Mr. Huo, Ma'am, she's acting like a demon again

The selection method of the preliminary competition is very simple, and the judges still score.

In each region, the promotion will be promoted according to the ratio of one tenth.

For Nan Chu, he didn't even need any far-reaching intentions.

The superb and exquisite painting skills alone are enough to reach the semi-finals.

However, since she intentionally caused a confrontation with Hua Ruanruan, this match is no longer a promotion match.

It is the absolute opposition between life and death.

In order to maintain her reputation, Hua Ruanruan will definitely hire someone to cheat behind her back.

In this way, her opponent will probably be a famous painter in the world.

She has to give it her all.

After working day and night for two days, Nan Chu finally completed the preliminary drawing.

Qiao Rui asked about Zhou Xiaomeng.

It was only then that Nan Chu remembered that she hadn't visited Zhou Xiaomeng since she came back from Jiangcheng.

No matter what, I should go to accompany her for a while, and slowly adapt to the familiar life again.

But she is too busy, whether it is a hospital or a company, taking out just one thing is enough to exhaust her physically and mentally.

She had no choice but to ask Ji Muzhou for help.

Ji Muzhou fully agreed.

"Old Ji's bastard, I still think he's really old and useless."

"In the end, it was just to sneak out with my mother and adults, and it is said that I also signed up for a ten-day luxury cruise."

"I won't show him the company anymore, I just came to you to hide and relax!"

Nan Chu couldn't help but laugh.

On the way, she told Ji Muzhou.

"Xiaomeng went to Jiangcheng to play, and accidentally had her wallet and mobile phone stolen. She was hungry for days, and finally met me."

"You mustn't bring up this sad thing again."

Of course, Nan Chu lied casually.

Why was Zhou Xiaomeng brought to Jiangcheng? Why was his ID taken and forced to sign a labor contract?

She knew nothing about it.

Such an embarrassing experience, in front of Ji Muzhou, is even more unwilling to say it.

Nanchu took Ji Muzhou to see Zhou Xiaomeng.

Zhou Xiaomeng opened the door, her eyes were still a little empty, but her face was much rosier than a few days ago.

"The three of us finally got together, so we should have a good chat."

Nan Chu took the initiative to hold Zhou Xiaomeng's hand, and dragged her downstairs.

The downstairs restaurant has a separate private room, which Nanchu had already ordered in advance.

"I'm still busy during the day, so after dinner, let Muzhou take you shopping."

"I was frightened this time, so I should make up for it. We must let Ji Er Shao bleed a little."

Nan Chu said loudly, for fear that Ji Muzhou could not hear clearly.

Ji Muzhou rolled his eyes to the sky.

"Buy, buy, buy, how much money is missing for the clothes?"

The two talked and laughed, but Zhou Xiaomeng remained silent.

Her mind was always occupied by the painful memories of the past month.

Pain, humiliation.

She suddenly raised her head and stared at Nan Chu.

Nan Chu's voice stopped abruptly.

"Xiaomeng, is there something wrong with you?"

Nan Chu hurriedly lowered his voice and asked.

Zhou Xiaomeng shook her head numbly.

Nan Chu was anxious and didn't dare to show it on his face, as if he suddenly thought of something, he said jokingly.

"Look at me, I'm stupid. I'm just talking about myself and leaving you alone."

Zhou Xiaomeng twitched the corners of her mouth, still absent-minded.

Ji Muzhou frowned.

He always felt that Zhou Xiaomeng seemed to have changed a lot since he came back.

In the past, she looked at Nan Chu with only innocence and trust in her eyes.

But now, it's completely different.

He could see clearly that it was jealousy and resentment.

"Zhou Xiaomeng hasn't recuperated yet, so you are busy calling him out."

"If it were me, I wouldn't show you a good face either."

Ji Muzhou joked a few words to ease the atmosphere.

Zhou Xiaomeng stood up suddenly, bit her lower lip, said "Sorry", and hurried upstairs again.

Nan Chu still wanted to chase, but was stopped by Ji Muzhou.

The two walked out of the hotel for a distance, and Ji Muzhou said in a low voice.

"I don't care what she has experienced outside, but this is not the reason for her resentment."

"Chu Chu, you are much smarter than me, don't lie to yourself anymore."

Ji Muzhou patted Nan Chu's shoulder.

Nan Chu let out a long sigh.

The deadline for the submission of works in the preliminary competition was over, and Nanchu immediately asked Ji Muzhou to lead the topic.

The entry "Nan Chuhua Ruan Ruan tit for tat" was exposed to everyone again.

Xiang Yang cooperated, broke through the system easily, and pushed the topics and posts edited by Ji Muzhou to every platform user.

Soon, the results of the promotion will be announced on the official website of the competition.

The paintings that were promoted were announced simultaneously with the results.

Due to the hype, the works of Nan Chu and Hua Ruan Ruan received widespread attention in the first place.

Like many people, Nan Chu is also in front of the computer at this moment, appreciating Hua Ruanruan's work carefully.

Sharp, precise, good at fine brushwork, very strong overall view, excellent composition ability, but the color matching is average...

Countless traits come to mind.

Nan Chu quickly screened the international painters she knew well.

Got it!

Luo Xing.

A Chinese painter who settled in the Americas and has won three international competitions.

Could it be that Hua Ruanruan actually invited Luo Xing?

I'm afraid the price is not small.

In Hua's villa, Luo Xing yawned in Hua Ruanruan's room.

"It's just a small promotion match, and you want me to take action?"

Hua Ruanruan stared, "You must not take it lightly!"

She found Nan Chu's work, enlarged it with a computer, and showed it to Luo Xing.

"Are you sure, are you sure you can beat her?"

Luo Xing was still full of disdain at first.

With just a glance, the frivolity on his face quickly disappeared and turned into a serious one.

After staring at it for a long time, Luo Xing took a peek at Hua Ruanruan's expression.

It turned out to be the case.

He closed the computer, "Only at this level, in the next match, I will make her lose and cry!"

"but--"

He paused for a while, stood up from the swivel chair, and walked towards Hua Ruanruan's bed step by step.

Luo Xing pinched Hua Ruanruan's chin, approached her neck, and took a deep breath.

"It's time to pay the reward for the next game."

Hua Ruanruan gritted her teeth secretly.

But there was still a coquettish and charming smile on his face, "Of course."

On the Internet, there are various comments on the works of Nan Chu and Hua Ruan Ruan.

At least for now, most people still prefer the conclusion that "the two are of similar level".

However, Nanchu's achievements in medical research and jewelry design are already very dazzling.

Compared with the high-profile Hua Ruan Ruan, Nan Chu brought much more surprises to people.

It was only one round, and Nan Chu had the upper hand.

At the same time as the promotion results were announced, the theme of the next round was announced without any buffer.

The time is still one week.

The tense game rhythm is a kind of test.

Nan Chu still finished the work in the first three days.

Compared with jewelry design, painting is as intimate and natural to her as breathing, and there is no need to deliberately seek inspiration.

Now that she has figured out the way this time, she can take the initiative to attack.