He is a junior this year, two years older than this so-called "Professor Ye".
Why is it that a kid younger than him can stand on the stage and talk eloquently, while he can only listen obediently below?
Who does he think he is?!
Am I worse than him?
Xue Xiangying was very unconvinced. In terms of talent alone, he was no less talented than anyone else present.
Xue Xiangying is especially proud of her art.
He has won third prize in the art group of the National College Students Calligraphy and Painting Competition for two consecutive years, just a little short of second prize.
He has even won many international awards.
He is proficient in oil painting, sketching, and other art forms. Many professors from art academies have praised him, saying that he is young and promising and will definitely become a master in the art world in the future.
Xue Xiangying's dream is to become a master artist, and he plans to start creating art after graduating next year.
He is not afraid of anything in his pursuit of his dreams, and he doesn't care if he fails!
At worst... he can go home and inherit a fortune that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of.
Looking at Ye Chen answering questions on stage, Xue Xiangying didn't raise her hand but stood up directly.
"Professor Ye, how did you obtain this position as a specially appointed professor?"
From the very beginning, Xue Xiangying's words were full of hostility.
Upon discovering that Xue Xiangying, the "school heartthrob," had appeared, the other students immediately fell silent.
Some of the girls present were fans of Xue Xiangying. When they saw Xue Xiangying stand up, they were incredibly excited. If they weren't in a classroom, they probably would have cheered.
"how come?"
"It was Elder Meng who invited me."
Ye Chen answered calmly.
"Really? I don't believe it. You didn't get this professorship through special means, did you?"
Xue Xiangying sneered and retorted.
He believed he had seen through Ye Chen.
"Exactly, how is it possible for someone so young to become a professor?"
"He definitely has a problem."
“If he can be a professor, so can my Xiangying, and she might not be any worse than him.”
After their idol said that, Xue Xiangying's female fans echoed her sentiments.
The atmosphere in the classroom became tense.
"I believe that Professor Ye's ability to stand on the podium is due to his exceptional abilities, and I have faith in him!"
Seeing many people questioning Ye Chen, Su Ningshuang stood up assertively and spoke up for Ye Chen.
"I trust Elder Meng's judgment!"
Su Ningshuang turned her head and glanced at Xue Xiangying and her female fans.
Of course, Su Ningshuang only said half of her last sentence. The other half was: "I trust my own judgment more!"
As Su Ningshuang stood up to speak for Ye Chen, the atmosphere in the classroom underwent a subtle change.
Everyone was extremely surprised, as this was the first student to speak up for Professor Ye after he appeared.
Moreover, this student is none other than Su Ningshuang, who is the subject of much discussion at the school.
However, after Su Ningshuang said that, many students at the scene remained rational. They did not believe Ye Chen, but they believed in Elder Meng's judgment.
"That's right, I'm willing to believe Professor Ye too."
Zhao Shuxuan also stood up.
Soon, nearly half of the students in the classroom stopped causing trouble and began to behave themselves, quietly preparing to listen to Ye Chen's lecture.
On the contrary, Xue Xiangying became more and more annoyed with Ye Chen.
Su Ningshuang stepped forward, catching Xue Xiangying off guard.
Why is Su Ningshuang siding with Professor Ye? Why is Su Ningshuang speaking up for Professor Ye?!
Xue Xiangying became even more resentful and jealous of Ye Chen.
The more Su Ningshuang trusted Professor Ye, the more determined he was to humiliate Professor Ye and make him a laughingstock!
"Professor Ye, since you can become a professor, it must mean that your painting skills are very good."
Xue Xiangying provoked Ye Chen.
"How about this, do you dare to have a contest with me?"
"Can."
In this situation, strength speaks volumes, and only strength can convince the public!
Ye Chen agreed.
"I'm just a student, and you're a professor. What should we compete on? I, the student, will pay for it. Is that alright?"
"Um."
Ye Chen nodded. No matter what, Ye Chen, who possessed top-level painting skills, didn't care.
As soon as Xue Xiangying finished speaking, everyone in the classroom began to discuss.
They were not familiar with Ye Chen, but they were very familiar with Xue Xiangying, especially Xue Xiangying's sketches and oil paintings, which were top-notch in the entire art academy, even better than some associate professors.
"I wonder what Senior Xue will compete in later?"
"I guess it's oil painting; Senior Xue is quite good at it."
"No, no, I think it's sketching. Sketching doesn't require so many paints, which is more convenient."
The crowd discussed the matter, but when Xue Xiangying revealed the content of the competition, everyone was shocked once again.
"We're better than... traditional Chinese painting!"
A mysterious smile appeared on Xue Xiangying's face.
Xue Xiangying actually wants to compete in traditional Chinese painting?
This was something no one had expected.
Soon, students brought the two brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, and various traditional Chinese painting pigments.
The students in the first row stepped aside and divided all the items into two groups, one for Ye Chen and one for Xue Xiangying.
The match begins.
Xue Xiangying didn't start painting right away; instead, she glanced at Ye Chen with disdain.
He certainly had his reasons for choosing to compare traditional Chinese paintings.
Not to mention the students present, even among the professors at the art academy, few knew the inside story.
His maternal grandfather was a leading figure in the world of traditional Chinese painting and the vice president of the China National Academy of Painting.
My grandfather's least promising student is now a professor of traditional Chinese painting at a prestigious university. As for his outstanding students, they have long since become masters.
Even Old Man Meng would politely address his maternal grandfather as "senior" when they met.
He doesn't like traditional Chinese painting, but his grandfather forced him to learn it from a young age, and he has been practicing for more than ten years now.
His skill level in traditional Chinese painting is already quite high.
Because he disliked traditional Chinese painting, he never mentioned it to anyone or showed it to anyone after entering university.
His moment to shine will arrive in a moment of incredible brilliance!
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