Chapter 98 Apologizing to Ying Zijing as her master in front of Zhong Manhua [1 update]
This is really embarrassing; we've lost face internationally.
Besides, Zhong Manhua really couldn't think of any other reason why Ying Zijin could have such a reason to have an honorary professor from the Royal Academy of Arts of O Continent personally come to Qingzhi.
She had certainly heard of Berg Bryan.
When she was choosing a painting teacher for Xiaoxuan, that teacher highly recommended Berg.
It can be said that Berg represents the pinnacle of contemporary Baroque oil painting in Europe.
At the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Europe alone, countless students want to become Berg's students.
Koberg had a very strange temper, even more so than Sheng Qingtang. He had never taken on any apprentices, only occasionally giving guidance to younger generations.
Zhong Manhua's heart aches at the thought of being pointed at and gossiped about when she goes out in the future.
It's always like this.
If it were Xiaoxuan, she would never let her lose face.
"Sister-in-law, what's wrong?" Ying Luwei asked with concern, noticing that Zhong Manhua's face had turned from pale to ashen. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine." Zhong Manhua pressed her temples to calm her breathing. "Is Mr. Berg still in Qingzhi?"
“When I left the school, the principal was with him,” Ying Luwei said. “They should have already gone to look for Xiao Jin; she might still be there.”
"Prepare the car." Upon hearing this, Zhong Manhua stood up and immediately made a decision: "Let's go to Qingzhi now."
She had to apologize to the other party before things escalated.
“I’m familiar with Qingzhi, so I’ll go with my sister-in-law.” Ying Luwei handed the medicinal meal to the housekeeper and instructed, “You must take good care of the old lady.”
The butler said respectfully, "Miss Lu Wei, rest assured, there won't be the slightest mistake with the old lady."
After giving their explanations, Zhong Manhua and Ying Luwei went to Qingzhi together.
**
Qingzhi Middle School.
The principal was visibly shaken when he heard the errand boy's reply.
Given Berg's status, let alone coming to Qingzhi, even if he went to Imperial University, art students would definitely be vying to come and see him.
this……
However, to the principal's surprise, Berg was unusually good-tempered this time.
He waved his hand generously: "It's okay, just ask her when she's free, I'll wait for her here."
The principal, having experienced the double standards firsthand: "..."
This time, he was completely devastated.
"Oh." The younger brother didn't recognize Berg. He scratched his head. "Are you in a hurry? If you are, I'll go and talk to him again."
“No rush, no rush.” Berg was in a good mood. “I’ll be staying in Shanghai for the next few days. I’ll be available whenever she has time.”
headmaster:"……"
That's not what you just said.
"Okay." The younger brother thought this foreigner was easy to talk to.
Just as he was about to dash back, Berg said, "Hey, wait a minute, can you ask her if she really likes Chino von?"
**
When the younger brother relayed this message to Class 19, he saw their father, Ying, raise his beautiful phoenix eyes, but his expression was very cold.
"I don't like him. He talks too much. I want to bury him."
"Then bury him." The underling fawned, "Father Ying, where is he? Brothers, we'll go up and put a sack over his head right now."
Xiu Yu spoke softly, "He's been dead underground for hundreds of years. Go now."
The younger brother was dumbfounded: "..."
"Father Ying, that's a really funny joke." Xiu Yu put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You've never even met him, how do you know he's a chatterbox?"
There are many accounts of Kino von, but most of them praise how well he painted.
He was born in 1623 and died in 1709.
He left behind hundreds of paintings throughout his life, a truly magnificent achievement.
All the oil paintings that still exist are displayed in major museums across O continent.
The Imperial Museum also has two of them; it was there that Xiu Yu saw Kino von's masterpiece.
“Because—” Ying Zijin remained indifferent, “he would recite the Bible while he was painting, and he was using Latin.”
It was so noisy it gave her a headache.
Xiu Yu: "???"
Wait, what kind of operation is this?
No, how could she believe their father, Ying, spouting such nonsense with such a straight face?
Kino von has been dead for over three hundred years; his bones have probably turned to ash by now.
However, Xiu Yu thought about it.
She had visited the former residence of Chino von in Europe, and she remembered that his study was filled with various versions of the Bible.
"Dad Ying, you're awesome." Xiu Yu gave a thumbs up. "I admire your storytelling skills the most, and they're very realistic."
Ying Zijin lowered her eyelashes and narrowed her gaze.
She has never been one to dwell on the past.
Memories are too numerous, forgotten quickly, and chaotic.
But she remembered those three hundred years in Ancient O Continent quite clearly.
She studied oil painting with Kino for three years, spending most of her time listening to him ramble on.
This indirectly led to her being able to recite the Bible fluently in Latin without ever having read it.
It's true that she's good at drawing, but it's also true that she's annoying.
As long as he doesn't speak, he's still a lovable old man.
She visited Kino when he died.
Every year thereafter, she would visit his grave and lay a bouquet of white irises there, until she left this earth.
Kino was one of her many teachers on Earth.
Unfortunately, Kino was just an ordinary person, and she couldn't extend his lifespan.
Ying Zijing snapped out of her thoughts and turned her gaze back to her phone.
She used her free time over the past two days to upgrade her NOK account to level B, and her growth value has reached 4000.
She only needs 1000 more points to access NOK's hidden section.
She actually knew what the hidden sections would discuss.
This is the true face of this world.
What ordinary people see is only the tip of the iceberg.
Of course, world-class secrets cannot be exposed, otherwise it would cause panic.
The NOK forum is simply an organization responsible for keeping these secrets.
Ying Zijing lowered her eyes, looking at her newly assigned B-level bounty.
The person who offered the reward sent her a private message.
Are you new here? Do you really have a medicine that can remove my scars? I've seen so many doctors, but nothing has worked; in fact, they've made them worse.
Ying Zijin’s words are concise and concise.
[Address: Package to be picked up in three days.]
Although the person offering the reward was somewhat skeptical, they still sent over the address.
If your medicine doesn't work, you won't get any growth points, but if it's effective, I can increase the reward.
Ying Zijing glanced at the address and prepared to send the package out in a moment.
The younger brother then remembered the important matter: "Father Ying, he said he's waiting for you, you can come anytime you're free."
Ying Zijing thought for a moment, then stood up and said, "Then I'll go see him now."
**
This way.
Zhong Manhua and Ying Luwei have arrived at Qingzhi.
A month later, the rash on Ying Luwei's face had healed.
She went to the hospital for a follow-up visit, but the doctor still couldn't find anything.
If Ying Luwei hadn't been tormented by the rash for a month, she would have wondered if she was dreaming.
“Sister-in-law, Mr. Berg and the others should be over here.” Ying Luwei smiled. “I’ll take you there.”
"Wait a minute." Zhong Manhua took out a mask from her bag and put it on, covering her face completely.
“Sister-in-law, you…” Ying Luwei seemed to be stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on. “I’ve heard from the other teachers that Xiao Jin has been doing very well at school recently, and she even won an award at the arts festival.”
Zhong Manhua stopped talking and got annoyed: "Alright, Luwei, let's stop talking about this and go over there."
Ying Luwei knows what the limit is, and she knows when to say what to achieve the best results.
So she didn't say anything more, just smiled and pursed her lips.
The two arrived in front of the teaching building.
It's four o'clock now, right during a break between classes.
There are many students, and quite a few of them know Ying Luwei.
Because Ying Luwei doesn't come to school often, she only occasionally teaches one English class.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and most students quite like her.
"Teacher Ying."
"Hello, Teacher Ying."
Ying Luwei greeted them all with a smile.
Zhong Manhua felt somewhat uncomfortable and waited anxiously.
After waiting for five minutes, she finally saw a familiar figure walking out of the teaching building.
"Zijin." Zhong Manhua immediately stepped forward, deliberately lowering her voice, "Zijin, Mom has something to tell you. Pack your things and leave the school with Mom."
However, Ying Zijing didn't even glance at her.
Although they were walking in her direction, it was clear they weren't looking for her.
Zhong Manhua frowned, her anger rising.
Just as she was about to step forward and forcibly pull the girl away, an impatient voice came from behind her.
"Make way, make way!"
Berg was extremely anxious and, without even glancing at Zhong Manhua, rushed over impatiently.
Zhong Manhua was bumped to the side, and her foot, which was wearing high heels, twisted. Ying Luwei caught her in time.
"Sister-in-law, are you alright?" Ying Luwei asked with great concern. "I'll take you to the infirmary first. Since Xiao Jin has already been seen, I'll tell the students here, and we can come back later."
Berg was quite strong, and Zhong Manhua gasped in pain.
She glanced at her ankle; it was already swollen.
Hearing this, she did not refuse and had no choice but to let Ying Luwei help her walk.
Ying Luwei led Zhong Manhua to the infirmary. After taking a few steps, she casually glanced back.
She naturally recognized him as Berg Bryan, so how could she let Zhong Manhua act as a peacemaker?
Her reputation is ruined, and Ying Zijing won't have it any better.
However, as soon as she turned her head, she saw Berg straighten his clothes and kneel down.
The very devout apprenticeship ceremony was something he learned specifically from classic Chinese literature.
He clasped his hands together, his expression sincere: "Master Ying, please accept me as your disciple."
(End of this chapter)
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