He really didn't want to take a poor student to Europe, especially to a top university like the Royal Academy of Art in Europe.

What's more, one cannot be eligible for admission to the Royal Academy of Art of Europe simply by winning the first prize at an ordinary art festival.

Even the top students in the art class are still questionable.

He Xun naturally never paid attention to the art festival.

He didn't have the time to do so, after all, he was the one who taught the international classes for three grades at Qingzhi High School.

He Xun had no idea that even Sheng Qingtang was alarmed by this Qingzhi Art Festival.

The principal frowned slightly.

He didn't expect that He Xun had such a strong opinion of Ying Zijin.

Not every student is good at studying, so why bother?

"I didn't think it through." The principal sighed and took off his glasses. "Teacher He, let's discuss the interview at Norton University."

He Xun's expression finally relaxed.

At this moment, the phone in the office rang.

The principal picked up the phone and just heard one sentence before his expression changed: "What? Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

He Xun raised his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Teacher He, excuse me for a moment." The principal stood up and straightened his clothes. "A distinguished guest has arrived. I need to go."

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

o continent?

But all teachers at Qingzhi, no matter which level of management they are in, are required to be proficient in English. So why did they call him up?

He Xun was startled: "Okay, I'll go to the senior high school international class first."

Time was too tight and the principal had no time to talk to him any more. He nodded and left in a hurry.

He Xun also followed him out and came to the teaching building for the second grade of high school.

After distributing the exercises for today to the international class, he went to the reception room that the principal had told him about.

On the way, I naturally passed by Class 19 of Grade 12.

He Xun remembered what the principal said and subconsciously looked out the back window.

In the last row near the window, a girl wearing a school short-sleeved shirt and her school jacket was sleeping on the table.

He Xun withdrew his gaze coldly.

He was still sleeping in class. He really couldn't change.

There is no hope for students like this.

——

The person who called the principal was the head of the art group.

He wiped the sweat off his face, pointed inside the door, and said in a low voice, "Principal, this is Mr. Berg Bryan, from the Royal Academy of Arts in Europe."

Berg Bryan is an honorary teacher at the Royal Academy of Art in Europe. He usually just holds a sinecure and does not teach.

I am only occasionally invited by other schools to give lectures.

He has always been invited by others, and I have never heard of him coming on his own.

Berg excels in oil painting in the Baroque art style and is also a romantic painter.

Baroque art is an art style that was popular in Europe between 1600 and 1750 and has a profound influence on later generations.

Baroque art not only involves the field of oil painting, but also includes architecture, music, decoration, etc.

Even if you don't know what Baroque art is, you must know Kino von, the oil painter who was famous all over the world at that time.

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

Berg Bryan is recognized by the world today as the modern oil painter closest to Kino Von.

"I know him, but—" the principal looked over and hesitated, "What is he...doing?"

indoor.

A foreign man in his thirties was lying on the wall with his hands spread out, stroking constantly, looking like he was infatuated.

"Principal." The head of the art group said with some difficulty, his throat choked, "He was not hugging the wall, but the painting of classmate Ying Zijin."

The principal was stunned.

Before I could react, I heard the man shouting excitedly.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Berg hugged the painting tighter, wishing he could tuck himself into it. "Oh, my God, my God, what a wonderful painting this is."

“This is literally the hand of God, Chino Von on earth.”

headmaster:"……"

Art group leader: “…”

Not necessarily.

The head of the art group coughed a few times and couldn't help interrupting his self-absorption: "Mr. Berg, the principal is here. If you have any requests, just ask directly."

"Oh." Berg turned around as if he had just realized there was someone next to him and asked directly, "Did you draw this?"

The principal was still a little confused: "No, this is..."

"If you didn't paint this, why are you here?" Berg said impatiently, "Hurry up, I want to see the person who painted this picture."

"Mr. Berg, please wait a moment." The principal finally knew why he came and asked in English, "How did you find this place?"

"Don't you have an art festival?" Berg said impatiently, "I saw the paintings. Who else would come here?"

He hugged the painting tightly again and looked around with disdain: "There is no delicious ice cream here."

“…”

The head of the art group wiped his sweat and whispered, "Principal, artists are all very out of touch. You can't let them lead you astray."

"I see. I see." The principal came back to his senses. "I wonder what you want to do with the person who painted this picture?"

"Why do you talk so much?" Berg was very angry. "Let me go see him first."

"The painting is for the student, she is still in class." The principal considered for a moment, "You have to wait a moment."

This time, Berg agreed readily: "Okay, I'll wait."

He Xun happened to come back at this time and was stunned: "Mr. Berg?"

"Who is it? I'm busy." Berg didn't even look at He Xun, and waved his hand, "Where is this student's class? Take me there quickly."

The principal had no choice but to take him away.

He Xun didn't say a word from beginning to end. He frowned and turned his head: "Why is Mr. Berg here?"

"Teacher He, don't you know?" After seeing off a giant Buddha, the head of the art group breathed a sigh of relief, and was quite proud. "He came here specifically for classmate Ying Zijin. I think he probably wants to take Ying as his student."

He Xun's body shook violently, and he froze in place, almost unable to believe what he heard.

Who is Berg? How could he possibly make a trip in person for a student?

But……

He Xun pursed his lips, looking grim.

The head of the art group didn't notice that He Xun's expression had changed, and he walked out with his hands behind his back: "Alas, I have to apologize to classmate Ying too."

——

After the self-study class, Ying Zijin woke up.

She yawned, took out her cell phone to check the time, and saw the text message Sheng Qingtang sent her.

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

“…”

Ying Zijin pretended not to see the emoticon and replied with two words.

[No. 】

After receiving the reply, Sheng Qingtang suddenly became anxious.

【ah! ! ! Why? Little genius doctor, really, let me tell you, those old guys in our club can't draw as well as you. It would be a waste of your talent if you don't join the club! 】

Ying Zijin did not change her mind. She held her head up with a lazy look.

Because it will hinder my retirement. 】

【……qaq】

[I will block you if you send this expression again.] 】

[Little Miracle Doctor, this was not sent by me, but by my bald son. So, if you change your mind anytime, feel free to contact me. I have prepared the documents for you, and you just need to sign them. 】

Ying Zijin yawned, and her eyes became even more confused.

"Dad Ying." A little brother poked his head out of the back door of the classroom. "The principal wants to see you, are you going?"

"I have something to do today, so I'm not available."

"Oh." The younger brother scratched his head, "Then I will reject him now."

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

Ying Zijin nodded, opened the nok forum, and accepted the C-level bounty.

——

The old house of the Ying family.

Zhong Manhua hasn't gone out these past few days, fearing that someone would stop her and talk to her about the Qingzhi Art Festival.

In order to prevent any embarrassing situations from happening, she cut off all internet and phone calls.

Anyway, she didn't want to care about Ying Zijin anymore. After some time, everyone would forget about the plagiarism.

Zhong Manhua picked up the phone and prepared to call Ying Zhenting.

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

The person who came back was Ying Luwei.

Old Madam Ying is still living in the hospital these days. Ying Luwei has been avoiding showing up in public because of the Weibo incident, so she goes to the hospital from the old house every day to deliver the medicinal food prepared by Zhong Manhua.

"It's Lu Wei." Zhong Manhua put down the phone, "The medicinal food is ready. It's warming on a low fire in the kitchen. I'll ask the servant to bring it to you."

"Excuse me, sister-in-law." Ying Luwei tucked the hair by her ears and suddenly said, "By the way, sister-in-law, I went to Qingzhi today. I heard that the teacher from the Royal Academy of Arts in Ozhou wanted to see Xiaojin."

Zhong Manhua paused, slightly surprised: "Ouzhou Royal Academy of Art?"

The Royal European Academy of Art is not ranked in the top ten in the world because it only focuses on art, but it is also a university that many students dream of.

"I've also heard of this Mr. Berg. He's a master of oil painting, the kind that's hard to invite." Ying Luwei was puzzled. "Sister-in-law, Xiaojin doesn't even want to learn oil painting, calligraphy, or Chinese painting. Why would Mr. Berg look for her?"

Zhong Manhua's face changed instantly, and her chest heaved with anger.

What else can I do?

Must have been cheating again.