Chapter 91

Damn, I'm stupid, so she wrote the word, too? 】

[does she still say this picture is rubbish? I can't understand. 】

[in front, you don't understand. I learned painting in the Academy of fine arts. Every time I look back at my previous paintings, I feel rubbish. 】

[me, too. I can't bear to look directly at it. I still wonder how I can draw such an ugly picture. 】

[absolutely, I love this classmate. Didn't you say that I didn't write this word? Then I will say that you think good words are rubbish, and then write a picture on the spot to hit your face, does it hurt? 】

[pain, Lin Xi's face is blue. 】

Lin Xi became famous when he was young and was proud.

He started early, and his teacher was also a calligrapher of Sheng Qingtang's generation.

Or "I didn't steal it!" Wei Hou blushed and argued, "it's someone else's

Barrage scolded Sheng Qingtang for his words.

[if you're convinced, you'll take it if others give it to you, and you'll look big? 】

[check Wei Hou and his students. It's estimated that there are a lot of things. 】

[by the way, what about the previous ones? How come you have no face? Wei Hou is not who, Wei Hou is a shameless rubbish. 】

[is Wei Hou as good as this girl in high school? Did keyman read the words written by others? 】

"go away!" Sheng Qingtang did not want to hear Wei Hou say one more word, "less influence on the appearance of the city here."

Two staff members helped Wei Hou down again.

"You go on." Sheng Qingtang is still angry, "I'll go to eat a melon to eliminate the fire."

"I'll take you to the rest place," said the president of Shanghai Art Association

As a result, after just a few steps, Sheng Qingtang angrily turned back: "I've taken this word, you don't want to touch it."

All of you: --

They dare not touch it.

Ying Zijin yawned, turned to step down and went back to his seat.

Just as she sat down, she looked up and saw Xiuyu and a group of younger brothers walking away in awe.

“……”

Ying Zijin's eyebrows are slightly raised, his voice is shallow, and he smiles: "don't be afraid."

"I'm afraid. I'm so afraid." Xiuyu wrapped his school uniform tightly, "Ying dad, you are so tough, I have to admire you."

I have to say that this psychological quality is really strong.

Moreover, she suspected that their father Ying had set a trap, waiting for someone to drill inside.

Then Wei Hou went in.

"So it's yours, too?" Jiang ran turned his head and said, "how could he have been in Wei Hou's hands?"

Ying Zijin put on the baseball cap again, covered half a face, only showed a chin: "who knows."

"We have to find out." Jiang ran sneered, "I'd like to have a look --"

Xiuyu said: "who broke the ground on our father?"

Jiang ran

God is special, our father.

It's like he's in the middle of something.

**

after a good play, the opening ceremony began.

Outside the school gate, Zhong Manhua also came.

She got out of the car and was so angry that she almost ran into a tree.

Or housekeeper's quick eyes and quick hands, timely blocked: "madam, be careful."

Zhong Manhua calmed down: "when will the opening ceremony end?"

She won't go in at this time, let others know that she is Ying Zijin's mother.

"If it starts at nine, it should end at half past ten." The housekeeper looked at his watch. "It's 9:30, ma'am. Would you like to sit down in the coffee shop next to me?"

"Go ahead." Zhong Manhua nodded.

She is going to wait for the opening ceremony to finish in the coffee shop, and then go in to find out Ying Zijin.

Cheating!

Zhong Manhua looks ugly.

Her own daughter, Zhong Manhua, has done such a dirty thing.

What do the ladies in the celebrity circle think of her?

"Mrs. Ying."

There's a voice from the front calling her.

Zhong Manhua's first reaction is to hide.

But it's too late.

A lady came up and was very surprised: "Mrs. Ying, it's really you."

Zhong Manhua body stiff for a moment, had to respond: "good coincidence."

"Mrs. Ying should not remember me." The lady didn't care. She was very intimate. "I met Mrs. Ying at the new year's party."

Zhong Manhua looks cold.

What she doesn't remember is the family she doesn't like.

She lost interest in communicating with the lady and wanted to leave.

"Mrs. Ying, you are really good." But the lady said at this time, "I didn't expect that your adopted daughter is so excellent. You taught her well."

Zhong Manhua was stunned and doubted that he had heard wrong: "what did you say?"She's heard a lot of that.

After all, Xiaoxuan won her praise as long as she knew her.

Can you win Zijin?

It's a good thing not to make trouble for her. Is she still outstanding?

"Don't you know, Mrs. Ying?" The lady was surprised. "Isn't miss Ying Zijin your adopted daughter? Just now, I watched the live broadcast. She... "

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Zhong Manhua interrupted her, "go first."

With that, she left in a hurry. Instead of entering the cafe, she got on the bus.

Also closed the door, a pair of strangers do not enter the attitude.

The lady was gallant, but she was lonely, and her face was not very good-looking.

"Politely, you taught it. You really think you taught it. What are you proud of..."

The lady snorted and left.

**

in the rest room.

At 4 p.m., the list of winners will be posted on the bulletin board.

The next day, the whole school will present trophies and prizes.

"Long event, since you are here, why don't you start the award ceremony tomorrow?" The president of Hucheng Art Association is very respectful, "in addition to many gifted students, you can also see if you like them."

"No, there's no time." Without thinking about it, Sheng Qingtang refused, "I'm going back to grow vegetables."

“……”

The president of Hucheng Art Association didn't know what to say. He could only say, "well, look at master Wei hou..."

"It's not over!" Sheng Qingtang's anger rose again, "I will not be merciful. If I dare to do it, I have to dare to bear the corresponding consequences."

The president of Shanghai Art Association understood.

Sheng Qingtang's attitude directly determines the attitude of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

Wei Hou's future is gone.

The president of Hucheng Art Association thought for a moment, and said tentatively, "Mr. Sheng Hui, that classmate Ying Zijin, do you want to accept her as an apprentice?"

"What?" Sheng Qingtang was shocked. "Do you think I deserve to be her teacher?"

President of Shanghai Art Association

Not necessarily.

"Let's go, let's go." Sheng Qingtang impatiently drove people, "I haven't finished this melon yet."

The chairman of the Shanghai Art Association is rolling away.

**

the other side.

Several art masters and teachers of art groups are divided into several groups, and are selecting various categories of awards.

There's no need to read a group of calligraphy. Even Sheng Qingtang praised the words. If you don't give the first prize to Ying Zijin, who can you give it to?

"It's a pity." An art teacher picked up one of the words, "Zhong Zhiwan wrote well. If she didn't win Zijin this time, the first prize must be hers."

"How can that be compared to?" Another art teacher said, "Zhong Zhiwan is really good, but it's just an entry-level. It's far from Lin Xi, let alone Ying Zijin."

Unexpectedly, Ying Zijin is young, but can write a good hand.

Even Sheng Qingtang was shocked. It's really very talented.

After a while, the head of the art group pushed the door in.

He first politely asked several artists, "is the list of winners out?"

"It's coming out." Several teachers hesitated, "this year's award list is a little special."

"What's so special?" The head of the art group took it over and looked at it from the first one.

My eyes suddenly solidified.

Calligraphy, first prize (1 place): Chinese painting, first prize (1 place): printing, first prize (1 place): oil painting, first prize (1 place): Ying Zijin, senior 19