[F * ck, I'm dumbfounded. So this piece of calligraphy was also written by her?]
[Then why did she say that this piece of calligraphy was rubbish? I don't understand.]
[The person in front, you don't understand. I studied painting at the Academy of Fine Arts. Every time I look at my previous paintings, I think they're rubbish.]
[Me too, me too. I can't bear to look at it. I'm still wondering how I could draw such an ugly painting.]
[Oh my god, I love this classmate. Didn't you say that I didn't write this? Then I'll say that the calligraphy you think is good is rubbish and then I'll slap you in the face. Does it hurt?]
[It hurts. Lin Xi's face is turning green.]
Lin Xi became famous at a young age and was proud.
He finished his apprenticeship early and his teacher was a calligraphy master of the same generation as Shengqingtang.
This was the first time he was lectured by Shengqingtang and criticized by so many people.
Just because they "cheated" together.
Lin Xi wasn't stupid. Naturally, he thought of something.
His gaze swept across the room and landed on Zhong Zhiwan, who was sitting below the stage.
His gaze was extremely cold.
Zhong Zhiwan hurriedly avoided Lin Xi's gaze. His face turned even paler and his body started to tremble.
The head of the Arts Department noticed something was wrong and asked with concern, "Zhiwan, are you okay?"
Zhong Zhiwan forced a smile and said, "I'm fine."
She clenched her fists and looked at the stage.
Shengqingtang had a high status in the art world. Even Old Mr. Zhong couldn't invite them.
How could a person like Ying Zijin know Shengqingtang?
And she even invited Shengqingtang to read her calligraphy?
What a joke.
She had studied calligraphy for fourteen years and in the eyes of calligraphers, she was just a beginner.
Ying Zijin had lived in Qingshui County since she was young. She didn't even have a teacher and yet she could write so well.
It was too unfair.
Zhong Zhiwan let go of her hand and clenched her school uniform. She couldn't sit still.
But she was the head of the Student Union and couldn't leave.
She could only bite the bullet and stay there, enduring the jealousy in her heart. It was torturous.
Wei Hou wasn't any better than Zhong Zhiwan.
Shengqingtang's series of questions caught him off guard. He didn't even have a chance to salvage the situation.
Especially when he admitted that it was his handwriting in front of everyone. Once the evidence was presented, it was a fatal blow.
"Wei Hou, oh Wei Hou, I didn't expect you to steal Little Classmate Ying's painting." Sheng Qingtang was even angrier. "You even stamped it with your own seal. Who do you think you are?"
"I didn't steal it!" Wei Hou's face was red as he argued, "Someone gave it to me."
The bullet screen scolded for Shengqingtang.
[I'm convinced. Do you think you're shameless enough to take it just because someone else offered it to you?]
[Investigate this Wei Hou and his students. I reckon there are a lot of things going on.]
[By the way, where are the people who praised Wei Hou earlier? Why are you too ashamed to come out? Wei Hou is no one. Wei Hou is a shameless piece of trash.]
[Is Wei Hou as good as this girl? Have the keyboard warriors seen her writing?]
"Scram!" Shengqingtang didn't want to hear another word from Wei Hou. "Stop affecting the city's appearance."
The two staff members helped Wei Hou down.
"You guys continue." Sheng Qingtang was still angry. "I'm going to eat some melon to cool down."
The president of the Hu City Arts Association hurriedly said, "I'll take you to the rest area."
However, he had only taken a few steps when Sheng Qingtang turned back angrily. "I'm taking this piece of calligraphy. Don't even think about touching it."
Everyone: "…"
They didn't dare to touch it.
Ying Zijin yawned, then turned around and walked off the stage, returning to her seat.
She had just sat down and looked up when she saw Xiu Yu and the group of underlings moving away from her in awe.
"…"
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly. Her voice was light as she smiled. "Don't be afraid."
"I'm scared. I'm too scared." Xiu Yu wrapped her school uniform tightly around herself. "Papa YIng, you're really tough. I can't help but admire you."
She had to admit that her mental fortitude was really strong.
Moreover, she suspected that Papa YIng had set a trap for someone to fall into.
Then, Wei Hou fell into it.
"So that piece of calligraphy is also yours?" Jiang Ran turned his head. "How did it end up in Wei Hou's hands?"
Ying Zijin put on her baseball cap again and covered half of her face. Only her chin was exposed. "Who knows?"
"We have to find out." Jiang Ran sneered. "I'd like to see …"
Xiu Yu said, "Who's the one who's messing with our father?"
Jiang Ran: "…"
Our father? What the hell?
It was as if he had married into the family.
**
After a good show, the opening ceremony finally began.
Outside the school gate, Zhong Manhua had also arrived.
She got out of the car and was so angry that she was dizzy and almost hit a tree.
Fortunately, the butler was quick to react and stopped her in time. "Madam, be careful."
Zhong Manhua calmed down. "When will the opening ceremony end?"
She wouldn't go in at this time and let others know that she was Ying Zijin's mother.
"If it starts at nine o 'clock, it should end at half past ten." The butler glanced at his watch. "It's half past nine now. Madam, do you want to sit at the coffee shop next door?"
"Go ahead." Zhong Manhua nodded.
She was going to wait in the coffee shop for the opening ceremony to end and then go in to drag Ying Zijin out.
Cheating!
Zhong Manhua's expression was ugly.
She was Zhong Manhua's biological daughter, but she had done such a despicable thing.
What would the rich ladies in the celebrity circle think of her?
"Mrs. Ying."
A voice came from the front and called her.
Zhong Manhua stopped in her tracks and her first reaction was to hide.
But it was too late.
A rich lady came up to her and was very surprised. "Mrs. Ying, it's really you."
Zhong Manhua's body stiffened for a moment and she could only respond, "What a coincidence."
"Mrs. Ying probably doesn't remember me." The rich lady didn't care and was very affectionate. "I saw Mrs. Ying at the New Year's banquet."
Zhong Manhua's expression was cold.
Those that she didn't remember were all families that she didn't like.
She lost interest in talking to the rich lady and wanted to leave.
"Mrs. Ying, you're really amazing." The rich lady said at this moment, "I didn't expect your adopted daughter to be so outstanding. You taught her well."
Zhong Manhua was stunned and suspected that she had heard wrongly. "What did you say?"
She had heard such words many times.
After all, Xiao Xuan had done well for her. Anyone who knew her would praise her.
But Ying Zijin?
It was good enough that she didn't cause trouble for her. Outstanding?
"Mrs. Ying, you don't know?" The rich lady was surprised. "Isn't Miss Ying Zijin your adopted daughter? Just now, I was watching the live broadcast. She … "
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Zhong Manhua interrupted her. "I'll leave first."
After saying that, she hurried away. She didn't enter the coffee shop but got into the car.
She even closed the car door with a "don't enter" attitude.
The rich lady tried to please her, but in the end, she was lonely. Her expression didn't look too good.
"I'm just being polite and saying that you taught her. You really think that you taught her. What are you so proud of …"
The rich lady snorted and left.
**
In the lounge.
At four o 'clock in the afternoon, the winners' list would be posted on the bulletin board.
The next day, the whole school would give out the trophies and prizes.
"President Sheng, since you're here, why don't you start the award ceremony tomorrow?" The president of the Hu Cheng Arts Association was very respectful. "This time, besides many talented students, you can also see if there's anyone you like."
"No, I don't have time." Sheng Qingtang rejected without hesitation. "I want to go back to planting vegetables."
"…"
The president of the Hu Cheng Arts Association didn't know what to say. He could only say, "Okay then. About Master Wei Hou …"
"This isn't over!" Sheng Qingtang was angry again. "I won't be merciful. If you dare to do it, you have to bear the corresponding consequences."
The president of the Hu Cheng Arts Association understood.
Sheng Qingtang's attitude directly determined the attitude of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association.
Wei Hou's future was gone.
The president of the Hu Cheng Arts Association thought for a while and asked tentatively, "President Sheng, that student Ying Zijin, do you want to accept her as your disciple?"
"What?" Sheng Qingtang was shocked. "You actually think that I'm worthy of being her teacher?"
The president of the Hu Cheng Arts Association: "…"
There was no need for that.
"Hurry up and leave." Sheng Qingtang impatiently chased him away. "I'm not done with my melon yet."
The president of the Hu Cheng Arts Association quickly left.
**
On the other side.
Several masters of the art world and teachers of the art group were divided into several groups and were judging the awards for each category.
There was no need to look at the calligraphy group. Even Sheng Qingtang praised the calligraphy. If the first prize wasn't given to Ying Zijin, who else could it be?
"What a pity." An art teacher picked up a piece of calligraphy. "Zhong Zhiwan's calligraphy is also not bad. If it wasn't for Ying Zijin this time, the first prize would definitely be hers."
"How can this be compared?" Another art teacher said, "Zhong Zhiwan's calligraphy is not bad, but it's only at the beginner level. It's far from Lin Xi's, let alone Ying Zijin's."
They didn't expect that Ying Zijin could write so well at such a young age.
Even Shengqing Hall was alarmed. His talent was indeed peerless.
After a while, the head of the art group pushed the door open and came in.
He first politely greeted the masters of the art world and then asked, "Is the list of winners out?"
"It's out." The teachers hesitated for a moment. "It's just that this year's list of winners is a little special."
"What's special about it?" The head of the art group took the list and started reading from the first one.
His gaze froze.
Calligraphy, First Prize (1): Year Two, Class 19 Ying Zijin
Chinese Painting, First Prize (1): Year Two, Class 19 Ying Zijin
Printmaking, First Prize (1): Year Two, Class 19 Ying Zijin
Oil Painting, First Prize (1): Year Two, Class 19 Ying Zijin
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