Chapter 573: 573 Jiang Mu is from Yangmei, don't you know?

Chapter 573 573 Jiang Mu belongs to Yangmei, don’t you know?

"It's impossible! Such a heart-chorning work cannot be drawn by your students who have not yet left the campus and have no social experience!"

The president is firm.

“Sometimes, talent is more important than social experience! There are many people with experience in society, but how many can really be called painters?"

Yuan Changjiang didn’t care. He had always insisted on the theory of innateness. He believed that talented students had a greater chance of success than students without talent.

Now it is Fang Desheng who is more calm and persuaded, “I said that there is no need for the two to argue about this. Now that the results of the prizes have already come out, can’t you just look at the list? Is it necessary to argue for this?”

"I said Lao Fang, this prize is definitely not a student of your school, but you are relaxed and willing to be a peacemaker."

Yuan Changjiang gave him an angry look.

Fang Desheng pursed his lips, gasped from his nostrils, but didn't say a word. Even if he wanted the students to fight, he would only go for the second and third prizes. As for the first prize, it was really only dreaming. Only then can I imagine it.

Just now, he was just stubborn and competed with Yuan Changjiang. To really say that he won the first prize, he really has no confidence at all.

Furthermore, he also admired the painting "Flame" very much at the time. He knew all the talented students in the school, and he had seen, commented on, and pointed out all of their works.

They are indeed very talented children, but it is almost impossible to win this prize in the talented oil painting competition.

Fang Desheng glared back, "Old man Yuan! Don't be proud, I admit that the students of our school are not yet ready to get the first prize, so can the students of your school be fine?"

"That's natural! My students are different from the students in your school! The students in our school are all carefully taught by me. If your school is not good, it does not mean that our school is not good! I tell you, this time the first prize It is our school. The title of the National Academy of Fine Arts is naturally also our school."

Yuan Changjiang is very proud.

"Huh, you old guy, do you look at other painters in the society too much?" The president snorted softly, then looked at the list of awards, with a smile on his face, "Jiang Mu, this look is a spirituality. My child! To be able to paint a deep and emotional painting like "Flame" is definitely a painful experience."

Director Yuan frowned and won the award list. His brows were tightly furrowed together, and he murmured to himself, "How is it possible? When did China have such a powerful painter?"

"Never heard of this person, the president, you are well informed and know many talented painters in society. Have you heard of this person?"

President    was happy, "I don’t know, I’ve never heard of it, but it doesn’t matter. After today, it is estimated that many people will know her."

He looked at Yuan Changjiang, "What's the matter? I'm quite accurate, right? It's definitely not a student who can draw works that touch the soul like "Flame". Now you should believe it?"

Yuan Changjiang bit his lower lip hard and took a deep breath. Although he didn't want to see such a situation, but it had already happened, it was not because he didn't believe it.

Fang Desheng was also very happy. During the years as a professor, he was beaten by the opponent every time in terms of educating students. As long as he hit Yuan Changjiang, he never won.

As long as there is Yuan Changjiang, he must be the second child, but if he takes the first place, it must be because Yuan Changjiang is not there.

Now, the first prize of the oil painting competition has been won by an unknown painter in the society, and he is naturally happy.

Being overwhelmed by the painters in society is better than being overwhelmed by Yuan Changjiang. It was when Zhemei really changed its name and became the National Academy of Fine Arts. Then where will the face of Yangmei be put?

"I said Lao Yuan, you don’t use this expression either. Look at it. The man has fumbled and the horse has stumbled. Your school may not get the first place every time. You must always give others some opportunities. After you go back, you will urge The students of your school, practice hard, study hard and make progress on weekdays."

Fang Desheng smiled and persuaded him to vent all the anger that had been ridiculed by the other party in the past.

Yuan Changjiang snorted coldly, and his unhappy expression became more and more low. "You are right. My students just made a mistake in this game. The first time I encountered such a thing, I really did not accept it. Compared with your experience, I am still a bit shallow."

"I really envy you. Having a group of students like this can allow you to accumulate such a wealth of experience, so that you can accept the results so quickly every time you learn."

This kind of yin and yang is weird, at first glance it is the old yin and yang.

Fang Desheng blushed with anger, and snorted coldly, “You don’t need to envy it, just treat it as just the beginning, and you will get used to it slowly in the next time.”

"That doesn’t matter. It’s not very good to get the first place every time. Just like you said, we always have to give others some opportunities. Anyway, we have taken the first place too many times, just with you. There are as many as the second one, and I also feel a little tired of it. It’s good to try other ones."

Yuan Changjiang's face reappeared with a smile, "In contrast, you really have to work hard. If I remember correctly, when our school is there, you haven't won the first place, right?"

Fang Desheng grinds his teeth, too angry, but unable to refute.

Yuan Changjiang glanced at him and sneered, “So, you should focus more on your students, don’t stare at me, just like you can win by staring at me.”

The staff was dumbfounded, “It’s not three, have you misunderstood something? This Jiang Mu is not a member of the public, he is a student, he is only 19 years old this year.”

"Students?" The three said in unison, looking at the staff in surprise.

The worker nodded, "Yes, maybe she was too rushed to sign up and forgot to add the name of the school. We only found out when we checked."

"Your school?" Fang Desheng and Yuan Changjiang turned their heads at the same time, looked at each other, and asked questions with the same puzzled expressions.

There is no need to answer, the two already have an answer, neither is it.

"Which school does this Jiang Mu belong to? Is there any school in China that can compare with Yangmei and Zhemei?" Yuan Changjiang asked Fang Desheng's doubts.

The staff was also a little confused, "No, Professor Fang, the information shows that Jiang Mu is a student of Yangmei, don’t you know?"

Happy New Year's Day~

New Year and New Year~

I wish you all the best!

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