on his forehead was tied up by a black rubber band, and a small tug was tied on the top of his head.

The contours of his eyebrows and eyes were instantly exposed, and his gentle temperament was diluted a little by his contemplative and serious expression, and the whole person was sharp and silent.

This picture provoked the photographer of the "Matching Heartbeat" program team, who wanted to knock on the door with the machine, stood outside the door and filmed for a long time.

There is a messy sculpture in front of the boy in the camera, and it is impossible to see what it is.

At first glance, it may seem like a messy graffiti painting, but if you look closely, you will find that the direction and light and shade settings of the sculpture are extremely tricky and ruthless.

One more point is excessive, and one less point is insufficient.

You Mian looked at the draft that took three hours to type, and finally let out a breath.

At the same time, more than ten kilometers away, in the huge cool-colored office on the top floor of the JL building in the center of Huajiang.

Vivian, assistant to the president, knocked on the door in stiletto heels and entered, holding a document in his hand.

"Mr. Pei, this is the information I didn't have time to give you yesterday, and the other party is the propaganda guest of the program group that is connected with us."

Pei Huaiji raised his hand to sign his name on the last page of the contract, the big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance fell, and the pen was covered with a hat.

Pei Huaiji raised his eyes to look at Vivian and asked, "Are you talking about You Mian?"

Vivian was stunned, because Pei Huaiji had never asked about this kind of thing before.

But with a professional attitude, she immediately replied: "Yes, Mr. Pei, this is the risk assessment report given by the planning team, and they think that if the publicity guest is You Mian, the later risks may be..."

Without waiting for Vivian to finish speaking, Pei Huaiji directly interrupted: "Put it here."

Vivian paused, stepped forward and placed the information in his hand on the desk.

The woman in a red professional uniform took a few steps back and dutifully said the results given by the planning team, "Maybe there is a more suitable choice among the guests."

Pei Huaiji raised his eyes silently, his eyes were sharp.

The man asked in a cold voice, "More suitable?"

Vivian replied, "Yes, it's Bai Lin."

Pei Huaiji tapped the document with his finger and didn't say anything, just let Vivian out.

Vivian immediately understood that Pei Huaiji didn't want to change people, so she didn't speak anymore and turned around and left directly.

She never doubted every decision Pei Huaiji made.

The sound of closing the door sounded, Pei Huaiji looked down at the information in front of him and was silent for a long time.

This is all the things he has been confused about, You Mian's background, family background and all interpersonal interactions.

Pei Huaiji lowered his eyes, and his cold eyebrows frowned slightly.

Someone warned about it, and it went over and over again.

The man's fingers on the table tapped, and then he raised his hand to put the unopened document into the cabinet.

This is really an exception for Pei Huaiji, who has always been accustomed to fighting information warfare.

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When You Mian returned to the hut at noon, there was no one else in the living room on the first floor, and it seemed that everyone had gone out to work and had not yet returned.

As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, he saw the task card placed on the bedside table by the program team.

I saw that the title page of the card was written in cute pink font with the four big characters "Matching Heartbeat".

You Mian opened it and took a look, and inside was the place and time of the guests who chose the church painting.

The afternoon date was still more than two hours away, enough for him to have a good rest.

You Mian took a quick shower, and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hair wiped his hair and opened the Sudoku book when Guan Tong's voice came from the staircase of the hut.

Guan Tong seemed to be chatting with someone, and the footsteps of the two people gradually left the staircase to the kitchen.

Suddenly, one of them paused in his footsteps, changed his choice to walk towards the kitchen, and turned around and walked straight towards You Mian's door.

Knock knock.

After knocking on the door, Yun Guanqing leaned against the door frame with his hands on his chest, and asked lazily, "You Mian?"

You Mian glanced down at the Sudoku frame, intending to respond in silence.

There was silence outside the door for a few seconds, but Yun Guanqing did not leave as he expected, but knocked on the door again.

"I see your shoes in the hallway." Yun Guanqing snorted, "Deliberately avoiding me?

Yun Guanqing leaned against the door and wanted to speak, but suddenly the door in front of him was slammed open from the inside.

You Mian stood in the room with his hair wet, his curly chestnut brown hair dripping downward.

The boy wore a loose white T-shirt, revealing his cold white collarbones and a slender neck.

Yun Guanqing didn't take his eyes off, squinted his eyes and smiled, "No wonder you don't open the door and take a bath?"

You Mian said coldly: "What's the matter with knocking on the door?" I'm ready to rest.

Yun Guanqing snorted, tilted his head and leaned closer, his narrow eyes were full of bad interest, "It's okay, I'll knock."

You Mian was about to close the door with the doorknob, but Yun Guanqing actually raised his hand and slammed into the door.

You Mian raised his eyes to look at Yun Guanqing in surprise.

No matter what, this is still recording a show, is Yun Guanqing really afraid that this section will be broadcast and cause a fan war?

But You Mian thought about it again, Yun Guanqing in the book was originally a person with a vicious and poisonous tongue to the point of being extremely proud, he had always only relied on his own likes to do things, and presumably the aura and scruples of the actor were like a void to him.

Yun Guanqing asked suspiciously: "Are you a natural volume?" I thought I had done the styling. You Mian's

expression was a little impatient.

"Hey, are you sure you kid want to have this attitude towards a male star who just stayed up late to catch up on the announcement and came back to see you non-stop?" Yun Guanqing snorted in a dragging tone, "I'm sad to death."

You Mian did not back down, and said coldly: "Then you will die of sadness."

Yun Guanqing laughed, and his interest was noticeably stronger.

Just as the two were at a stalemate, the door to the hut was opened.

The tall figure passed by the door of You Mian's room, Pei Huaiji turned his head and swept his eyes, his eyes passed through You Mian's wet hair, and landed on the Sudoku book that was randomly spread out and placed on the desk in the room.

Pei Huaiji's footsteps stopped and stood outside the door.

"Have you eaten lunch?" Pei Huaiji didn't seem to see the confrontation between Yun Guanqing and You Mian, and asked questions very often.

But even such a simple sentence still made Yun Guanqing relieved and took a step back.

You Mian said lightly: "I have eaten in the school cafeteria."

Pei Huaiji nodded, then pointed to the Sudoku book in the room with his gaze, and glanced at You Mian with a complimentary expression.

You Mian, who was praised inexplicably: "..."