True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Chapter 97: O Zhou oil painting master personally hit his face [3 more]

  Chapter 97 O Zhou oil painting master personally hit her face [3 more]

  He really doesn’t want to take a poor student to O State, or a top university like O State Royal College of Art.

  What's more, O State Royal Academy of Art is not qualified to enter the school because it won the first prize in an ordinary art festival.

  Even the top students in the art class are open to discussion.

  He Xun naturally did not pay attention to the art festival.

  He didn't have this skill either, after all, he took the three international classes of Qingzhi High School.

  He Xun didn't even know that this Qingzhi Art Festival was even shocked by Sheng Qingtang.

  The principal frowned unchecked.

  He did not expect that He Xun had such a big opinion on Ying Zijin.

  Not every student is good at learning, why bother?

   "I didn't think about it well." The principal sighed and took off his glasses, "Mr. He, let's discuss the Norton University interview."

  He Xun’s expression eased.

  The phone in the office rang at this moment.

  The principal picked it up, only to hear a sentence, and his expression changed: "What? Okay, I'm going now."

  He Xun raised his head, a bit of doubt in his eyes.

   "Teacher He, let's be out of company." The principal got up, tidyed up his clothes, "A distinguished guest is here, I need to go."

  He walked a few steps, and he seemed to think of something again: "It's a distinguished guest from O Zhou, Teacher He is good at English, let's go together."

  O continent?

  Ke Qingzhi’s teacher, no matter which manager he is in, requires proficiency in English, why did he still call him?

  He Xun stunned: "Okay, I'll go to the second year international class first."

  Time is too short, and the principal has no time to talk to him any more. After nodding, he hurriedly left.

  He Xun also followed out and came to the teaching building of the second year of high school.

  After sending the topics to be practiced to the international class, he went to the reception room that the principal told him.

  On the way, naturally passed Class 19 of the second year of high school.

  He Xun remembered the principal's words, that is, he subconsciously looked through the back window.

  In the last row by the window, the girl is wearing a school uniform with short sleeves, covered with a school uniform jacket, lying on the table and sleeping.

  He Xun withdrew his gaze coldly.

  I was still sleeping in class, and I didn’t change my life.

  Students like this, there is nothing to save.

  **

  A call to the principal was the head of the art 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 Art in O State."

  Berg Bryan, the honorary teacher of the Royal Academy of Art in O State, usually just puts on a part-time job and does not teach.

  Only occasionally will be invited by other schools to give lectures.

  I was always invited by others, and I haven’t heard that he will come by himself.

  Berg is good at baroque art style oil painting, and he is also a romantic painter.

  Baroque art is an artistic style that prevailed in O Continent from 1600 to 1750, and has a profound influence on later generations.

  Baroque art not only involves the field of oil painting, but also includes architecture, music and decoration.

  Even if you don’t know what Baroque art is, you still don’t know Kino Feng, an oil painter who was famous throughout the world at that time.

  But Chino Feng's oil painting style is too obvious, so unique that no one can imitate it.

  And Berg Bryan is recognized as the closest modern oil painter to Chino Feng in the world.

   "I know him, but—" The principal looked over and hesitated, "What is he... doing?"

  Indoor.

  A foreign man in his thirties is lying on the wall with his hands spread out and stroking him constantly, looking intoxicated.

  "Principal." The art group leader's throat struck, and said with some difficulty, "He is not hugging a wall, but the oil painting by classmate Ying Zijin."

  The principal was at a loss.

   Before I had time to react, I heard the man's excitement yelling.

  "Bravo! Bravo!" Berg hugged tighter, wishing to shove himself into the painting, "Oh, my goodness, my god, what a wonderful painting is this."

   "This is simply the hand of God, Kino Feng is alive."

  Principal: "..."

  Art group leader: "……"

  Not necessary.

  The art group leader coughed a few times, and couldn't help but interrupt his narcissism: "Mr. Berg, the principal is here, you can just mention it if you have any requirements."

   "Oh." As if only to realize that there was someone next to him, Berg turned around and asked directly, "Did you draw this?"

  The principal was still a little confused: "No, this is..."

   "Why did you not paint it?" Berg was impatient, "Hurry up, I want to meet the person who painted this picture."

  "Mr. Berg, please wait a moment." The principal finally knew why he came, and asked in English, "How did you find this place?"

   "Isn't there any art festival you have?" Berg was a little impatient, "Didn't I see the painting? Otherwise, who would come here."

  He hugged the painting again, and looked around with disgust: "There is no delicious ice cream here."

  "……"

  The head of the art group wiped his sweat again, and whispered: "Principal, the artists are all off the line, you can't be taken away."

   "That's it, I understand." The principal returned to his senses, "I don't know what you are looking for to paint this picture?"

   "Why do you talk so much?" Berg was angry, "Let me see you first."

   "It is a student who is drawing, and she is still in class." The principal pondered, "You have to wait a while."

  This time, Berg agreed very happily: "Okay, I'll wait."

  He Xun happened to be back at this moment, and he was taken aback: "Mr. Berg?"

   "Who? No time, no time." Berg didn't even look at He Xun, waved his hand, "Where is this student's class? Take me there."

  The principal had to take him away.

  He Xun didn’t even say anything from beginning to end. He frowned and turned his head: "Why did Mr. Berg come here?"

"Teacher He doesn't know?" The head of the art group breathed a sigh of relief as he sent away a big Buddha. He was quite proud. "He is here specifically for classmate Ying Zijin. I think he probably wants to accept classmate Ying as a student. student."

  He Xun's body shook suddenly, and he was immediately stunned. He could hardly believe what he heard, his ears buzzed as if he was about to hit him.

  Who is Berg, and how could it be possible to run a trip for a student in person?

  The head of the art group didn’t notice that his complexion changed, and he walked out with his hands behind his back: "Oh, I have to apologize to classmate Ying, too."

  **

  The self-study class is over, and Ying Zijin also woke up.

  She yawned, took out her mobile phone and looked at the time, and she saw the text message sent to her by Sheng Qingtang.

  【Little doctor, Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, are you interested? If you are willing to join the conference, I will ask them to give you the position of vice chairman directly. What do you think? =w=】

  "……"

  嬴子衿quan thought that he hadn’t seen the emoji, and replied two words casually.

  【Don't go. 】

  After receiving the reply, Sheng Qingtang over there was anxious.

【what! ! ! why? Little genius doctor, really, let me say that those old things in our club are not as good as you painted them. If you don't enter the club, it is really a waste of your good talent! 】

  Ying Zijin didn't change her mind, she held her head and looked lazy.

  【Because it will hinder my retirement. 】

  【……QAQ】

  【Reposting this expression is blacked out. 】

  【Little genius doctor, it was not sent by me, but by my bald son. Then, when you change your mind, you can contact me at any time. I have all the documents ready for you, and you just need to sign it. 】

   Ying Zijin yawned, and Fengyan became a little confused.

   "Father Ying." A younger brother probed from the back door of the classroom, "The principal is looking for your old man, are you going?"

   "I have something to do today, but no time."

   "Oh." The little brother scratched his head, "Then I will reject him now."

  He also saw a foreigner and didn’t know what he was doing.

   Ying Ziying gave a hum, opened the NOK forum, and accepted the C-level reward.

  **

  Ying’s old house.

  Zhong Manhua has not been out these days, for fear that someone will hold her back and tell her about the Qingzhi Art Festival.

  In order to prevent things from embarrassing her, she disconnected the Internet and phone calls.

  Anyway, she doesn’t want to control Yingzijin anymore. When time passes, everyone will forget about the misappropriation of works.

  Zhong Manhua picked up the phone, ready to call Ying Zhenting.

  The door bell rang, and the butler hurried to open the door.

  The person who came back was Ying Luwei.

The old lady Ying is still living in the hospital these days, and Ying Luwei has been avoiding appearances due to the Weibo incident, so she goes from the old house to the hospital every day to deliver Zhong Manhua's cooked medicinal meal.

   "It's Lu Wei." Zhong Manhua put down the phone, "The medicated diet is ready, just warm it up in the kitchen, and I will ask the servant to bring it to you."

   "Sister-in-law is in trouble." Ying Luwei pulled her hair around her ears and suddenly said, "By the way, sister-in-law, I went to Qingzhi today. I heard that the teacher at O ​​State Royal Academy of Art is looking for Xiaoyan."

  Zhong Manhua's hand paused, slightly astonished: "O State Royal Academy of Art?"

  Ozhou Royal Academy of Arts is not ranked in the top ten in the world because of its single focus on art, but it is also a university that many students dream of.

"I've also heard of Mr. Berg. He is a master of oil painting. I can't invite you." Ying Luwei was very puzzled. "Sister-in-law, Xiao Jin, don't talk about oil painting. She doesn't want to learn calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting. , Why would Mr. Berg look for her?"

  Zhong Manhua's face changed in an instant, and his chest was undulating heavily.

  What else can happen.

   must have cheated again.

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