sketch……
As the head of the art group watched, he fell silent, so shocked that he couldn't speak.
"That's right. In all the competitions, the first place went to Ying Zijin." One of the teachers in charge of judging coughed, "So it's quite special."
In previous years, there have been many good talents, but at most they have won awards in three competitions.
It is already difficult to get a first prize.
It is almost impossible to get first place in all.
After all, everyone has their own expertise and no one is omnipotent.
But this time, there were actually all students who ranked first.
Is this still a human being?
The teachers and art masters who were in charge of the selection have also reviewed each other's works, and they are indeed flawless.
Giving a first prize is still too low.
The head of the art group remained silent for a long while before he said in a daze, "Ah, I'll post it on the bulletin board later."
——
As soon as the opening ceremony ended, this art festival had nothing to do with most students.
Many students carried their schoolbags and left the school cheering.
Before leaving, he did not forget to run to the senior high school teaching building to show off.
A group of senior high school students were so angry that they wanted to put down their pens, but there was nothing they could do as the college entrance examination was approaching and they could only continue writing the papers.
Wen Tinglan was not in the class.
He is a special student of Qingzhi and has many privileges.
Because of him, Qingzhi once went to Qingshui County specially to get him into the gifted class.
As long as Wen Tinglan can finally take the college entrance examination, nothing else matters.
So even if Wen Tinglan doesn’t want to take the midterm or final exams, it’s okay.
There are students in the gifted classes who have complaints about this.
But unfortunately, Wen Tinglan could even get full marks on the Elite Class test, which was recognized by the whole network as extremely difficult.
They are academic masters, and Wen Tinglan is a pervert.
The only choice is to shut up.
So while other students were doing their homework, Wen Tinglan was accompanying Mr. Zhong to rest in the student corridor.
Mr. Zhong arrived at school at 8:30, but before he could watch the opening ceremony, he was taken away by Ying Zijin and Wen Tinglan.
Although, Wen Tinglan didn't know why his sister did this.
Mr. Zhong moved a rocking chair and lay comfortably under the shade of the tree: "Xiao Lan, you won a lot of red envelopes from grandpa that day, do you have to promise grandpa something?"
Wen Tinglan looked at him quietly.
Then Mr. Zhong took out his phone and opened Weibo: "Come on, follow grandpa."
“…”
Wen Tinglan had a blank expression on his face: "I don't use Weibo."
“Ah?” Mr. Zhong muttered, “You young people, if you don’t use Weibo, you are even more behind than I am.”
He lost a fan.
He is unhappy.
Wen Tinglan lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips.
He really wanted to, but he was afraid of contacting the outside world.
"Xiao Lan, then tell grandpa what interesting things happened to Zijin when he was a child?" Grandpa Zhong smiled, "Did he ever roll off the bed while sleeping?"
He didn't get an answer, but got a look from the young boy that looked like a silly old man.
“…”
Mr. Zhong felt a little depressed, so he took out his mobile phone and started surfing the Internet.
The happiest thing for him every day is to eat fresh melons with young netizens.
"Wow, what did Wei Hou do?" Mr. Zhong pushed his reading glasses, "He actually asked the Chinese Artists Association to speak out."
Wen Tinglan raised his eyelashes and looked over.
[@Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association: According to reports, our director @Wei Hou who writes regular script has engaged in unfair competition and falsely claimed students' works. The situation is extremely bad. He will be expelled from the association and permanently banned. If such things happen again in the future, we will never tolerate it! 】
Attached below is a notice with the seal of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
and the signatures of the President and Vice President.
The China Calligraphy Artists Association is the head association, and the Shanghai Art Association is just a local branch.
The president of the Shanghai Art Association cannot be compared with a member of the China Calligraphy Artists Association.
Those who can enter the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association are all famous calligraphers and represent the pinnacle of Chinese calligraphy.
Even a genius like Lin Xi doesn't even have the qualifications to take the exam now.
Most of the older generation of calligraphers are low-key. Since the establishment of the China Calligraphy Artists Association, it has only posted ten Weibo posts, nine of which were reposts.
The first original Weibo post was an automatic greeting from Weibo.
The second article is the punishment announcement against Wei Hou.
As it approaches noon, fewer people are checking Weibo, but the popularity is still high.
In addition to calligraphy enthusiasts, passers-by also clicked in.
Because of many marketing efforts, the name Wei Hou is more famous than Sheng Qingtang.
[Oh shit, Wei Hou was expelled from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association? How serious a crime is this? I remember he is an honorary calligrapher. 】
[You don’t know?] Wei Hou shamelessly said that the high school student's handwriting was his, slandering him for cheating and stealing his handwriting to participate in the competition.
【? ? ? No, is Wei Hou out of his mind? He is a great calligrapher, but he does such a thing. He wants fame and status, but what is he trying to achieve? 】
[Isn’t it?] As a result, when Sheng Qingtang arrived, Wei Hou was exposed at once. 】
Do you know what the funniest thing is? Didn’t Wei Hou impersonate someone else’s student’s name? The student was not interested and wrote a better one in front of me. I was there and I will show you the video [Video]]
When Mr. Zhong opened the video, his brows furrowed immediately. “This Wei Hou pretended to be Zi Jin’s name?”
He stood up angrily: "What a shameless old man, bullying a child, I'm going to beat him up."
Wen Tinglan paused.
He finally understood why his sister asked him to bring Mr. Zhong here.
Because if Mr. Zhong was at the scene, he would definitely roll up his sleeves and kick the guy.
"Xiao Lan, follow grandpa." Old Master Zhong was furious. "Grandpa will take you to vent your anger on your sister."
——
Wei Hou naturally also saw the Weibo post.
But when he saw it, it was already afternoon.
Just a few minutes ago, another director of the China Calligraphy Artists Association came to his door in person, brought a penalty notice, and confiscated his certificate.
Wei Hou's face turned pale. He had never expected things to turn out like this.
It's not like he hasn't done this before.
When he took the qualification examination for the China Calligraphy Artists Association, the calligraphy he used was not actually his own, but that of another examiner.
But the examiner was not as famous as him, had no evidence, and had no background.
I could only watch helplessly as my works were taken away by him, with no one to turn to for help.
Afterwards, Wei Hou took the honorary certificate from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association and went to the examiner's home to show off.
What can we do to him?
But now, Sheng Qingtang asked the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association to investigate him thoroughly, and they also found out the incident.
Not only was he fired, his reputation was completely ruined.
Completely disgraced.
What Wei Hou cared about most were reputation and money, and now he was about to lose both.
They are 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 called her and said in a cold voice, "Zhong Zhiwan, you dare to set a trap for me? I tell you, if I don't live well, you won't live well either."
"You gave me this calligraphy, which means you stole it. You can't run away!"
When Zhong Zhiwan received the call, he was standing in front of Gong Lan.
She frowned when she heard that, and first glanced at the other students before walking into the grove nearby.
"Master Wei Hou, I don't know what you are talking about." Zhong Zhiwan smiled, "It was you who was greedy and wanted to take credit for my cousin's work. Why are you blaming me now?"
"My senior brother clearly asked you if this was your calligraphy, but you just took it away. Could it be that I did this too?"
Wei Hou was furious: "It was you who asked me to put my seal on that calligraphy."
Zhong Zhiwan was very calm. She said calmly: "I asked you to do this, and you did it? Master Wei Hou, you are slandering me like this, are you ready to offend the Zhong family?"
Wei Hou's expression changed drastically.
Of course he knew the Zhong family.
One of the four largest wealthy families in Shanghai, with a very high status.
If it were in the past, he would naturally not be afraid of the Zhong family, and the Zhong family would even respect him.
However, he had already been expelled from the China Calligraphy Artists Association, and had also committed the crime of falsely claiming credit for works, so everyone was calling for his downfall.
"Master Wei Hou, don't forget, the name you used is my cousin's." Zhong Zhiwan smiled softly again, "My grandfather dotes on my cousin very much. Do you think he will listen to your explanation when he sees you?"
"Does he believe me or you?"
Wei Hou was so angry that he smashed his phone.
Zhong Zhiwan remained expressionless, blocked Wei Hou's number, and was about to leave school.
But at this moment, the crowd in front of the bulletin board suddenly became noisy.
"Fuck, what kind of pervert is Ying Zijin? All the prizes are first prizes?"
"Let's not talk about calligraphy, we saw it with our own eyes, but how come she surpassed Goddess Zhong in Chinese painting?"
"The selection must be fair. Zhong Zhiwan is not as good as 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 little unworthy of her."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Fang was a loyal admirer of Zhong Zhiwan, and he angrily retorted, "Painting is just entertainment. Look at Ying Zijin's overall score. Is there a higher score than Zhiwan's?"
"Comparing her to Zhiwan would lower Zhiwan's status."
Lu Fang sneered again: "If Ying Zijin's total score in the final exam next month can exceed 400 points, I will eat shit live."
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