Chapter 97 O Continent Oil Painting Master Personally Slaps Him in the Face [3 Updates]
He really didn't want to take a poor student to O Continent, especially not a top university like the Royal Academy of Arts in O Continent.
Moreover, the Royal Academy of Arts in Europe doesn't grant admission simply because you won first prize at an ordinary arts festival.
Even the top students in the art class are debatable.
He Xun naturally had no interest in the arts festival.
He didn't have the time, since he was in charge of all three grades of the international classes at Qingzhi High School.
He Xun was even more unaware that this Qingzhi Art Festival had even alarmed Shengqingtang.
The principal frowned almost imperceptibly.
He hadn't expected that He Xun would have such a strong opinion about Ying Zijin.
Not every student is good at studying, so why bother?
“It was my oversight,” the principal sighed, taking off his glasses. “Professor He, let’s discuss the Norton University interview.”
He Xun's expression then softened.
The office phone rang at that moment.
The principal answered the phone, and after hearing only one sentence, his expression changed: "What? Okay, okay, I'll go right away."
He Xun looked up, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Teacher He, please excuse me for a moment." The principal stood up and straightened his clothes. "We have distinguished guests, and I need to go."
He took a few steps, then seemed to remember something: "They are distinguished guests from O continent. Teacher He speaks good English, let's go together."
O Continent?
But all the teachers at Keqingzhi, regardless of their management level, are required to be fluent in English. Why were they called up as well?
He Xun was taken aback: "Okay, I'll go to the international class for the second year of high school first."
Time was too short, and the principal didn't have time to say more to him. He nodded and left in a hurry.
He Xun followed them out and arrived at the senior high school building.
After distributing the day's practice assignments to the international class, he went to the meeting room the principal had told him about.
Along the way, I naturally passed by Class 19 of Grade 11.
He Xun remembered the principal's words and subconsciously looked out the back window.
In the last row by the window, a girl wearing a school uniform short-sleeved shirt and covered with a school uniform jacket was sleeping on the table.
He Xun coldly withdrew his gaze.
He was still sleeping in class; he's incorrigible.
There's no hope for students like that.
**
The person who summoned the principal by phone was none other than the head of the arts group.
He wiped his sweat, pointed inside the door, and said in a low voice, "Principal, this is Mr. Berg Bryan, from the Royal Academy of Arts in O continent."
Berg Bryan, an honorary professor at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Olympia, usually holds a sinecure and does not teach.
I only occasionally receive invitations from other schools to give lectures.
He's always been invited by others; I've never heard of him coming over on his own.
Berg was skilled in Baroque-style oil painting and was also a Romantic painter.
Baroque art was an art style that flourished in Europe between 1600 and 1750 and had a profound influence on later generations.
Baroque art encompasses not only oil painting but also architecture, music, and decoration.
Even if you don't know what Baroque art is, you'll still know about Chino von, the oil painter who was famous all over the world at the time.
However, Kino von's oil painting style is so distinctive that no one can imitate it.
Berg Bryan is widely recognized as the modern oil painter who is closest to Chino von.
“I know him, but—” The principal looked over and hesitated, “What…is he doing?”
indoor.
A foreign man in his thirties was leaning against the wall, his arms outstretched, stroking it repeatedly, looking completely absorbed.
“Principal.” The art group leader’s throat tightened, and he said with some difficulty, “He wasn’t hugging a wall, he was hugging Ying Zijing’s oil painting.”
The principal was stunned.
Before they could react, they heard the man shout excitedly.
“Bravo! Bravo!” Berg hugged it even tighter, wishing he could bury himself inside the painting. “Oh my God, what a wonderful painting this is.”
"This is simply the hand of God, Kino von reborn."
headmaster:"……"
Art Group Leader: "..."
There's no need for that.
The art group leader coughed a few times, finally unable to resist interrupting his self-absorbed state: "Mr. Berg, the principal is here. Please feel free to make any requests you may have."
"Oh." As if only then noticing someone else beside him, Berg turned around and asked directly, "Did you draw this?"
The principal was still a little confused: "No, this is..."
"If you didn't paint it, what are you doing here?" Berg asked impatiently. "Quickly, I need to see the person who painted this."
“Mr. Berg, please wait a moment.” The principal finally understood why he had come and asked in English, “How did you find your way here?”
"Isn't there some kind of arts festival you have?" Berg asked impatiently. "I saw the paintings, otherwise who would come here?"
He hugged the painting tighter and looked around with disdain: "There's no good ice cream here."
"..."
The art group leader wiped his sweat and whispered, "Principal, artists are all a bit eccentric; you can't let them lead you astray."
"I see, I understand." The principal snapped out of his reverie. "What do you need the person who painted this picture for?"
"Why are you talking so much?" Berg said angrily. "Let me go see him first."
"The person drawing is a student, and she's still in class." The principal considered for a moment. "You'll have to wait a while."
This time, Berg readily agreed: "Okay, I'll be waiting."
He Xun happened to return at that moment and was taken aback: "Mr. Berg?"
"Who is it? I'm busy, 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?"
"Didn't Teacher He know?" After seeing off a big shot, the head of the art group breathed a sigh of relief and was quite proud. "He came specifically for Ying Zijing. I think he probably wants to take Ying as a student."
He Xun's body jolted violently, and he froze on the spot, almost unable to believe what he had just heard. His ears were ringing, as if he had been struck on the head.
Who is Berg? How could he possibly make a personal trip for a student?
The art group leader didn't notice his expression had changed, and walked out with his hands behind his back: "Sigh, I also need to apologize to Ying."
**
After self-study, Ying Zijing woke up.
She yawned, took out her phone to check the time, and saw the text message Sheng Qingtang had sent her.
[Little miracle doctor, are you interested in the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association? If you're willing to join, I'll have them give you the vice-president position directly. What do you think? =w=]
"..."
Ying Zijin pretended not to see the emoticon and casually replied with two words.
I'm not going.
Upon receiving the reply, Shengqingtang immediately became anxious.
【Ah!!! Why? Little genius doctor, really, if you ask me, none of the old guys in our guild can draw as well as you. It's such a waste that you're not in the guild!】
Ying Zijing did not change her mind; she propped her head up with her hand, looking languid.
Because it would interfere with my retirement.
QAQ
Sending this emoji again will result in being blocked.
[Little Doctor, this wasn't posted by me, it was posted by my bald son. Here's the thing: if you change your mind anytime, just contact me. I've prepared all the documents for you; you just need to sign them.]
Ying Zijing yawned, her phoenix eyes becoming slightly hazy.
"Father Ying," a younger student poked his head out from the back door of the classroom, "the principal wants to see you. Are you going?"
"I'm busy today, I don't have time."
"Oh." The younger brother scratched his head. "Then I'll turn him down now."
He also saw a foreigner, but he didn't know what he did.
Ying Zijing nodded, opened the NOK forum, and accepted the C-level bounty.
**
The Ying family's old residence.
Zhong Manhua hasn't gone out these past few days, afraid that someone might stop her again and talk to her about the Qingzhi Art Festival.
To prevent anything from embarrassing her, she cut off all internet and phone contact.
Anyway, she didn't want to care about Ying Zijin anymore. As time went by, everyone would forget about the plagiarism.
Zhong Manhua picked up the phone, preparing to call Ying Zhenting.
The doorbell rang, and the housekeeper hurried to open the door.
The person who returned was Ying Luwei.
Madam Ying is still staying in the hospital these days. Ying Luwei has been avoiding public appearances because of the Weibo incident, so she goes to the hospital every day from the old house to deliver the medicinal meals that Zhong Manhua has prepared.
"It's Lu Wei." Zhong Manhua put down the phone. "The medicinal meal is ready and is simmering in the kitchen. I'll have the maid bring it to you."
"Thank you for your trouble, sister-in-law." Ying Luwei tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and suddenly said, "By the way, sister-in-law, I went to Qingzhi today. I heard that the teachers at the Royal Academy of Arts in O Continent are looking for Xiao Jin."
Zhong Manhua paused, slightly surprised: "The Royal Academy of Arts of O Continent?"
The Royal College of Art in Europe focuses solely on art, so its world ranking is not in the top ten, but it is still a dream university for many students.
“I’ve also heard of Mr. Berg. He’s a master of oil painting, the kind you can’t get anyone to do even if you ask him.” Ying Luwei was quite puzzled. “Sister-in-law, Xiao Jin doesn’t want to learn oil painting, let alone calligraphy or traditional Chinese painting. Why would Mr. Berg ask her?”
Zhong Manhua's expression changed instantly, and her chest heaved heavily.
What else can we do?
They must have cheated again.
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