Sketch …
The leader of the art team looked at it and fell into silence. He was so shocked that he did not know how to speak.
"That's right. Ying Zijin won first place in all the competitions." One of the teachers in charge of the selection coughed. "So it's quite special."
In the past, there had been quite a number of good seedlings, but at most, they had only won the prizes of three competitions.
It was already rare to have a first prize.
It was almost impossible to win first place in all competitions.
After all, there were specializations in the field. No one was omnipotent.
But this time, there was a student who won first place in all competitions.
Was she still human?
The teachers in charge of the selection and the masters of the art world looked at each other. There was nothing to say.
Giving him the first prize was still too low.
The leader of the art team was still silent. After a while, he said in a daze, "Ah, I'll post it on the noticeboard later."
**
Once the opening ceremony ended, most of the students had nothing to do with the art festival.
Many students carried their school bags and cheered as they left the school.
Before they left, they did not forget to show off in front of the Year Three building.
The Year Three students were so angry that they wanted to put down their pens. But they had no choice. The college entrance examination was around the corner. They could only continue with their papers.
Wen Tinglan was not in the class.
He was Qing Zhi's special admissions student and had a lot of privileges.
Qing Zhi had specially made a trip to Qingshui County to let him enter the elite class because of him.
As long as Wen Tinglan could take the college entrance examination, nothing else mattered.
So even if it was the mid-term and final exams, Wen Tinglan could choose not to take them.
There were students in the elite class who complained about this.
But Wen Tinglan could even score full marks in the elite class, which was recognized as the most difficult exam on the internet.
They were straight-A students, Wen Tinglan was a pervert.
They could only choose to keep quiet.
So when the other students were doing the questions, Wen Tinglan was resting in the student corridor with Old Mr. Zhong.
Old Mr. Zhong arrived at the school at 8: 30 pm. But before he could watch the opening ceremony, Ying Zijin asked Wen Tinglan to take him away.
Although Wen Tinglan did not know why his sister would do that, he did not know why.
Old Mr. Zhong moved a rocking chair and lay down comfortably under the shade of a tree. "Xiao Lan, you won a lot of red packets from Grandpa the other day. Don't you have to promise Grandpa something?"
Wen Tinglan looked at him quietly.
Old Mr. Zhong took out his phone and opened Weibo. "Come, let's share a fan with Grandpa."
"…"
Wen Tinglan said expressionlessly, "I don't use Weibo."
"Eh?" Old Mr. Zhong mumbled, "Young people like you don't use Weibo. You're even more backward than me."
He had one less fan.
He was unhappy.
Wen Tinglan lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.
He wanted to, but he was afraid of coming into contact with the outside world.
"Xiao Lan, tell Grandpa, did anything interesting happen to Zijin when she was young?" Old Mr. Zhong smiled. "Did she roll out of bed when she was sleeping?"
He didn't get an answer. What he got was the look of the young man looking at the silly old man.
"…"
Old Mr. Zhong was a little frustrated. He took out his phone and started to surf the Internet.
The happiest thing for him every day was to eat fresh melons with the young netizens.
"Wow, what did Wei Hou do?" Old Mr. Zhong adjusted his reading glasses. "He actually got the Hua Hua Hua Artists Association to make a statement."
Wen Tinglan looked up and looked over.
[Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association: After a report, our director Wei Hou of regular calligraphy has engaged in unfair competition and falsely claimed a student's work. The situation is extremely bad. He will be expelled from the association and banned forever. If this happens again in the future, we will not tolerate it!]
There was an announcement with the seal of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association.
There was also the signature of the president and vice president.
The Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association was the main association. The Hu City Arts Association was just a local association.
Even the president of the Hu City Arts Association couldn't compare to a member of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association.
Those who could enter the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association were all famous calligraphers. They also represented the pinnacle of Chinese calligraphy.
Geniuses like Lin Xi didn't even qualify for the assessment now.
The older generation of calligraphers kept a low profile. Since the establishment of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association, they had only posted ten Weibo posts. Nine of them were reposts.
The first original Weibo post was an automatic greeting on Weibo.
The second post was an announcement of Wei Hou's punishment.
It was close to noon. There were fewer people checking Weibo, but it was still very popular.
Other than calligraphy enthusiasts, passers-by also clicked on it.
Because of the many marketing campaigns, Wei Hou's name was even more famous than Shengqingtang.
[F * ck, Wei Hou was expelled from the Hua Calligraphy Artists Association? How big of a crime did he commit? I remember that he's an honorary calligrapher.]
[You don't know, right? Wei Hou shamelessly said that the high school student's work was his. He slandered the student for cheating and stealing his work to participate in the competition.]
【？？？ No, is Wei Hou's brain flooded with water? He's a calligrapher, how could he do such a thing? He has fame and status. What's he after?]
[Isn't that right? In the end, Shengqing Hall came and exposed Wei Hou.]
[Do you know what's the funniest thing? Didn't Wei Hou falsely claim the student's work? The student didn't care about it and wrote an even better piece in front of everyone. I'm here. Let me show you the video.]
Old Mr. Zhong opened the video and frowned. "This Wei Hou falsely claimed Zijin's work?"
He stood up angrily. "What a shameless old thing. He even dares to bully a child. I'm going to beat him up."
Wen Tinglan's expression froze.
He finally knew why his sister asked him to bring Old Mr. Zhong here.
If Old Mr. Zhong was present, he would definitely roll up his sleeves and kick him.
"Xiao Lan, come with Grandpa." Old Mr. Zhong was furious. "Grandpa will take you to avenge your sister."
**
Wei Hou naturally saw Weibo.
However, it was already afternoon when he saw it.
Just a few minutes ago, another director of the Hua Calligraphy Artists Association had personally come to bring the punishment notice and confiscated his certificate.
Wei Hou's face was pale. He didn't expect things to develop like this.
It wasn't like he hadn't done this before.
The qualification test for him to enter the Hua Calligraphy Artists Association wasn't based on his work, but on another examinee's.
However, that examinee wasn't as famous as him. He didn't have any evidence, and he didn't have any backing.
He could only watch helplessly as his work was taken away. He had no way to plead.
After that, Wei Hou even took the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association's honorary certificate to show off at the examinee's house.
What could he do to him?
However, Shengqingtang had asked the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association to thoroughly investigate him and found out about this incident.
Not only was he expelled, but his reputation was also completely ruined.
His reputation was completely ruined.
What Wei Hou cared about the most was reputation and money. Now, he was about to lose both.
It was all because of Lin Xi's junior.
Wei Hou's eyes turned cold. He picked up his phone and asked Lin Xi for Zhong Zhiwan's number.
He dialed her number and said in a cold voice, "Zhong Zhiwan, you dared to set me up. Let me tell you, if I'm having a hard time, don't think about having a hard time either.
"You gave me this piece of calligraphy. You stole it. You can't run away!"
Zhong Zhiwan was standing in front of the billboard when she received the call.
She frowned. She first glanced at the other students before walking to the small forest nearby.
"Master Wei Hou, I don't know what nonsense you're talking about." Zhong Zhiwan smiled. "You were the one who was greedy and wanted to take credit for my cousin's work. Why are you blaming me?
"My senior brother clearly asked you if this was your handwriting, but you took it away directly. Could it be that I did this as well?"
Wei Hou was furious. "You were the one who asked me to stamp that piece of calligraphy."
Zhong Zhiwan was very calm. She said indifferently, "I asked you to do it, and you did it? Master Wei Hou, are you ready to offend the Zhong family by slandering me like this? "
Wei Hou's expression changed drastically.
Of course, he knew about the Zhong family.
They were one of the four wealthiest families in Hu City and had a high status.
If it was in the past, he would not be afraid of the Zhong family. The Zhong family even respected him.
However, he had been expelled by the Hua Calligraphy Artists Association. There was also the matter of him falsely claiming a piece of calligraphy. He was already hated by everyone.
"Master Wei Hou, don't forget that the calligraphy you claimed was my cousin's." Zhong Zhiwan smiled gently. "My grandfather dotes on my cousin. Do you think he will listen to your explanation when he sees you?"
"Does he believe me or you?"
Wei Hou was so angry that he threw his phone.
Zhong Zhiwan's expression did not change. She blocked Wei Hou's number and was about to leave the school.
However, at this moment, the crowd in front of the bulletin board suddenly stirred.
"F * ck, what kind of pervert is Ying Zijin? She got all the first prizes?"
"Let's not talk about calligraphy. We saw it with our own eyes. But why did she beat Goddess Zhong in Chinese Arts?"
"The selection is fair. That means Zhong Zhiwan is not as good as Ying Zijin. What else could it be?"
"I'm a little disappointed. Isn't Goddess Zhong the eldest daughter of the Zhong family? Why is she not as good as a country bumpkin in calligraphy? Her title as a goddess is a little unrealistic. "
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Fang was Zhong Zhiwan's loyal admirer. He angrily retorted, "Painting is just for entertainment. Look at Ying Zijin's total score. Is it as high as Zhiwan's?"
"If you compare her to Zhiwan, you're lowering Zhiwan's level."
Lu Fang sneered again. "If Ying Zijin's total score for next month's final exam exceeds 400, I'll livestream myself eating feces."
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