Chapter 91 Utter Disgrace! [4 Updates]
[Holy crap, I'm totally dumbfounded, so she wrote this calligraphy too?]
[Then she still said this calligraphy is rubbish? I don't understand.]
[Hey, you don't understand. I studied painting at an art academy, and every time I look back at my old paintings, I think they're rubbish.]
Me too, me too! It's unbearable to look at. I'm still wondering how I could have drawn such an ugly picture.
[This is amazing! I love this classmate! You said I didn't write this? Well, I'll say you think good handwriting is garbage, and I'll write another one right here and now to slap you in the face. Does it hurt?]
[Ouch, ouch, ouch! Lin Xi's face turned blue.]
Lin Xi achieved fame at a young age and possessed an unyielding spirit.
He began his apprenticeship early, and his teacher was a renowned calligrapher of the same generation as Sheng Qingtang.
This is the first time I've been reprimanded by Sheng Qingtang like this, and to be talked about like this by so many people.
Just because of this one case of "cheating".
Lin Xi wasn't stupid; he naturally figured it out.
A quick glance landed on Zhong Zhiwan sitting in the audience.
His eyes were extremely cold.
Zhong Zhiwan hurriedly avoided Lin Xi's gaze, her face turning even paler, and her body trembling.
The head of the arts and culture department noticed her odd behavior and asked with concern, "Zhiwan, are you alright?"
Zhong Zhiwan forced a smile: "I'm fine."
She clenched her fists and looked at the stage.
Shengqingtang holds an extremely high position in the art world; even Mr. Zhong couldn't invite them.
How could someone like Ying Zijin possibly know Sheng Qingtang?
Should we ask Sheng Qingtang to look at her calligraphy?
Are you kidding me?
She has studied calligraphy for fourteen years, but in the eyes of calligraphers, she has only just begun.
Ying Zijin grew up in Qingshui County without a teacher, yet she was able to write such beautiful characters.
That's just too unfair.
Zhong Zhiwan loosened her grip, then clenched her school uniform again, feeling restless.
But she was the head of the student council, so she couldn't leave.
I had no choice but to stay here, enduring the jealousy in my heart, which was very agonizing.
Wei Hou is not as good as Zhong Zhiwan.
Sheng Qingtang's barrage of questions caught him off guard, leaving him no room for redemption.
Especially since he publicly admitted that it was his handwriting, the evidence was a fatal blow.
"Wei Hou, Wei Hou, I never expected you to steal Ying's painting!" Sheng Qingtang was 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 turned red as he argued, "Someone gave it to me."
The comments section verbally abused Sheng Qingtang on his behalf.
[I'm speechless. You just take what someone offers you? You think you're so great?]
Investigate Wei Hou and his students; there's probably a lot going on.
[By the way, where are those guys who were praising Wei Hou? Why are they too ashamed to show their faces? Wei Hou is nobody; he's a shameless piece of trash.]
Is Wei Hou as impressive as this high school girl? Have those keyboard warriors even looked at her handwriting?
"Get out!" Sheng Qingtang didn't want to hear Wei Hou say another word. "Stop affecting the city's appearance here."
Two staff members helped Wei Hou down.
"You can continue," Sheng Qingtang said, still fuming. "I'm going to eat some melon to calm down."
The president of the Shanghai Art Association hurriedly said, "I'll take you to a resting place."
After taking only a few steps, Sheng Qingtang angrily turned back: "I'm taking this calligraphy; none of you are allowed to touch it."
Everyone: "..."
They dare not touch it.
Ying Zijing yawned, turned around, and left the stage, returning to her seat.
She had just sat down and looked up when she saw Xiu Yu and his group of underlings keeping a respectful distance.
"..."
Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice soft and gentle, a smile playing on her lips: "Don't be afraid."
"I'm scared, so scared." Xiu Yu wrapped his school uniform tighter around himself. "Father Ying, you are really too tough. I have to admire you."
I have to say, that's a really strong mental fortitude.
Moreover, she even suspected that their father, Ying, had deliberately set a trap, waiting for someone to fall into it.
Then Wei Hou went inside.
"So that calligraphy piece was also yours?" Jiang Ran turned his head. "How did it end up in Wei Hou's hands?"
Ying Zijing put her baseball cap back on, covering half her face and only revealing her chin: "Who knows?"
"We need to find out the truth." Jiang Ran sneered. "I'd like to see—"
Xiu Yu interjected, "Who dared to mess with our father?"
Jiang Ran: "..."
Damn it, our dad.
It's like he married into the family.
**
After a great show, the opening ceremony finally began.
Zhong Manhua also arrived outside the school gate.
She got out of the car, so angry that she felt dizzy and almost bumped into a tree.
Fortunately, the butler reacted quickly and stopped her in time: "Madam, be careful."
Zhong Manhua calmed herself down and asked, "When will the opening ceremony end?"
She wouldn't go in at this time, lest others know that she is Ying Zijin's mother.
"If it starts at nine o'clock, it should be over by ten-thirty." The butler glanced at his watch. "It's nine-thirty now, Madam. Would you like to sit in the coffee shop next door for a while?"
“Go ahead.” Zhong Manhua nodded.
She planned to wait in the coffee shop until the opening ceremony ended, then go in and drag Ying Zijing out.
Cheating!
Zhong Manhua looked grim.
She, Zhong Manhua's own daughter, actually did such a despicable thing.
What will the socialites in high society think of her?
"Lady Ying."
A voice came from ahead, calling her.
Zhong Manhua paused, her first instinct being to dodge.
But it was too late.
A noblewoman came forward, delighted: "Madam Ying, it really is you."
Zhong Manhua froze for a moment before replying, "What a coincidence."
"Madam Ying probably doesn't remember me." The noblewoman didn't seem to mind and was quite friendly. "I saw Madam Ying at the New Year's banquet."
Zhong Manhua's expression was indifferent.
The families she doesn't remember are the ones she looks down upon.
She lost interest in interacting with the wealthy woman and wanted to leave.
"Madam Ying, you are truly remarkable," the noblewoman said at this moment. "I never expected your adopted daughter to be so outstanding; it's all thanks to your excellent upbringing."
Zhong Manhua froze, wondering if she had misheard: "What did you say?"
She had heard this kind of talk many times.
After all, Xiaoxuan made her proud, and everyone who knows her praises her.
Ke Ying Zijin?
It's good enough if she doesn't cause her any trouble, let alone be outstanding?
"Madam Ying, you didn't know?" the noblewoman exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't Miss Ying Zijing your adopted daughter? Just now, I was watching the live stream, and she..."
"Excuse me, I'm in a hurry," Zhong Manhua interrupted her. "I'll be going now."
After saying that, she left in a hurry, not entering the coffee shop, but getting into her car.
They even closed the car door, adopting a "keep away" attitude.
The wealthy woman tried to curry favor, but to no avail, and her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
"Just being polite and saying you taught me, you actually believe it? What's so smug about that..."
The noblewoman snorted coldly and left.
**
Inside the lounge.
The list of winners will be posted on the bulletin board at 4 p.m.
The next day, trophies and prize money were awarded to the entire school.
"President Sheng, since you're here, why don't you start tomorrow's awards ceremony?" The president of the Shanghai Art Association said respectfully. "Besides many talented students, you can also take a look and see if there's anyone you like."
"No, I don't have time." Sheng Qingtang refused without even thinking. "I need to go back to growing vegetables."
"..."
The president of the Shanghai Art Association didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "Alright, what do you think of Master Wei Hou's matter..."
"This is not over!" Sheng Qingtang's anger flared up again. "I will not show any mercy. If you dare to do it, you must be willing to bear the consequences."
The president of the Shanghai Art Association understood.
Sheng Qingtang's attitude directly determined the attitude of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
Wei Hou's future is ruined.
The president of the Shanghai Arts Association thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "President Sheng, do you intend to take Ying Zijing as your apprentice?"
"What?" Sheng Qingtang was shocked. "You actually think I'm qualified to be her teacher?"
President of the Shanghai Art Association: "..."
There's no need for that.
"Hurry up and leave," Sheng Qingtang said impatiently, shooing them away. "I haven't finished eating this melon yet."
The president of the Shanghai Art Association quickly left.
**
On the other side.
Several art masters and art teachers were divided into groups and were selecting winners in various categories.
There's no need to even look at the calligraphy group; even Sheng Qingtang praised their work highly. If the first prize isn't awarded to Ying Zijin, who else could it be?
"What a pity." An art teacher picked up one of the calligraphy pieces. "Zhong Zhiwan's calligraphy is also quite good. If Ying Zijin hadn't been there this time, this first prize would definitely have been hers."
“How can you compare them?” another art teacher said. “Zhong Zhiwan’s calligraphy is indeed not bad, but it’s only at the beginner level. It’s far from Lin Xi’s level, let alone Ying Zijin’s.”
Unexpectedly, Ying Zijing, at such a young age, has such beautiful handwriting.
Even Sheng Qingtang was alarmed; his talent is truly extraordinary.
After a while, the head of the art group pushed the door open and came in.
He first politely greeted the several art masters before asking, "Has the list of winners been released yet?"
"It's out." Several teachers hesitated for a moment. "But this year's list of winners is a bit special."
"What's so special about it?" The art group leader took it and started looking at it from the first one.
Their gazes froze instantly.
Calligraphy, First Prize (1 winner): Ying Zijin, Class 19, Grade 11
Chinese painting, First Prize (1 winner): Ying Zijin, Class 19, Grade 11
Printmaking, First Prize (1 winner): Ying Zijin, Class 19, Grade 11
Oil painting, First Prize (1 winner): Ying Zijin, Class 19, Grade 11
(End of this chapter)
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