[Fuck, I'm stunned. So this calligraphy was also written by her? 】

[Then she also said that this calligraphy is rubbish? I can't understand it. 】

[I guess you don’t understand what I said before. I studied painting at the Academy of Fine Arts. Every time I look back at the paintings I drew before, I think they are rubbish. 】

[Me too, me too. I just can't bear to look at it. I'm wondering how I could draw such an ugly picture. 】

[This is absolutely amazing! I love this classmate. Didn’t you say that these words were not written by me? Then I will tell you that you think good calligraphy is rubbish, and then I will write one on the spot and slap you in the face. Does it hurt? 】

[It hurts, it hurts. Lin Xi’s face turned blue.] 】

Lin Xi became famous at a young age and has a proud character.

He started learning at an early age, and his teacher was a great calligrapher of the same generation as Sheng Qingtang.

It was the first time that Sheng Qing scolded me like this, and many people said the same thing to me.

Just because of this "cheating".

Lin Xi is not a fool, so he naturally thought of something.

With a quick glance, he saw Zhong Zhiwan sitting in the audience.

His eyes were extremely cold.

Zhong Zhiwan hurriedly avoided Lin Xi's sight, his face turned even paler, and his body began to tremble.

The Minister of Literature and Art noticed that she was not in the right state and asked with concern: "Zhi Wan, are you okay?"

Zhong Zhiwan forced a smile: "I'm fine."

She pinched her palms and looked towards the stage.

Sheng Qingtang holds a very high status in the art world, and even Mr. Zhong cannot invite him.

How could someone like Ying Zijin actually know Sheng Qingtang?

Could you please ask Sheng Qingtang to read the calligraphy for her?

What a joke.

She has studied calligraphy for fourteen years, but in the eyes of calligraphers she is only just getting started.

Ying Zijin lived in Qingshui County since he was a child. He didn't even have a teacher, but he could write such beautiful characters.

This is so unfair.

Zhong Zhiwan let go of his hand, then clutched his school uniform tightly again, feeling uneasy.

But she is the president of the student union and cannot leave.

I can only stay here and endure the jealousy in my heart, which is very tormenting.

Wei Hou is no better than Zhong Zhiwan.

Sheng Qingtang's series of questions caught him off guard, leaving him no chance of redemption.

Especially since he publicly admitted that it was his handwriting. Once the evidence came out, it was a fatal blow.

"Wei Hou, Wei Hou, I didn't expect you to steal classmate Ying's painting." Sheng Qingtang became even angrier, "And you even stamped it with your own seal, who do you think you are?"

"I didn't steal it!" Wei Hou's face flushed red as he argued, "Someone gave it to me."

The barrage of comments cursed Sheng Qingtang.

[I give up. You just take what others give you. Are you so shameless? 】

[Let's check this Wei Hou and his students. I guess there are a lot of things going on. 】

[By the way, where are those people who praised Wei Hou before? Why don't you have the face to come out? Wei Hou is no one, Wei Hou is a shameless trash. 】

[Is Wei Hou as good as this female high school student? Have keyboard warriors read the words written by others? 】

"Get lost!" Sheng Qingtang didn't want to hear Wei Hou say another word, "Stop disturbing the city appearance here."

Two staff members helped Wei Hou down again.

"You guys continue." Sheng Qingtang was still angry, "I'm going to eat some melon to cool down."

The president of the Shanghai Art Association said hurriedly: "I'll take you to the rest area."

But after just a few steps, Sheng Qingtang turned back angrily and said, "I've taken this calligraphy. Don't even think about touching it."

Everyone: “…”

They don’t dare to touch it.

Ying Zijin yawned, turned around, walked off the stage, and returned to his seat.

She had just sat down and looked up when she saw Xiu Yu and his younger brothers moving away from her in awe.

“…”

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly, her voice was light and she smiled faintly: "Don't be afraid."

"I'm scared, so scared." Xiu Yu wrapped his school uniform tightly, "Dad Ying, you are really too tough. I have to admire you."

I have to say, this person has really strong psychological quality.

Moreover, she suspected that their father Ying had set a trap specifically, waiting for someone to fall into it.

Then Wei Hou went in.

"So that calligraphy is also yours?" Jiang Ran turned around, "How did it end up in Wei Hou's hands?"

Ying Zijin put on his baseball cap again, covering half of his face, leaving only his chin exposed: "Who knows."

"We have to find out." Jiang Ran sneered, "I'd like to see--"

Xiu Yu added: "Who is messing with our father?"

Jiang Ran: “…”

God, our dad.

It's like he married into the wife's family.

——

After a great show, the opening ceremony began.

Outside the school gate, Zhong Manhua also arrived.

She got out of the car, still dizzy with rage, and nearly crashed into a tree.

The housekeeper was quick to act and blocked it in time: "Madam, be careful."

Zhong Manhua calmed down and asked, "When will the opening ceremony end?"

She would not go in at this time and let others know that she was Ying Zijin's mother.

"If it starts at nine, it should end at ten-thirty." The butler glanced at his watch. "It's half past nine now, madam, would you like to sit in the coffee shop next door first?"

"Go ahead." Zhong Manhua nodded.

She planned to wait in the coffee shop for the opening ceremony to end, and then go in and pull Ying Zijin out.

Cheating!

Zhong Manhua looked unhappy.

She, Zhong Manhua's biological daughter, actually did such a despicable thing.

How do the ladies in the celebrity circle view her?

"Madam Ying."

A voice came from the front, calling her.

Zhong Manhua paused and her first reaction was to hide.

But it's too late.

A noble lady came forward and was very surprised: "Madam Ying, it's really you."

Zhong Manhua's body froze for a moment, and she could only respond: "What a coincidence."

"Mrs. Ying probably doesn't remember me." The noble lady didn't care and was very affectionate. "I met Mrs. Ying at the New Year's banquet."

Zhong Manhua looked cold.

The ones she didn't remember were the families she looked down upon.

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

"Madam Ying, you are really amazing." The noble lady said at this time, "I didn't expect that your adopted daughter is so outstanding. You taught her well."

Zhong Manhua was stunned, suspecting that she had heard wrongly: "What did you say?"

She had heard this kind of thing a lot.

After all, Xiaoxuan made her proud, and everyone who knew her would praise her.

Can you win Zijin?

Not causing trouble for her is a good thing, how can it be outstanding?

“Madam Ying, you don’t know?” The noble lady was surprised. “Isn’t Miss Ying Zijin your adopted daughter? Just now, I was watching the live broadcast, and she…”

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

After saying that, she hurried away without entering the cafe and got into the car.

He even closed the car door, as if to say no one is allowed in.

The lady tried to show her courtesy, but ended up in vain, and her face looked a little unhappy.

"I'm just being polite and saying that you taught me. Do you really think you taught me? Why are you so proud..."

The lady snorted coldly and left.

——

In the lounge.

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

The next day, trophies and prizes were awarded to the whole school.

"President Sheng, since you are here, why don't you start the award ceremony tomorrow?" The president of the Shanghai Art Association said respectfully, "There are many talented students this time, you can also take a look to see if there are any you like."

"No, I don't have time." Sheng Qingtang refused without thinking, "I want to go back to grow vegetables."

“…”

The president of the Shanghai Art Association didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "Well, look at what happened with Master Wei Hou..."

"This matter is not over yet!" Sheng Qingtang's anger rose again, "I will not show mercy. If you dare to do it, you must dare to bear the corresponding consequences."

The president of the Shanghai Art Association understood.

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

Wei Hou’s future is over.

The president of the Shanghai Art Association thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "President Sheng, do you want to take Ying Zijin as your apprentice?"

"What?" Sheng Qingtang was shocked. "You actually think that I am qualified to be her teacher?"

President of the Shanghai Art Association: “…”

Not necessarily.

"Hurry up and go." Sheng Qingtang drove them away impatiently, "I haven't finished eating this melon yet."

The president of the Shanghai Art Association left quickly.

——

The other side.

Several art masters and art teachers were divided into groups and were judging awards in various categories.

There is no need to even look at the calligraphy group. Even Sheng Qingtang praised the calligraphy highly. If the first prize is not given to Ying Zijin, who else can it be given to?

"What a pity." An art teacher picked up one of the calligraphy pieces and said, "Zhong Zhiwan's calligraphy is also good. If Ying Zijin hadn't come this time, this first prize would definitely have been hers."

"How can they be compared?" said another art teacher. "Zhong Zhiwan's calligraphy is indeed not bad, but it is only at the entry level. It is far behind Lin Xi, let alone Ying Zijin."

Unexpectedly, Ying Zijin, at such a young age, could write so beautifully.

Even Sheng Qingtang was shocked. He is truly extremely talented.

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

He first politely greeted several art masters before asking, "Is the list of winners out?"

"It's out." Several teachers hesitated for a moment, "It's just that this year's list of winners is a bit special."

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

His eyes froze for a moment.

Calligraphy, first prize (1 person): Ying Zijin, Class 19, Grade 12

Chinese Painting, First Prize (1 person): Ying Zijin, Class 19, Grade 12

Printmaking, first prize (1 person): Ying Zijin, Class 19, Grade 12

Oil painting, first prize (1 person): Ying Zijin, Class 19, Grade 12