The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 580 - 579. Got into a fight? (Chapter 9)

Chapter 580: 579. Got into a fight? (Chapter 9)

It was clear that some of the judges present had seen it, while others hadn’t.

"It looks like Xiao Liao has seen it, why don’t you tell us what you think, are there any problems with the comments she provided?"

"...No."

Though previously referred to as "Old Liao," upon Master Bai’s mention, he was directly demoted to "Xiao Liao," yet the person in question didn’t argue back; after all, in front of Master Bai, everyone, be it in terms of age or status, could only qualify as a "Xiao."

"Oh? So you have no objections to her ratings?"

"No, this Mr. She... Although the scores are somewhat low, the recorded videos indeed accurately pinpoint each student’s shortcomings, and he has been quite patient in giving guidance."

These veteran judges, having lived for so many years, had never seen such a way of grading students.

If the contestant were a student taken under their wing, such comments wouldn’t be a problem, as they often provided similar guidance to their own students; however, to expect them to give such detailed reviews for every participating student...

It has to be said that, firstly, they struggled to keep up with the energy required, and secondly, there were areas that even they themselves were not particularly skilled in.

"This person is quite proficient in both traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy, whether it’s in the planning, ’Artistic Conception,’ or in the beginning strokes and finishing touches, his skill is extraordinary."

Among these judges, each had their own strengths; some excelled in conceptualization, others in finishing touches, but none were as versatile as this Mr. She.

He really wanted to get to know this person better.

Master Bai smiled upon hearing this, "Since you have no objections, why are you here, then?"

"..."

That question hit the nail on the head.

Professor Liao fell silent for a moment, his helplessness apparent, "Master Bai, the atmosphere on our official website now is completely different from before, shouldn’t we regulate it a bit?"

"According to you, was the previous serenity of the website conducive to the development of the students? Have you not noticed that through exchanges and discussions, each of them has improved in their art of painting and calligraphy?"

Master Bai paused for a moment, his right hand rhythmically tapping on the table.

"Let’s not be complacent. The younger generation is embracing new things with open arms; we cannot afford to be left behind. The website is indeed livelier than before, but the benefits outweigh the drawbacks."

As for the minor and negligible drawbacks, they could be ignored.

Professor Liao fell silent again.

Master Bai turned his attention to the others, "You all don’t object now—go back, watch each video of Mr. She’s reviews, then make a decision."

Thus, three or five of the evaluating professors stayed in the office for no more than five minutes before being shown out.

They didn’t accomplish anything and were instead tactfully persuaded to leave by the dexterous Master Bai.

No sooner had they left than Master Bai started to drink tea with a contented smile, even humming a tune from the capital, completely at ease.

The secretary, observing this, couldn’t help but smile too.

"Master Bai, do you think the professors will have any objections after watching the videos?"

"Do they have the face to?"

"..."

Indeed.

When they couldn’t even compete with him in their own fields of expertise, they indeed had no grounds to pick at others.

The secretary sighed internally, her admiration for Mr. She growing.

Just what sort of person was he, achieving such a high level of expertise in traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy?

Could Master Bai really not reveal a hint about him?

***

Having finished a day of shooting, Tang Shu returned to Palm Pavilion and sprawled on the couch.

Yang Tiantian brewed her a cup of tea before busying herself in the kitchen.

As the clock struck six in the afternoon, the door to Palm Pavilion was pushed open, and the figure of Xu Qianyun stealthily came in.

First, he glanced at the figure reading on the couch, "Sis~"

"Hmm."

Relieved by the one-word response, Xu Qianyun quickly headed towards the training room on the right.

Just as he thought he could sneak away successfully, he heard a call from the living room.

"Wait a minute."

On the sofa, Tang Shu, who was originally studying her textbook, sat up and looked at him thoughtfully.

"What happened to your face, did you get into a fight?"

Xu Qianyun, who hadn’t yet managed to slip away from the doorway, stiffened and felt surprised.

"Sis, I even covered it up with foundation, how can you still tell?!"

"..."

Tang Shu’s mouth twitched but didn’t tell him that one could guess whether a person was hurt just by listening to their footsteps.

As her Inner Strength increased day by day, now there were hardly any things that could escape her perception.

"Go get the medicine box."

"Okay, sis."

Since he had been discovered, after a brief moment of unease, Xu Qianyun knew that he could only face the difficulty head-on and obediently scampered off to get the medicine box from the kitchen.

Two minutes later, Tang Shu pinched the faintly fragrant ointment in her hand and observed him from head to toe for a long while.

"How come you took so many hits, have you been slacking off lately?"

"...No, there were just a lot of them."

Xu Qianyun had braced himself for a string of interrogations, but Tang Shu’s opening remark immediately left him with mixed feelings.

Tang Shu nodded in understanding, after all, it’s difficult for one to fight against many, not to mention that the person in front of her had only been learning for a short time.

She applied the ointment to Xu Qianyun’s arm, gently blending it in with force to facilitate absorption.

"How many people were there?"

"Seven or eight, ouch—"

It hurt so much!

"That many people ganged up on just you?"

They really thought highly of him.

Xu Qianyun grunted affirmatively with a tight voice, "A few days ago, there were three of them, and I sent them packing."

"..."

Tang Shu paused in her ministrations, taking a surprised glance at him.

So, the opposition was quite displeased and bulked up their team to beat him up?

"One against eight, it seems like you won."

If he hadn’t won, the injuries on his body would only be more severe than now, maybe even a broken rib or two. Certainly not just some bruises like he has now.

Once again pinpointed by his sister, any trace of Xu Qianyun’s guilty conscience vanished in an instant, not even a little bit remained.

"So sis, am I impressive or what?"

Tang Shu looked up and saw him full of anticipation, his face practically screaming "Praise me, praise me," she finally couldn’t hold back and increased the pressure in her hands.

"Ouch—"

"Dare you repeat that in front of your Sister Su?"

"No, I don’t dare."

Even if he were to think with his toes, Xu Qianyun knew how Su Xiaochi would react.

One against eight, although he won, getting beaten up like this also meant he was not that great.

It would invariably lead to a comment along those lines.

Tang Shu immediately laughed, "Tell me, what was it all for?"

"Just... for a girl."

"Hmm?"

This time, she was genuinely shocked.

Xu Qianyun’s face instantly turned red, and he stammered through a protracted explanation.

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