Chapter 92 Boss Ying is simply inhuman [5 updates]
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The head of the art group fell silent as he watched, too shocked to speak.
"That's right, Ying Zijing won first place in all these competitions." One of the teachers in charge of judging coughed. "So it's quite special."
In previous years, many promising talents have emerged, but at most they have won awards in three competitions.
It's already quite an achievement to win a first prize.
Getting first place in everything is almost impossible.
After all, everyone has their own expertise, and no one is omnipotent.
But this time, the student who ranked first in the entire city actually appeared.
Is this even human?
The teachers and masters in the art world who made the selection have all seen each other's work, and it is indeed impeccable.
Giving them a first prize would be too low.
The art group leader remained silent for a while before saying absentmindedly, "Ah, I'll post it on the bulletin board later."
**
Once the opening ceremony ended, the arts festival was no longer relevant to most students.
Many students shouldered their backpacks and cheered as they left the school.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to run to the front of the senior high school building and show off a bit.
The high school seniors were so angry they wanted to throw down their pens, but they had no choice but to keep writing the exam papers as the college entrance exam was just around the corner.
Wen Tinglan wasn't in the class.
He was a specially admitted student at Qingzhi University, and he enjoyed considerable privileges.
Because of him, Qingzhi once made a special trip to Qingshui County, hoping to get him into the elite class.
As long as Wen Tinglan can take the college entrance examination in the end, nothing else matters.
So even if it's a midterm or final exam, Wen Tinglan doesn't have to participate.
It's not that no students in the gifted program have complaints about this.
However, Wen Tinglan could still get full marks on even the notoriously difficult exams for the elite class.
They are top students, Wen Tinglan is a freak.
The only option is to keep quiet.
So while other students were doing their homework, Wen Tinglan was resting with Grandpa Zhong in the student corridor.
Grandpa Zhong arrived at the school at 8:30, but before he could watch the opening ceremony, Ying Zijing had Wen Tinglan take him away.
Although Wen Tinglan didn't know why his sister did this.
Grandpa Zhong moved a rocking chair and lay comfortably under the shade of a tree: "Xiao Lan, you won a lot of red envelopes from your grandpa the other day, don't you have to promise your grandpa something?"
Wen Tinglan looked at him quietly.
Grandpa Zhong then took out his phone, opened Weibo, and said: "Come on, follow Grandpa back."
"..."
Wen Tinglan said expressionlessly, "I don't use Weibo."
"Sigh?" Old Master Zhong muttered, "You young people don't use Weibo, you're even more behind the times than me."
He lost one fan.
He was unhappy.
Wen Tinglan lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips.
He really wanted to, but he was also very afraid of contacting the outside world.
"Xiao Lan, tell your grandpa, what interesting things happened to Zi Jin when she was little?" Grandpa Zhong asked with a smile. "Did she ever roll off the bed while sleeping?"
He received no answer, only the look of a boy staring at a foolish old man.
"..."
Mr. Zhong felt a little heartbroken, so he took out his phone and started surfing the internet.
His happiest moment each day is enjoying the latest gossip with young netizens.
"Wow, what has Wei Hou done?" Old Master Zhong pushed up his reading glasses. "He actually got the Chinese Artists Association to speak out."
Wen Tinglan lifted her eyelashes and looked over.
[@China Calligraphy Artists Association V: Following a report, our council member @Wei Hou, who writes regular script, engaged in unfair competition and fraudulently claimed student works. The situation is extremely egregious, and he has been expelled from the association and permanently banned. We will not tolerate any further instances of this behavior!]
Attached below is a notice bearing the seal of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
And the signatures of the president and vice president.
The China Calligraphy Artists Association is the general association, while the Shanghai Art Association is merely a local branch association.
The president of the Shanghai Art Association is no match for a member of the China Calligraphy Artists Association.
Those who can enter the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association are all renowned calligraphers and represent the pinnacle of Chinese calligraphy.
Even a genius like Lin Xi doesn't even qualify for the assessment now.
Most older generation calligraphers are low-key. Since its inception, the China Calligraphy Artists Association has only posted ten Weibo posts, nine of which were reposts.
The first original Weibo post was an automatic greeting from Weibo.
The second item is the announcement of the punishment for Wei Hou.
As noon approached, fewer people were browsing Weibo, but its popularity remained high.
Besides calligraphy enthusiasts, passersby also clicked in.
Because of numerous marketing campaigns, the name Wei Hou is even more well-known than Sheng Qing Tang.
[Holy crap, Wei Hou got expelled from the China Calligraphy Artists Association? What a serious offense! I remember he was an honorary calligrapher.]
You guys don't know, do you? Wei Hou shamelessly claimed that the high school student's handwriting was his, accusing the student of cheating and stealing his handwriting to participate in the competition.
[What?! Has Wei Hou lost his mind? A renowned calligrapher like him, doing something like this? He has fame and status, what's he after?]
[Isn't that right? Then Sheng Qingtang arrived, and Wei Hou was immediately exposed.]
[Do you know what the funniest thing is? Wei Hou fraudulently claimed someone else's student's calligraphy, right? The student didn't care at all, and immediately wrote an even better piece for him. I was there, and I'll show you the video. [Video]]
Grandpa Zhong opened the video and immediately frowned: "This Wei Hou actually claimed Zijing's calligraphy?"
He stood up angrily: "What a shameless old man, bullying even a child! I'm going to go and beat him up!"
Wen Tinglan paused for a moment.
He finally understood why his sister had asked him to bring Grandpa Zhong here.
If Grandpa Zhong were there, he would definitely have rolled up his sleeves and started kicking people.
"Xiao Lan, come with your grandfather." Grandpa Zhong was furious. "Your grandfather will take you to avenge your sister."
**
Wei Hou naturally saw the Weibo post as well.
However, by the time he saw it, it was already afternoon.
Just minutes earlier, another director of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association had come to his door in person, bringing a notice of punishment and confiscating his certificate.
Wei Hou's face turned pale; he had never expected things to turn out this way.
He's actually done this before.
The qualification test for him to enter the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association was not actually based on his calligraphy, but on another examiner.
But the examiner wasn't as famous as him, had no evidence, and no powerful backing.
They could only watch helplessly as he took their artwork, with no recourse.
Afterwards, Wei Hou even took the honorary certificate from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association to the home of the examiner to show off.
What can we do to him?
But now, Sheng Qingtang has asked the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association to thoroughly investigate him, and they have also found out about this incident from back then.
He was not only fired, but his reputation was also completely ruined.
He was utterly and completely disgraced.
Wei Hou values fame and money most, and now he is about to lose both.
They're all Lin Xi's junior sister.
Wei Hou's eyes turned cold. He picked up his phone and asked Lin Xi for Zhong Zhiwan's number.
He dialed the number, his voice icy: "Zhong Zhiwan, you dare to set me up? Let me tell you, if I don't have a good time, neither will you."
"This calligraphy was given to me by you, which means you stole it. You can't get away with it!"
Zhong Zhiwan was standing in front of the bulletin board when she received the call.
Hearing this, she frowned, glanced at the other students, and then walked into the nearby grove.
"Master Wei Hou, I don't know what nonsense you're spouting." Zhong Zhiwan smiled. "It's your own greed that led you to try and claim credit for my cousin's work. How come you're blaming me for it?"
"My senior brother clearly asked you if this was your handwriting, and you just took it. Could it be that I did this too?"
Wei Hou was furious: "You're the one who made me put my seal on that calligraphy."
Zhong Zhiwan remained calm. She said indifferently, "I gave you permission, and you did this? Master Wei Hou, by slandering me like this, are you already prepared to offend the Zhong family?"
Wei Hou's expression changed drastically.
Of course he knew about the Zhong family.
One of the four most prestigious families in Shanghai, holding a very high status.
In the past, he would not have been afraid of the Zhong family; in fact, the Zhong family would have respected him.
However, he has already been expelled from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association and was also involved in the misappropriation of works, so he has long been condemned by everyone.
“Master Wei Hou, don’t forget, you’ve fraudulently claimed my cousin’s calligraphy.” Zhong Zhiwan smiled again, gently. “My grandfather dotes on my cousin. Do you think he’ll listen to your explanation if he sees you?”
"Does he believe me, or does he believe you?"
Wei Hou was so angry that he smashed his phone.
Zhong Zhiwan remained expressionless, blocked Wei Hou's number, and prepared to leave the school.
But at that moment, the crowd in front of the notice board suddenly stirred.
"Holy crap, what kind of monster is Ying Zijing? All of them are first prizes?"
"Let's not talk about calligraphy, we saw it with our own eyes, but how come she outshone Goddess Zhong in traditional Chinese painting?"
"The selection process must be fair, so it just means Zhong Zhiwan is inferior to Ying Zijin. What else could it be?"
"I'm a little disappointed. Isn't Goddess Zhong the eldest daughter of the Zhong family? How come she's not as good as a country bumpkin in calligraphy and painting? Her title of goddess is a bit undeserved."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Fang, a devoted admirer of Zhong Zhiwan, retorted angrily, "Painting is just entertainment. Look at Ying Zijin's overall grades, is she as good as Zhiwan in any subject?"
"Comparing her to Zhiwan would be to lower Zhiwan's standards."
Lu Fang sneered again: "If Ying Zijin's total score in next month's final exam exceeds 400 points, I'll eat shit on live stream."
(End of this chapter)
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