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Chapter 311: I’m Not Qualified to Comment

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: I’m Not Qualified to Comment

"Shen Huchen."

Shen Huchen couldn’t help but shiver; exchanging glances with Lu Sen, who had just returned dejected after a critique, they both felt a bit in the same boat.

Now they really seemed to be comrades in misfortune. In front of Mr. Zhang, no one got away unscathed!

However, the result was somewhat surprising for him. Although Mr. Zhang also pointed out many shortcomings that Shen hadn’t realized before, and mentioned areas where he needed improvement, at least he wasn’t criticized as harshly as Lu Sen was.

It could be said that despite the fear and trepidation of going forward, he returned with more than he had anticipated.

Lu Sen: "..."

It seemed he was the only one who received ’special’ attention!

Shen Huchen patted him on the shoulder, giving him an encouraging look: Hang in there, brother!

Zhang Nachuan took the cup of water handed over by Zhang Ye, sipped it to soothe his throat, and pointed his cane towards the third artwork with a somewhat complex gaze, then looked over at Su Yi.

Even when calling someone, his tone became a bit subdued and gentle.

When the person stepped forward, he didn’t start by critiquing the work but asked, "Can you tell me why you chose only this piece to copy from among all the artworks in the exhibition hall?"

Su Yi initially thought of saying it was because she liked it, but when she looked into the elder’s eyes, which tried to appear gentle, she hesitated and decided to speak truthfully: "This painting’s style closely resembles that of a senior I greatly respect. I miss him a lot and really admire his works, so I chose this piece in the end."

Zhang Nachuan nodded, seemingly wanting to ask more, but he began to formally critique the artwork, "The style of this painting, you’ve captured about seventy to eighty percent. However, it’s missing some of the oppression found in the original, though your brushwork is still somewhat immature and not quite fluid, and the colors aren’t rich enough. Is it because you’re not used to the paints provided by the museum?"

"No, no, no," Su Yi hastily waved her hand in explanation, "it’s because the museum offers too many types of paint, I just got overwhelmed by the choices."

Zhang Nachuan glanced at Su Yi’s faded cotton dress and somewhat guessed her situation. He nodded but didn’t say more about this aspect.

When Su Yi returned, Lu Sen and Shen Huchen couldn’t help but exchange gazes once more.

They discovered for the first time that even preferential treatment had so many variations.

They were a bit regretful not being girls!

"Lin Nuo."

"Mr. Zhang."

"I’ve heard about you." Zhang Nachuan looked at Lin Nuo’s suddenly altered expression without concern and continued, "In our field, plagiarism is a deadly sin of deadlies, something I, Zhang, despise the most."

This statement made everyone, both inside and outside the camera, change their expressions, and Lin Nuo clenched his fists tightly in restraint, "Mr. Zhang, the person who plagiarized back then wasn’t me. I’ve never done such a thing!"

"Oh, are you here to prove yourself through this program?"

Lin Nuo nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

"I can see it," Zhang Nachuan’s tone shifted, "In the artwork you copied, it’s imbued heavily with your personal emotions. You chose one of the most classic ’Four Gentlemen,’ bamboo, and every stroke is quite precise. But you forgot one thing!"

Lin Nuo realized that what the elder was about to say next was crucial, so he quickly focused his attention with burning eyes.

"Bamboo not only possesses indomitable spirit but also sways gracefully with the wind. It doesn’t stubbornly confront the omnipresent winds. You care too much about the plagiarism incident and are eager to clear your name, which makes every stroke you make, whether copying or creating alone, seem deliberate. You’ve forgotten the original reason you chose the path of calligraphy and painting. This way, it becomes excessive. Am I right?"

Lin Nuo felt as if a thunderbolt exploded overhead, instantly shattering the layers of fog clouding his mind, leaving his heart clear and lucid.

"I have only four words for you: Keep your original intention!"

Lin Nuo bowed deeply toward the elder’s direction.

Outside of the camera, Arin covered her mouth, looking at the now revitalized figure, whose eyes seemed brighter, tears welled in her eyes.

A tissue was handed to her, and she instinctively took it and wiped, "Thank you for the tissue."

Xu Ling’an waved his hand, "No problem, it will all get better."

"Yes, everything will get better!"

She didn’t believe it before, but now she does.

"Qian Yaya."

With the prior ’gentle’ treatment of Su Yi, Qian Yaya confidently stepped forward, her voice clear and fearless, "Mr. Zhang, please guide me."

"Your ’Bibo Wanxiang’ was going smoothly in the beginning, but why did the vibe change later on?"

"Huh?" Qian Yaya was stunned by the question, "The vibe changed?"

Zhang Nachuan looked at the young girl who seemed about the same age as his granddaughter and pointed to a spot on the painting, "Before you painted this section, what were you thinking? This section and the previous part seem like a split personality, and I want to know what influenced your brush strokes!"

Qian Yaya swore she hadn’t misheard; she had just heard Lu Sen laugh, and while grinding her teeth, she couldn’t help but lower her head, trying to remember what she was doing back then.

"Wait, I remember now. I glanced at Teacher Jiang’s painting on my way back!"

Suddenly being called out, Jiang Lingxi: "..."

Qian Yaya continued, "I saw Teacher Jiang’s painting and couldn’t help but compare it with Shen Qianshan’s original. Mr. Zhang, do you understand the uncontrollable feeling of two styles intertwining in your mind? That might be what you meant by a split personality."

Zhang Nachuan almost laughed but held it in, "In essence, your willpower is not strong enough. Whether it’s copying or painting, the best state is to remain unaffected by external factors and stick firmly to your path. You’ve been through too little and had it too easy. The reason I put you after Lin Nuo is that your current states are opposites and make for a good comparison."

Qian Yaya’s little head drooped down, "I’m still young."

"Being young is not an excuse. Su Yi is also young, but her understanding of painting is deeper than yours. You’re outstanding to have such achievements at a young age, but pride and complacency are always major taboos. Remember this well."

Qian Yaya nodded sullenly, "Okay."

Her voice was so aggrieved it was almost tearful.

However, Zhang Nachuan merely waved his hand. The little girl had talent in painting and calligraphy and was clearly pampered and praised daily at home, so he didn’t mind playing the villain to temper her impulsiveness.

"And Jing Huai and Jiang Lingxi, since you’re in the same profession, I’ll critique you together."

"The works both of you copied this time," Zhang Nachuan paused, looking at the two young people before him, "I don’t even want to critique either of them."

This statement shocked everyone present, and even those in the observation room doubted their ears for a moment.

What does this mean?

Xu Qingmei couldn’t help but think to herself: Is it so bad that Mr. Zhang doesn’t even want to critique it anymore?

Hadn’t he previously praised Jiang Lingxi’s work? Was it sarcasm?

Although Jing Huai was critiqued alongside, having Jiang Lingxi for company made her feel a bit better.

Li Wanxuan’s expression also changed, what did the teacher mean by this?

In her eyes, Jing Huai and Jiang Lingxi’s works put together shouldn’t even be comparable!

But she couldn’t convey her thoughts to the museum side, and now she could only worry.

However, some remained calm, Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing listened without changing their expressions, patiently waiting for what would come next.

Zhang Nachuan met the group’s bright eyes, "One is so bad that I don’t want to waste words critiquing it. The other is at a level not below mine, and I’m unqualified to critique it!"

The crowd immediately roared in amazement!