Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 607 "Nirvana"

Yu Xian certainly had no idea that his casual remark had made Director Chen break out in a cold sweat.

She went to her seat. This was an examination venue converted from a multi-functional exhibition hall. It was very large, and each candidate was at least one meter apart.

However, this does not hinder everyone's communication.

"Look, this is Yu Xuanyu, our star player and school beauty from Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts."

A contestant from the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts said to a student from the Lu Xun Academy of Fine Arts next door.

The term "captain" is like a cheesy, hot-blooded manga suddenly appearing in the tense atmosphere of a competition—it's strangely interesting.

That's not wrong, the skill levels of the ten contestants from a school are bound to vary.

Some students come here simply to broaden their horizons and see the gap between themselves and their peers who are geniuses.

Some students are meant to take on the responsibility of winning awards and bringing honor to the school.

"You have such a great figure?"

The Lu Xun Academy of Fine Arts student clicked his tongue in amazement. From his angle, he could only catch a glimpse of bright red lips under the brim of the fisherman's hat, but he couldn't see the complete nose and eyes.

But even this fleeting glimpse is enough to spark the imagination.

"She's even better looking."

A student from the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts said smugly, "Brother, I'm not kidding, in three years at most, all of us who took the exam with her will have to make an appointment to see her."

"Can good looks put food on the table?"

The students from Lu Xun Academy of Fine Arts were a little unconvinced, but they couldn't help glancing in that direction again.

"Our commander is not just good-looking."

Another student from the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts, she was Yu Xian's direct senior, so she knew Yu Xian's skill level.

And that was before the summer vacation. Now she's been in seclusion with Professor Guan for so long, who knows how much she's improved.

"Her painting skills are much stronger than those of Lin Jinglin and Gao Qingxuan, whom you all mentioned."

Senior Sister Yu Xian said with a hint of disdain, "They might not even be as good as me, let alone our little sister Xian."

As soon as these words were spoken, students from the Central Academy of Fine Arts and the Academy of Fine Arts were unhappy and spoke out to refute them.

"Are all the students at the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts this arrogant now?"

A male student from the Central Academy of Fine Arts pushed up his glasses and said sarcastically, "You've won first prize a few times, and you've already gotten so cocky?"

The girl from the National Academy of Chinese Theatre Arts next to her chuckled, "They say they'll break the deadlock every year, but they're always just runners-up. So what if they're pretty? Is the [captain] from the National Academy of Chinese Theatre Arts here for a beauty pageant?"

However, these two universities are actually more "ironic" because they take turns winning first prize in every exchange competition, which has long annoyed others.

Although I may not be able to challenge these two giants this year, it's okay to say a few sarcastic remarks and join in the fun.

"Wow, COME, they've got some big egos, won't they even let us say a few words?"

"That's right. Since you two are just there to make up the numbers, why don't you two just put on a show? It would save us the trouble of coming all this way just to make up the numbers."

"Why don't we just engrave the first prize as the 'Central State Cycle Cup'? That way we won't have to worry about it."

"They call this tradition, you know? We're just here to clap and that's it."

……

With everyone chiming in, the exhibition hall suddenly became lively.

"Yao Sheng, are you crazy? You're a student from the China Academy of Art, how can you not support Qing Xuan to support that Yu Xian guy?"

"Hehe, senior brother, have mercy! I did see her take off her fisherman's hat."

"Take off your hat? And then what?"

"You can see for yourself."

After a while.

"You're right, aren't you?" "Senior brother, since we don't have a chance anyway, we might as well support the beautiful lady."

"No, you must support Senior Sister Qingxuan, or you'll have to copy 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival' ten times when you get back!"

……

After entering the competition venue, Yu Xuan took off her hat and began preparing by pressing down paper, preparing brushes, and mixing colors.

Like a female general about to go into battle, polishing and maintaining her weapon.

She could hear the noise around her, and if it were during her leisure time, Yu Baibai would probably be quite interested.

However, as soon as she sits in front of the easel, she enters a state of complete absorption.

The noise seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier. All the light and sound automatically softened as they approached. Under the bright light, the cosplayer's slender waist and well-proportioned shoulders and neck formed an extremely beautiful curve.

Occasionally, she would purse her red lips, stare at the drawing paper, and fall into brief contemplation, her focused expression carrying an unintentional allure.

Occasionally, as if sensing something, he would raise his head.

A gaze was fixed on him.

Unlike the usual appraising or amazed gazes, this gaze carried an almost scrutinizing curiosity.

Yu Xian followed the gaze and was suddenly taken aback.

It turned out to be the girl from the movie theater last night.

After Yu Xuan realized what was happening, he nodded at her.

The other party politely nodded in response.

To others, some chuckled and said, "Yu Xuan and Lin Jinglin are looking at each other. If this were in a comic book, there would probably be a buzzing sound of electricity."

"So, which side are you on?"

"I'm a student at the Hubei Academy of Fine Arts, and I absolutely support Yu Xian in taking down the Central Academy of Fine Arts."

……

At nine o'clock, Chang Ruomin, vice president of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, entered the competition venue on time.

Sunlight streamed through the towering glass curtain wall, and the air was filled with the scent of turpentine and fresh paint. The president of the Central Academy of Fine Arts and other leaders were also there, but they were in the VIP room, accompanying distinguished guests like Professor Guan.

Vice Dean Chang first extended a warm welcome to the participating students on behalf of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and then reiterated the discipline and relevant rules.

Finally, her gaze swept over the young faces in the room, and she said with a smile, "This year, the theme of our Eighth Academy Exchange Competition is..."

Seeing everyone's attention focused on her, Chang Ruomin deliberately paused for a moment: "[Nirvana]!"

"Nirvana?"

A gasp and whispers rippled through the room, indicating that it was an open-ended question.

This has always been the rule of the Eight Academies Exchange Competition. You are all so-called geniuses, so we certainly can't give you an egg to sketch.

This kind of open-ended question, which is also timed, not only tests a student's basic skills, but also an artist's ability to quickly explain a story.

"You have six hours to present your thoughts on this topic."

Chang Ruomin raised her wrist to look at her watch: "Contestants need to register when leaving the venue. The materials supply station is at the back. You can hand in your paper early, but you can't stay late..."

No one was listening to Vice President Chang anymore; everyone was getting into brainstorming.

This year has seen a series of major events, including snowstorms, earthquakes, the Olympics, and the Shenzhou-7 launch, all of which bear the imprint of a "rebirth."

This is probably the deeper meaning behind the question setter's intention: to make these young people understand that art in the new era is never about self-admiration, but rather stems from a profound understanding of life.

Find traces of rebirth amidst breakthroughs, reconstruction, and growth.

Before Lin Jinglin began, she suddenly turned around and glanced at Yu Xian, then turned to put down her pen.

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