He really didn't want to bring a bad student to a top university like the Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O.
Moreover, the Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O didn't grant admission just because she won the first prize in an art festival.
Even the top students in the art class were debatable.
He Xun naturally didn't pay attention to the art festival.
He didn't have the time either. After all, he was in charge of the three international classes in Qing Zhi High School.
He Xun also didn't know that the Qing Zhi Art Festival this time even shocked Shengqing Hall.
The principal frowned slightly.
He didn't expect He Xun to have such a strong opinion of Ying Zijin.
Not every student was good at studying, so why bother?
"I didn't think it through." The principal sighed and took off his glasses. "Mr. He, let's discuss the interview at Norton University."
He Xun's expression softened.
At this moment, the office phone rang.
The principal picked it up and his expression changed when he heard a sentence. "What? Okay, okay, okay, I'll go now. "
He Xun looked up with some confusion in his eyes.
"Mr. He, please excuse me." The principal got up and tidied his clothes. "I have an important guest. I need to go."
He took a few steps and seemed to remember something. "An important guest from Continent O. Mr. He is good at English. Let's go together."
Continent O?
But all the teachers in Qing Zhi High School were required to be proficient in English. Why was he invited?
He Xun was stunned. "Okay, I'll go to the international class first."
The principal didn't have time to talk to him. He nodded and left in a hurry.
He Xun followed him out and went to the teaching building of the second year.
After giving the international class the topics to practice today, he went to the meeting room that the principal told him about.
On the way, he passed by Class 19 of the second year.
He Xun remembered the principal's words and subconsciously looked through the back window.
In the last row by the window, a girl in a short-sleeved school uniform with a school jacket was sleeping on the table.
He Xun looked away coldly.
She was still sleeping in class. She really didn't change.
There was no hope for such a student.
**
The person who called the principal was the leader of the art group.
He wiped his sweat and pointed inside the door. He lowered his voice and said, "Principal, this is Mr. Berg Bryan from the Royal Academy of Art in Continent O."
Berg Bryan was an honorary teacher of the Royal Academy of Art in Continent O. He didn't teach at all.
Occasionally, he would be invited by other schools to give lectures.
He had always been invited by others. He had never heard of him coming over on his own.
Berg was an expert in Baroque style oil painting painting Baroque.
Baroque art was an art style that was popular in Continent O between 1600 and 1750. It had a deep influence on later generations.
Baroque art not only involved the field of oil painting, but also included architecture, music, and decoration.
Even if they didn't know what Baroque art was, they would have heard of Chino Feng, who was a world-famous oil painter.
However, Chino Feng's oil painting style was too obvious. It was so unique that no one could imitate it.
Berg Bryan was recognized as the modern oil painter who was the closest to Chino Feng in the world.
"I know him, but —" The principal looked over and hesitated. "What … is he doing?"
Inside the room.
A foreign man in his thirties was lying on the wall with his hands spread out. He kept touching the wall as if he was drunk.
"Principal." The leader of the art group choked and said with difficulty, "He's not hugging the wall. He's hugging Ying Zijin's oil painting."
The principal was stunned.
Before he could react, he heard the man shouting excitedly.
“Bravo！ Bravo！” Berg hugged the painting even tighter. He wanted to squeeze himself into the painting. "Oh, my god. What kind of painting is this?"
"This is the hand of God. Chino Feng is alive."
The principal: "…"
The leader of the art group: "…"
That wasn't necessary.
The leader of the art group coughed a few times. He couldn't help but interrupt Berg Bryan's narcissism. "Mr. Berg, the principal is here. You can ask for anything."
"Oh." Berg seemed to have just realized that there was someone beside him. He turned around and asked directly, "Did you paint this?"
The principal was still a little confused. "No, this is …"
"If you didn't paint it, why are you here?" Berg was impatient. "Hurry, I want to see the person who painted this."
"Mr. Berg, please wait a moment." The principal finally knew why he was here. He asked in English, "How did you find this place?"
"Don't you have an art festival?" Berg was a little impatient. "Didn't I see the painting? Otherwise, why would I come here? "
He hugged the painting tightly again and looked around in disdain. "There's no delicious ice cream here."
"…"
The leader of the art group wiped his sweat again and said in a low voice, "Principal, artists are quite unconventional. You can't be led astray."
"I see. I understand." The principal came back to his senses. "Why do you want to see the person who painted this painting?"
"Why are you so talkative?" Berg was very angry. "Let me see her first."
"The painter is a student. She's still in class." The principal hesitated for a moment. "You have to wait for a while."
This time, Berg agreed very quickly. "Okay, I'll wait."
He Xun happened to come back at this moment. He was stunned. "Mr. Berg?"
"Who is it? I'm not free. "Berg did not even look at He Xun. He waved his hand." Where is this student's class? Take me there. "
The principal had no choice but to take him away.
He Xun did not even speak from beginning to end. He frowned and turned his head. "Why is Mr. Berg here?"
"Mr. He doesn't know?" The leader of the art group heaved a sigh of relief after sending away a big shot. She was quite proud. "He came here specifically for Ying Zijin. I think he wants to take Mr. Ying as his student."
He Xun's body shook violently. He was stunned and could not believe what he had just heard.
Who was Berg? How could he come here personally for a student?
But …
He Xun pursed his lips and looked terrible.
The leader of the art group did not notice the change in He Xun's expression. She walked out with her hands behind her back. "Sigh, I have to apologize to Mr. Ying too."
**
When the self-study class was over, Ying Zijin also woke up.
She yawned and took out her phone to look at the time. She saw a text message from Sheng Qingtang.
[Little miracle doctor, are you interested in joining the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association? If you're willing to join, I'll ask them to give you the position of vice president. What do you think? = w =]
"…"
Ying Zijin pretended not to see the emoji and casually replied with two words.
[I'm not going.]
After Sheng Qingtang received her reply, he panicked.
[Ah!!! Why? Little miracle doctor, seriously, those old guys in our association can't even draw as well as you. It's a waste of your talent if you don't join the association!]
Ying Zijin did not change her mind. She propped her head with her hand and looked lazy.
[Because it will interfere with my retirement.]
[… QAQ]
[I'll blacklist you if you send this emoji again.]
[Little miracle doctor, it's not me. It's my bald son. How about this? If you change your mind, feel free to look for me. I've already prepared the documents for you. You just have to sign them.]
Ying Zijin yawned and her almond-shaped eyes were a little dazed.
"Papa YIng." One of his underlings poked his head out from the back door of the classroom. "The principal is looking for you. Are you going?"
"I'm busy today. I'm not free."
"Oh." The underling scratched his head. "Then I'll reject him now."
He also saw a foreigner, but he did not know what he was doing.
Ying Zijin nodded and opened the NOK forum to accept the C-level reward.
**
At the Family Ying Mansion.
Zhong Manhua did not go out for the past few days. She was afraid that someone would stop her and talk to her about the Qing Zhi Art Festival.
In order to prevent embarrassing things from happening, she had cut off all contact with the Internet and phone.
Anyway, she did not want to care about Ying Zijin anymore. After some time, everyone would forget about the plagiarism.
Zhong Manhua picked up the phone and was about to call Ying Zhenting.
The doorbell rang and the butler quickly went to open the door.
It was Ying Luwei who came back.
Old Lady Ying was still in the hospital these days. Ying Luwei had been avoiding showing up because of the Weibo incident, so she went to the hospital every day from the mansion to deliver the medicinal cuisine that Zhong Manhua had prepared.
"Oh, it's Luwei." Zhong Manhua put down the phone. "The medicinal cuisine is ready. It's in the kitchen. I'll ask the servant to bring it over."
"Sorry to trouble you, sister-in-law." Ying Luwei tucked her hair behind her ear and suddenly said, "By the way, sister-in-law, I went to Qing Zhi today. I heard that a teacher from the Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O was looking for Xiao Jin."
Zhong Manhua's hand paused and she was slightly shocked. "The Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O?"
The Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O specialized in art, so it was not in the top ten in the world. However, it was still a university that many students dreamed of going to.
"I've also heard of this Mr. Berg. He's a master of oil painting. The kind that you can't even invite." Ying Luwei was confused. "Sister-In-Law, Xiao Jin is not willing to learn calligraphy or Chinese painting, let alone oil painting. Why would Mr. Berg look for her?"
Zhong Manhua's expression changed instantly. She was so angry that her chest heaved up and down heavily.
What else could it be?
She must have cheated again.
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