Under everyone's gaze, Chen Yang dropped a dot of ink from the syringe onto the paper.
Then he began to gently blow on the drop of ink.
The ink splattered and flowed across the paper, like a mischievous sprite.
Some faces in the crowd showed quite a shock, as they began to see what was going on.
But many more still wore disdainful expressions.
After blowing on one drop of ink, Chen Yang dropped another, and blew again!
Fourteen drops of ink landed on the Xuan paper, blown into bizarre and incredibly ugly shapes by Chen Yang!
Finally, he cleaned the syringe with clear water.
Then someone shouted out, "What even is this you're painting? It's so damn ugly, have you ever learned to draw?"
"Yeah, right? Even my three-year-old kid can paint better than this, can't you put a little heart into your work?"
"With your skill level, you dare to challenge us? Are you kidding us?"
Chen Yang ignored them and dipped the cleaned syringe back into the red ink.
