Tell Me You Have a Crush On Me [Rebirth]

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"I don't agree with that either."

"I'm not here to draw stick figures."

Yu Ning continued, "If everyone feels it is inappropriate, I suggest using oil paint."

Xiang Lin: “Reason.”

“First, oil paint has the best presentation effect on canvas. Second, even if there is a mistake, oil paint can be repaired by covering it up, so the error tolerance rate is high.”

Zhuo Heng said with contempt, "Yu Ning, you are too selfish. You are from the oil painting department, so you want everyone to paint with you? Don't you know? Among the 100 contestants, less than one tenth are from the oil painting department."

Yu Ning: "That's not what I meant. We all come from a fine arts background and I believe we have dabbled in every field. Besides, it's not difficult to get started with oil painting."

Zhuo Heng interrupted him, "I think we should present it in the form of ink painting."

"Zhuo Heng, what are you thinking about?" Yu Ning suspected that he was crazy. "We used canvas for the draft. You should know that the effect of ink on it is very poor."

Zhuo Heng: "We can use rice paper instead and repaint it."

Yu Ning: "Aren't all the previous efforts in vain?"

"How is it wasted? The competition is divided into four stages, and each stage is scored independently. If we draw a new one now, it will not affect the previous score at all. On the surface, it seems to be a waste of time, but ink painting is a traditional art of our country. We use what our ancestors have passed down to express our vision of a better future. What's wrong with that?"

Zhuo Heng continued, "What's more, one-third of the contestants here are from the Chinese painting department. There is strength in numbers. This stage has eight hours, which is enough for us to rethink and prepare."

"This behavior may seem tiring and unnecessary, but what you love is never unnecessary." Zhuo Heng looked around, "What do you think, isn't it?"

Everyone said in unison: "Yes!"

When Zhuo Heng raised his voice and spoke the last sentence in a sonorous and powerful voice in front of the camera, Yu Ning realized that he was well prepared and determined to win.

Zhuo Heng, who originally studied Chinese painting, had colluded with fellow students before coming. In addition, Xiang Lin was an extremely democratic person in group activities.

In this round of confrontation, Yu Ning had no advantage. In the end, he could only respect and compromise.

At the same time, among the one hundred contestants, more than thirty were from the Chinese painting department, and Yu Ning, who was from the oil painting department, seemed redundant.

After nearly ten hours of persistence, Yu Ning's body began to be unable to bear it.

Xiang Lin came over, a little worried, "Are you okay?"

Yu Ning nodded, "Not bad."

"Do you blame me for not insisting on your idea?"

Yu Ning shook his head. "In collective activities, the minority should obey the majority."

Xiang Lin looked at his tired state and said, "Go and have a rest. They are here."

"Okay, call me when we get to the fourth stage."

At 1:30 in the morning, most of the contestants were busy. In the lounge next door, there were only seven or eight people, including Yu Ning.

Yu Ning had a headache and couldn't sleep at all. His brain was spinning at high speed, recalling the plot of the game in his previous life.