"Bang!"

Zhuang Ziyou slammed his fist on the table. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Shame, shame! I'm so angry. He roared under his breath, furious to the extreme.

After Zhuang Ziyou dealt with the accident, he made a phone call and asked the 4S shop to tow his car away for repair, and then left the scene of the accident. He took a taxi to Yuzhou University, and under the arrangement of the relevant personnel of the School of Arts of Yuzhou University, he stayed at the Xianghe Hotel, which is not far from Yuzhou University.

The accommodation was arranged, and the receptionist smiled and said to him, Mr. Zhuang, you have come from afar, just take a rest first, and at 5 o'clock in the evening, I will pick you up and go to dinner.

Zhuang Ziyou naturally agreed.

Then, the receptionist left, and Zhuang Ziyou took a shower and began to sit on the bed and watch the news on his mobile phone.

As soon as he looked at it, he saw that the news about his car accident and conflict with Zheng Zhefan and his sketch PK had been posted by some big websites.

I saw a news article that was written like this.

Title: The famous young painter Zhuang Ziyou folded in Yuzhou, and the famous young talent Zheng Zhefan in Yuzhou was defeated in sketching!

The main content is that Zhuang Ziyou drove to Yuzhou University for a seminar, but when he entered the city, he wanted to grab the lights to overtake, and accidentally, there was a major car accident, hitting someone's Mercedes-Benz S600, and his BMW x6 was also seriously damaged.

As a result, Zhuang Ziyou didn't know that he had made a mistake, and when he got out of the car, he played a big card very arrogantly, scolding others for getting in his way.

This news vividly describes Zhuangzi's low emotional intelligence and wanton flaunting of wealth as full of ugliness.

It is equivalent to writing Zhuang Ziyou completely as a negative image.

Contrary to the sarcasm and ridicule of Zhuang Ziyou, this news article fully appreciates Zheng Zhefan's performance.

According to the news, Zheng Zhefan slapped the other party's face with Zhuang Ziyou's best painting, which made people never dream that Zheng Zhefan's sketching strength was so strong, even much faster than Zhuang Ziyou, and his painting was much more delicate and beautiful.

The reporter lamented that Zheng Zhefan is famous for live broadcasts and writing novels, who would have thought that his paintings would be so good?

It was through this incident that many people knew for the first time that Zheng Zhefan originally studied art......

Zheng Zhefan has such a good sketch skills, which shows that he has an extremely solid foundation in painting, and over time, if he works hard towards painting, it may mean that another young painting genius will be born in China. Moreover, the reporter believes that if Zheng Zhefan paints well, his future painting achievements will definitely not be lower than Zhuang Ziyou!"

After reading this report, Zhuang Ziyou's lungs were really about to explode.

He always thought highly of himself.

Since his debut, it has been smooth sailing and is sought after by many people.

This also makes Zhuang Ziyou a little unbelievable.

"Isn't it just a little faster than me in sketching? What is sketching? There is no creativity at all! You dare to use this to veto me, and think that the kid has a better future than me! This is so funny!" Zhuang Ziyou roared loudly.

He stood up and walked around the room irritably.

He wondered how he could save some face.

But after thinking about it, there are some clues.

At this moment, the staff of the School of Arts of Yuzhou University, who was in charge of receiving him, called him: "Teacher Zhuang, can you go to dinner now?"

It's already 5 p.m.

There will be a lecture at 7 p.m.

Therefore, it is normal to eat at this time.

"Okay, then I'll go down now, where can I find you?" Zhuang Ziyou asked after calming down his fierce mood.

"I'm right outside your door. The staff laughed.

"Then you wait a minute, I'll get dressed and come out. Zhuang Ziyou said.

He changed his clothes and opened the door, only to see the staff member standing in the doorway.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Zhuang Ziyou said.

"It's okay, Teacher Zhuang, I'll take you to dinner, and our dean will personally accompany you to dinner today. The staff laughed.

"Oh, Tian Qingping will come over, that's right, I have something to say to him. Zhuang Ziyou said.

"Teacher Zhuang, come with me. The staff laughed.

Zhuang Ziyou followed the staff downstairs and came to the restaurant on the 6th floor of the Xiang International Hotel.

When I came to the door of the private room, I saw that there were already three or four well-dressed men and women waiting there.

"Teacher Zhuang, welcome!" a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled and nodded to Zhuang Ziyou.

This is Tian Qingping, the dean of the School of Arts of Yuzhou University.

Several others were the main leaders of the art academy.

They also welcomed Zhuang Ziyou one after another.

However, Zhuang Ziyou always felt that the eyes of these people were meaningful, and they seemed to be sarcastic and sarcastic to themselves.

He thought to himself, it seems that these people have also seen the news.

Zhuang Ziyou was a little annoyed.

He snorted and said, "Hello Dean Tian." ”

It can only be said that Zhuang Ziyou is a little nervous.

If Tian Qingping didn't pay attention to him, he wouldn't have come forward to receive him in person, since he had come forward to receive him in person, he would have taken him very seriously.

What about his jokes?

The quality of people is not so low, right?

Then, everyone went to the private room and sat down.

After ordering the food and pouring the wine, Tian Qingping raised his glass and said to Zhuang Ziyou: "This meal tonight is to catch Mr. Zhuang's wind, let's raise a glass to Mr. Zhuang together." ”

So, everyone raised their glasses, and they were lively and wanted to find Zhuang Ziyou to touch the next cup and have a drink.

But at this moment, Zhuang Ziyou didn't take the cup he put on the table at all, but said: "Dean Tian, I'm not in a good mood, I can't drink this cup of wine." ”

Hearing Zhuang Ziyou say this, several leaders of the School of Arts of Yuzhou University were stunned.

They were all a little displeased.

They said in their hearts that they had heard that Zhuang Ziyou had low emotional intelligence, a big temper, and a big name, and when they saw it today, it was really true.

"Teacher Zhuang, why do you say that?" Tian Qingping asked with a wink.

"Why?" doesn't Dean Tian know why?" Zhuang Ziyou asked rhetorically.

"I really don't know, and I ask Mr. Zhuang to make it clear. Tian Qingping said.

"Hmph! I came to you this time, but I was really disgraced by your students. Zhuang Ziyou still couldn't help but say.

He was defeated by Zheng Zhefan in sketching, which is not a glorious thing.

Originally, he didn't want to mention it again.

However, when he thought of the overwhelming news, everyone above said that he had lost to a student who was studying painting, and his heart was panicked.

He felt that if he didn't vent it, he would be suffocated by this incident.

"Oh, Mr. Zhuang, what happened?" Tian Qingping asked with a confused expression.

He really hadn't watched the news and didn't know what was happening in the afternoon.