Chapter 97

He really doesn't want to take a poor student to o state, or a top university like the Royal Academy of Arts in o state.

What's more, the Royal Academy of art in o state is not qualified to enter the university because it won the first prize in an ordinary art festival.

Even the top students in the art class are open to question.

Naturally, he didn't pay attention to the festival.

He doesn't have the skill. After all, he takes the international classes of the third grade in Qingzhi high school.

He Yu didn't even know about this Qingzhi Art Festival. Even shengqingtang was shocked.

The headmaster frowned slightly.

He didn't expect that he Yu had such a big opinion on Ying Zijin.

Not every student is good at learning. Why?

"I'm not thoughtful." The president sighed and took off his glasses. "Mr. He, let's talk about the interview at Norton University."

He Yu's expression eased.

The office phone rings at this time.

The headmaster picked it up, then listened to it and changed his face: "what? All right, all right, I'm going

He Xun raised his head, and some doubts appeared in his eyes.

"Excuse me, Mr. He." The headmaster got up and arranged his clothes. "A distinguished guest is coming. I need to go."

He walked a few steps, and seemed to think of something: "it's a distinguished guest from O continent. He is good at English. Let's go together."

O continent?

But Qingzhi's teacher, no matter who is in the management, is required to be proficient in English?

He Yu was stunned: "OK, I'll go to the senior two international class first."

Time is too urgent, the headmaster has no time to talk with him, nodded and left in a hurry.

He Yu also went out and came to the teaching building of senior two.

After giving the international class today's exercise, he went to the reception room that the headmaster told him.

Midway, naturally passed the 19 high school.

He Li thought of the headmaster's words, that is, subconsciously looking through the back window.

In the last row by the window, the girl was sleeping on the desk, wearing a school uniform with short sleeves and a school uniform coat.

He Yu drew back his eyes coldly.

I'm still sleeping in class, and I'm sure I'll never change.

There is no way to save such a student.

**

it was the leader of the art group who called the principal on a phone.

He wiped his sweat, pointed inside the door, and said in a low voice, "headmaster, this is Mr. Berg Blaine from the Royal College of art in o state."

Berg Blaine, an honorary teacher at the Royal College of Arts in California, usually just takes a casual job, not teaching.

It's only occasionally invited by other schools to give lectures.

He has always been invited by others. I haven't heard that he will come by himself.

Berg is good at baroque style oil painting, or romantic painter.

Baroque art is a popular art style in o Zhou from 1600 to 1750, which has a profound influence on later generations.

Baroque art involves not only oil painting, but also architecture, music and decoration.

Even if you don't know what Baroque art is, you can't be unaware of Chino von, a famous oil painter in the world at that time.

But Chino Feng's oil painting style is so obvious that no one can imitate it.

And Berg Blaine is the modern oil painter who is the closest to Chino Feng in the world.

"I know him, but --" the headmaster looked over and hesitated, "he is What are you doing? "

Indoor.

A 30-year-old foreign man was lying on the wall, his hands spread out, constantly stroking, infatuated.

"Headmaster." The head of the art group choked and said with some difficulty, "he didn't hold the wall, it was Ying Zijin's painting."

The headmaster was in a daze.

Before I had time to respond, I heard the man's excited cry.

“Bravo！ Bravo！” Berg hugged him more tightly, and he wanted to put himself in the painting. "Oh, my God, my God, what a wonderful painting it is."

"It's the hand of God. Gino von is alive."

Headmaster: --

Head of art group

Not necessarily.

The head of the art group coughed a few times. He couldn't help interrupting his narcissism: "Mr. Berg, the headmaster is here. If you have any requirements, just ask them directly."

"Oh." As if he had just found someone nearby, Berg turned around and asked, "did you draw this?"

The headmaster was still confused: "no, this is..."

"You didn't draw it. What are you doing here?" Berg was impatient. "Come on, I want to see the man who painted this picture.""Just a moment, Mr. Berg." The headmaster finally knew why he had come. He asked in English, "how did you get here?"

"What art festival do you have?" Berg was a little impatient. "Didn't I see the painting? Or who's coming here? "

He hugged the painting and looked around in disgust: "there is no delicious ice cream here."

“……”

The head of the art group wiped his sweat again and whispered, "headmaster, artists are all out of line. You can't be taken away."

"Well, I see." The headmaster said, "I don't know what you want to do with the person who painted this painting?"

"Why do you say so much?" Berg was angry. "Let me see you first."

"It's for the students. She's still in class." The headmaster pondered, "you have to wait for a while."

This time, Berg agreed happily: "OK, I'll wait."

He Lin just happened to come back at this time, a Leng: "Mr. Berg?"

"Who? No time, no time. " Berg didn't even look at He Li and waved, "where's this student's class? Take me quickly

The headmaster had to take him away.

He Yu didn't say anything from beginning to end. He frowned and turned his head: "how did Mr. Berg come here?"

"Don't you know Mr. He?" Seeing off a giant Buddha, the art group leader breathed a sigh of relief and was very proud. "He came here specially for Ying Zijin. I think he wants to accept Ying as a student."

He Yu's body was shocked suddenly, and he was stunned in the same place. He could hardly believe what he heard. His ears were buzzing, as if he was on the verge of a blow.

Who is Berger and how can he go for a student in person?

The head of the art group didn't notice that his face had changed, so he went out with his hands behind his back: "well, I have to apologize to Ying, too."

**

after the self-study class, Ying Zijin wakes up.

She yawned, took out her mobile phone and took a look at it. Then she saw the message sent to her by Sheng Qingtang.

[xiaoshenyi, Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, are you interested? If you are willing to join the association, I will ask them to give you the position of vice president. What do you think? =w=】

“……”

Yingzijin as did not see that Yan text, casually back to two words.

No. 】

after receiving the reply, Sheng Qingtang was in a hurry.

[ah!!! Why? Little miracle doctor, really, you let me say that those old things in our club are not as good as you draw. It's a waste of your talent if you don't join the club! 】

Ying Zijin didn't change her mind. She held her head and looked lazy.

Because it's going to get in the way of my old age. 】

【…… QAQ]

[this kind of expression is black again. 】

[little miracle doctor, it's not my hair, it's my bald son's hair. In this way, when you change your mind, you can come to me at any time, and my documents are ready for you, just sign. 】

Ying Zijin yawned and Feng Yan was a little confused.

"Father Ying." A little brother poked his head through the back door of the classroom, "headmaster, he's looking for you. Are you going?"

"I'm busy today. I'm not free."

"Oh." The younger brother scratched his head, "then I'll turn him down now."

He also saw a foreigner and didn't know what he was doing.

Ying Zijin opens the NOK forum and receives the C-level reward.

**

the old house of Ying family.

Zhong Manhua hasn't gone out these days for fear of meeting someone to hold her and tell her about Qingzhi Art Festival.

In order to prevent the occurrence of embarrassing things, she cut off the network and phone contact.

Anyway, she doesn't want to control Ying Zijin any more. After a long time, everyone will forget about stealing works.

Zhong Manhua picks up the phone and is ready to call Ying Zhenting.

The doorbell rang and the housekeeper went to open the door.

The one who came back was Ying Luwei.

Mrs. Ying is still living in the hospital these days. Because of the microblog incident, Ying Luwei has been avoiding appearing, so she goes to the hospital every day to deliver Zhong Manhua's Stewed medicinal food.

"It's Luwei." Zhong Manhua put down the phone, "the medicated meal is ready. It's warming in the kitchen. I'll ask the servant to bring it to you."

"Please, sister-in-law." Ying Lu Wei pulled her hair and said, "by the way, sister-in-law, I went to Qingzhi today. It's said that the teacher of O Zhou Royal Academy of art is looking for Xiao Jin."

Zhong man Hua's hand a meal, slightly surprised: "O state Royal Academy of art?"

The Royal College of art in o state is not in the top ten in the world because it only studies art, but it is also the dream university of many students.

"I've heard of this Mr. Berg. He's a master of oil painting. He can't be invited." Ying Luwei is puzzled, "sister-in-law, Xiao Jin, she doesn't want to learn calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, let alone oil painting. How can Mr. Berg find her?"Zhong Manhua's face changed instantly, and his chest heaved heavily.

What else.

It must be cheating again.