Chapter 59: 059

The fact that Shi Fei was participating in the literary club competition was quickly broadcasted through the Douyu live broadcast, and more and more people flocked to the live broadcast rooms of the two anchors. +++ Catino Novel Network EbookFREE.me
Wu Zi (Qiangqiang) also received news over there, he has been very decadent recently.
Since (fa fa) was born, he just wanted to take Shifei to'Mr. J'. Afterwards, it proved that everything he did was to boost Shifei's popularity, and he was so angry that he had high blood pressure.
This incident even reduced him to the laughing stock of the industry.
More importantly, the senior management was very disappointed with his successive missteps, and gradually lost confidence in him.
Half a month later, the company wanted to invest in a new talent show, but this time it sent someone to it. In the past, the recruits who signed the draft were sent to him.
Obviously he was cutting power.
But Wu Zi (Qiangqiang) has no way at all right now. He is sitting in the office with his legs on the table and smoking a cigarette to relieve his boredom.
The big back, which I used to be neatly combed, has been casual in the past two days.
The assistant suddenly broke in and said excitedly: "Director Wu, good news, Shi Fei is going to be unlucky."
Wu Zi (强qiang) raised his eyebrows and lowered his legs, "What's the situation?"
The assistant happily handed him the live broadcast on his mobile phone and said, "Just 20 minutes ago, an anchor named'Zhalang Little Fairy' was broadcasting the match between Zuijiang Literature Club and Xianmeng Literature Club."
Wu Zi (Qiangqiang) looked at the screen for a while, and it happened that there was no time to fly. He raised his head and asked, "What does it matter to me?"
The assistant pointed to the screen and said, "Shi Fei is inside. He represents the students of Xianmeng Literature Club and the people of Zuijiang Literature Club to draw and paint." At that moment, the screen turned to Shi Fei, and he was wearing a black (color) sweater with a low profile. Sitting in the crowd.
Wu Zi (qiang qiang) picked up the file on the desk and knocked on the assistant's head, "Are you here to me off? Remind me of what I did before?"
As long as it comes to Shi Fei painting, Wu Zi (Qiang Qiang) will think that he forcibly assigned the identity of'Mr. J'to Shi Fei, but the other party really did it. All he spent in the early stage was all fueling the flames. Fei's popularity has gone a step further when helping.
If it weren't for himself, Shi Fei, a talented person who had left halfway through the talent show, would have grown so quickly in popularity, it would have been almost the first-line traffic. Every time he thinks about this, he doesn't get out of anger, and his mouth becomes frustrated.
"Director, please listen to me first. This Xianmeng Literature Club has always promoted Chinese literature. Their painting academy has always taught students Chinese painting. This time, Shi Fei represents that Xianmeng Literature Club can only paint Chinese painting." Assistant guard Own head quickly explained.
Wu Zi (Qiangqiang) obviously hadn't reacted yet. The assistant quickly turned out Shi Fei's previous paintings and said: "All of Mr. J's public paintings are all Western paintings, and none of them are Chinese paintings."
Wu Zi (强qiang): "What do you mean?"
The assistant said: "I am boldly guessing that Shi Fei should not be able to paint Chinese painting." Then he turned up the previous live broadcast recorded by netizens and said, "Look, Director Wu, originally this Xue Wei meant that the two sides compete together. However, I deliberately added one after Xianmeng Literature Club selected the candidates for the competition. I could only draw the type promoted by my own literature agency. You did not see that Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang had their faces black at the time. Look here. When Shi Fei heard this, his face (color) changed. Obviously, all of this was unexpected. If Shi Fei can paint Chinese paintings, would he still have to put on such an expression?"
Wu Zi (Qiangqiang) thought quickly: "Xianmeng Literature Club is well-known in China, but it is also famous abroad. This time the Chinese and Western cultural competition, in fact, to a certain extent, Xianmeng Literature Club represents the Chinese tradition. For literature, if Xianmeng Literature Club loses because of Shifei, netizens will definitely put this account on Shifei."
The assistant nodded and responded: "Yes."
Wu Zi (强qiang) smiled happily, when the smoke burned his fingers to the end, Wu Zi (强qiang) screamed, and then quickly put out the smoke, with a slight smile on his face. No pain from being scalded.
"Then if at this time, I buy the navy to guide the situation and make things worse, Shi Fei will be blamed for losing. He is likely to lose his reputation because of this incident, and Cheng Ye's'Mr. j'will lose. Sir'." Wu Zi (qiangqiang) said excitedly.
When I picked up my phone, I wanted to quickly contact those (guanguan) affiliated marketing numbers. Halfway through the call, Wu Zi (qiangqiang) stopped, looked at the assistant and asked with some worry: "Do you think Shifei will Paint Chinese painting?"
Assistant: "Probably not. I have never painted it in public. Looking at Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang and his own expressions at that time, it should not be possible either."
Wu Zi (Qiangqiang) put down his phone, calmed down and said, "No, I can't worry, I have to wait."
Whether it is to ask a marketing account to write a newsletter and post on Weibo, or to buy a navy guide, it costs money, and of course it is the company's money. It didn't matter before. Now the upper management of the company has opinions on him. If he is caught by others accidentally, his impression of himself will be even worse.
"Go and help me find out all of Shi Fei's previous paintings, and make sure he does not have Chinese paintings. I will stare at the live broadcast first, and wait for him to finish the paintings and then take action." If it is because of Shi Fei's dream When the Literature Club loses, then his side will start to operate. Even if Shi Fei's performance is quite satisfactory, as long as the Xianmeng Literature Club loses the game, he can have someone write a draft and put it on Shi Fei's head. .
Who made him the famous ‘Mr. J’? He is guilty of losing the game even with him.
The assistant quickly checked Shifei's previous paintings according to his request, and tried to check them all.
After the previous two events, Wu Zi (Qiangqiang) was also more careful this time.
Shi Fei and the others are still in a competition over there. With two hours of painting time, everyone needs to filter it in their minds to roughly what they want to paint.
The first person to start doing it was Carol. Then Ma Juntao and Li Bowen started to move, and even Yu Jin moved.
As a result, Ye Qingcheng, who was covering his face, also began to squeeze paint, only Shi Fei was still silent.
With one hand around, the other supporting his chin, his eyes are looking at the paper on the table and thinking, and from time to time he makes gestures with a brush.
While Li Bowen was busy drawing, he looked up at Shi Fei and sighed when he saw that he hadn't moved.
Master really chose the wrong person. Shi Fei is good at painting Western paintings but good at painting Chinese paintings. It seems that he and the big brother can only get as many points as possible in this round.
As time passed, Shi Fei still did not start, and the barrage had already started cursing.
"Shi Fei hasn't moved, is he going to give up this game?"
"Even if he is not good at Chinese painting, he should always give it a try? It is a coward's behavior to retreat without a fight."
"I don't know why so many people like Shifei, I think it looks just so ordinary."
"It's just a little white face, it's not as good as Jiang Yu, it's not as good as the original, and it's not as good as Shen Qingran than singing. What do you like?"
"I can't get him to be handsome. People who like him are probably blind."
"He became popular by the talent show, but he turned it into something that he did. This kind of person won't work."
"Is it the reincarnation of the sprayer upstairs? That kind of cannibalism shows that some people are really drunk."
"Brother Fei's appearance is actually black, I really convinced him. I dislike him for his ugly appearance, have you ever taken a mirror to yourself again?"
"Take our brother Fei away. He is just a newcomer. You can't compare with Shen Qingran, Jiang Yu, and Buli. Please don't compare with each other."
There are a lot of celebrities, and while Shifei’s popularity brings traffic fans, of course it will also be accompanied by the growth of black fans.
The entertainment circle is just so big and there are so many resources. If a person becomes popular, he will inevitably separate people's resources, even if it is not Wu Zi (qiang), there will be others.
The members of the Xianmeng Literature Club below looked anxious, and even Xia Hai (Yanyan), the master of the Qin Academy, asked in a low voice: "Old Tang, Shi Fei hasn't moved, is it all right?"
Tang Xiangyang said confidently, "Don't worry, this child knows it well."
Xia Hai's (Yanyan) understanding of Shi Fei only exists in other people's mouths. It will be seen that both Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang are not worried, and feel a little relieved.
The students at the Zuijiang Literature Club were motionless when they saw it, and all of them couldn't help but be happy. Some of them are fans of'Mr. J', but this is about the honor of the Literature Club. They only first Private after business.
Everyone thinks that Shi Fei can't paint abroad. Many people think that he can't paint. He has to stand (gangan). Only the president Xue Wei has been observing Tang Xiangyang's expression from time to time, and found that he is worried at all. No, I was very alert about this.
At this moment, Shi Fei moved. He picked up the pen and quickly dipped the ink, and started to draw on the paper. The angle was a problem. Everyone could only see Shi Fei's pen moving all the time, but could not see what he had drawn.
From time to time, I will change the brush and continue drawing.
"No matter how you paint? This is a serious pretense, and give full marks."
"This look has the style of a master, and it's pretty good."
"Our slogan is, regardless of whether the painting is good or not, we must not be less forceful."
"Will Mr. J draw a picture of a chicken eating rice?"
"Put (dry gan) your mouth in front of you to clean it up, you can come if you have the ability."
A lot of sunspots flocked to the live broadcast room and started talking, and even some people just followed the trend and wanted to curse, and didn't care about the truth. The Dumbo is busy controlling the comments and brushing off those black comments.
Shi Fei's painting speed is very fast, as if the painting had passed through his mind n times early, and there was no room for rest in the middle.
Someone finished painting one after another. Only Shi Fei continued to draw. The time stipulated next to him was reduced by one minute and one second. The students who watched the scene and the audience in the live broadcast room were nervous.
For the sake of confidentiality (sexual xing) and not premature disclosure (exposure), the anchors are not allowed to face the paintings during the live broadcast, and reporters are also not allowed to take pictures of the paintings. You must wait for a while for the judges to finish reviewing.
Li Bowen, standing in the middle, finally finished the painting. He was very satisfied with his painting. Due to time constraints, although this'painting' is not the most outstanding (color) of all his works, it is all of his works. The most meaningful of them.
As a result, when he looked up at Shi Fei's direction, he thought he was still in a daze. Unexpectedly, his expression was stunned at this look, and he couldn't believe what he saw.
The time was reduced by one minute and one second, and the others gradually finished drawing and put away their pens. When only three minutes were left before the completion time, only Ye Qingcheng and Shi Fei were left on the field.
Ye Qingcheng held the paint tray in one hand, and didn't stop with the pen in the other. His eyes were piercing (exposed) in the air.
"There is one last minute left." John the judge reminded loudly.
At this time, Ye Qingcheng finally exhaled and put the pen aside to indicate that he had finished drawing.
Shi Fei was still there moving quickly, using the double paintings from time to time, racing against time, and even bit the pen in his mouth when he was in a hurry.
John raised his hand and looked at his watch, pinching the second and finally said: "Okay, time is up, stop writing."
Shi Fei also put away the pen at this time, took the pen off his mouth, and said, "It just happened to be finished."
Shi Fei raised his head and met the anchor's lens. He bit his pen before, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with ink. It was probably relaxed after painting. The corners of his mouth were raised and his eyebrows curled.
Suddenly the comment area of ​​the anchor went crazy.
"Ah, ah, ah, brother, don't laugh, I can't do it anymore."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"It's crazy, crazy, this smile, my old aunt can't bear it."
"I still have ink on my face. Why is it so cute? My (强qiang) dysfunction actually looks good. I think this is the latest makeup look."
"I'm not afraid of Shi Fei painting, I'm afraid that he will laugh and hook people with a fairy face. Who will save me?"
"Brother online shark man ah ah ah ah I (fuck cao), my nosebleed..."
"Sister hold on, I'm okay, watch while transfusing blood."
Originally, he was still discussing who lost and who won the game, but the smile of Shi Fei suddenly made the style of the anchor room crooked.
The little Dumbo, who were just about to explode with anger by the sunspot, saw Shi Fei's smiles all resurrected with blood.
The judges took the notebooks to record the results and began to walk over to view their works one by one, nodding their heads from time to time, and discussing the works at times.
Netizens have never seen the paintings, one by one, as anxious as ants on a hot pot, they want to know the result quickly.
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