Chapter 271

And the people around him, some from foreign countries, some are Chinese.

But!

Most of them are not young. I think this group of people are discussing academic issues.

"Everyone, be quiet. Let's have a talk with Mr. Michaelis from afar."

A middle-aged man behind Mikhail suddenly came forward and spoke out.

This man is known by many students present. He is the professor who invited Mikhail from the Academy of fine arts of Kyoto University.

It's Fang Ze!

At this moment, he stood in front of micairo with a proud expression on his face.

It seems that he is the main character of the meeting.

A lot of Niubi!

Seeing this scene, Chu Feng couldn't help sighing.

This is another pretender!

I don't know. I thought he was Mikhail.

After Fang Ze's words fall, the field is also temporarily quiet down.

Everyone is waiting for this speech.

Although most of the people present did not know how to appreciate oil paintings, they knew that Mikhail was a celebrity.

Celebrity effect!

Even if they don't know exactly who Mikhail is, it doesn't hinder their enthusiasm.

Take a picture, send a circle of friends can also prove that they have seen this big man, show off a wave!

Sixty or seventy percent of the people on the field have this idea.

For example, Tang Li, who is beside Chu Feng, has already taken a picture and is uploading it to his circle of friends.

Seeing how much people respect themselves, Mikhail laughs.

My heart whispered:

I didn't expect that these Chinese students were so enthusiastic about me. It seems that I am famous!

All of a sudden, his vanity swelled.

A faint smile appeared on Mikhail's face and he stepped forward.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Miguel from idari. I'm a painter. I think everyone should have heard my name."

Mikhail said in Chinese with an accent.

Hearing this, the students on the scene clapped one after another.

Seeing this, the smile on Mikhail's face became more and more proud.

Just as he was about to go on, there was a sudden sound on the court.

Pop!

All the people present were shocked by the sudden sound.

The next moment, everyone looked along the line of sight.

I saw that a painting on the exhibition of Mikhail fell to the ground, with its face down, rubbing for one meter before it stopped.

And the paintings in it are probably cold.

"My teacher's painting is rubbing on the ground."

A moment later, the people present could not help but exclaim.

At this time, Mikhail finally responded and ran forward.

Turn over the oil painting.

I found his paintings full of scratches.

It's terrible!

"No!"

Michelle cried out in grief, just like her dead parents.

Some people present were shocked by his sudden cry.

"Who did it, and who did it?"

The next moment, Mikhail said angrily.

Everyone is scared!

At this time, a Western man echoed.

"Teacher, I know who did it."

Chu Feng met the man who was speaking just now.

It's the one who claims to be the only disciple of Mikhail, mosik.

Hearing what mosik said, Mikhail turned and looked over.

"Come on, who made my precious painting like this?"

Smell speech, Mo Xi gram is frowning, stretch out a hand to point to a direction past.

But he is referring to Churou!

The crowd followed moxick's fingers and looked over.

All of a sudden, Churou, who was standing next to Mikhail, was at a loss.

After seeing Churou identified by moxik, micaeluodun asked angrily.

"Are you the one who made my precious painting like this?"

At the moment, Chu Rou explained with a nervous look.

"I didn't do it. He's talking nonsense."

Hearing what Churou said, Mikhail looked at mosik questioningly.

Namosik seems to have expected this.

"Teacher, you can't believe his lies. I saw her drop your painting on the ground."

Smell speech, rice Cairo once again put the line of sight on Chu Rou's body, the expression of anger appeared on the face.

"You must give me an account!"At this time, Churou and the two girls around her become flustered.

I don't know what to do!

Just then, a sudden voice came out.

"Let's not say that my sister didn't get rid of this painting at all. What I want to ask is, what do you want my sister to tell you about such a spicy chicken painting?"

Chu Feng walked up to Mikhail with a calm smile on his face.

After seeing Chu Feng come over, three female also seem to find the heart bone general, immediately at ease a lot.

Chu Feng's appearance, the field began to stir up.

"Isn't this chufeng, which is in the ascendant of Kyoto University?"

"Did you admit it?"

"fart, now the micro-blog official account of the school, micro-blog, hang his picture. Do you think I can read it wrong?"

"It is said that he is a man with n titles of genius in the school, and he dares to fight the president of the students. The latest news also says that he is an invisible rich second generation, and he drove hundreds of millions of sports cars to the school yesterday."

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there was a lot of discussion and a look of admiration and admiration on their faces.

But!

Some people can't bear to see Chu Feng in such a big limelight and can't help saying.

"Mr. Mikhail, I care about Dali, but I'm known as a Cambodian painter. He's very good at painting. He says that people's painting is spicy chicken. It's too brainless."

"Yes! I think his hide has been blown through. Let's wait for a slap in the face

At this moment, Mikhail is looking at chufeng.

A look of anger!

"You said my painting spicy chicken?"

You know, he's very concerned about Dali recently, but he's in the limelight. Many people call him the contemporary darfench.

Although he often said in front of people that he was far worse than DaVinci, he was modest.

In fact, in his heart, he has long regarded darfenqi as an equal being.

Even if he can't draw such a powerful painting as "Mona Lisa" by DaVinci, he just thinks that his ideological level is not enough, and he can draw it when the time comes.

Now, his paintings are actually called spicy chicken paintings. How can he bear it.

At this time, that moxic also couldn't help crying.

"If you dare to insult the teacher's painting, I don't know what you mean."

"Do you know the teacher cares about Dali's position in the art world?"

"And this painting that fell to the ground is my teacher's famous work."

"There was a rich businessman who wanted to spend 10 million dollars on my teacher's painting, but my teacher refused."

"Today your sister did not ban and destroy the painting, and you insulted my teacher. Today you must give us an account."