Cui Yuan stood on the stage indifferently, he watched Fang Jun invite everyone Wu to come to the stage to present the award to Zhang Zibo, looked at everyone in Wu boasting about Zhang Zibo with a smile, and watched everyone in the audience swarm up and surround Zhang Zibo in the middle.

Watching them enthusiastically congratulate, say goodbye, and cheer to Zhang Zibo, and watch Zhang Zibo being lifted up and thrown into the air by a few students from Mochizuki Academy.

looked at those little ladies with radiant spirits, staring at Zhang Zibo with burning eyes.

He just stood and watched Zhang Zibo, an unknown person, shine in the welcome of guests.

This is a feast and carnival that belongs to the victor, all of this should have been his, it should have been his Cui Yuan's.

But now it is not him who has all this, and it is not him Cui Yuan who is surrounded by all the stars and moons.

It's the ordinary Zhang Zibo.

He was even squeezed by the crowd that frantically poured onto the stage and almost fell off the stage.

No one noticed him, and now in their eyes, there is only Zhang Zibo alone, who cares about the mood of a loser.

Resentment and jealousy bind him like a poisonous snake.

He was jealous of Zhang Zibo's scenery at the moment, and he snatched away the scenery and honor that originally belonged to him.

He resented Wu Dajia's eyes, and it was clear that his paintings were better than Zhang Zibo's, but he said that Zhang Zibo's painting was ingenious and his artistic conception was far away.

Cui Yuan looked coldly at the Wu family who was smiling at Zhang Zibo on the stage.

His current sadness, loss, and humiliation of being ignored are all caused by the Wu family.

What a famous calligrapher and painter, what a great Confucian calligrapher and painter. Bah. A bad old man who doesn't know the goods.

He has written down everything that happened today, and one day if he is on the rise, he will not let him go, and he will not let go of that Zhang Zibo.

This season's calligraphy and painting competition came to an end.

Chen Jialangjun and others couldn't help but sigh a little at this result. They didn't expect Cui Yuan to lose. And he lost so completely.

Li Jialangjun pointed to Cui Yuan, who seemed to have been drained of his strength on the stage, as if he had lost his soul, and said, "Chen Jialangjun, should we go up and comfort Cui Lang." ”

"Well, let's go, presumably Cui Lang won't feel good now." The three of them walked on stage hand in hand.

Because many people have come to the stage. The seats under the stage were quite empty.

After a few drinkers finished drinking, after watching the excitement, they all served some tea. began to listen to the song and enjoy the moon and chatted, and everything returned to its original state.

For them, who wins or loses has nothing to do with them, they are just ordinary spectators. They're just here to join in the fun. It's just fun.

Now I've got over the excitement and laughed.

The drinkers began to talk about other topics, looking for the next thing to enjoy.

Another piece of braised pork entered her stomach, Ling'er patted her bulging belly, and said contentedly, "Sister, I'm full." The food here is so delicious. ”

Seeing Xue Qingyi nodded, his eyes looked at the brother on the stage again. Ling'er couldn't help but think about it a little more, it seems that her sister seems to care about that brother very much.

Ling'er also turned to look at the platform. Seeing so many people surrounding Zhang Zibo on the stage, and the elder brother hanging alone, Ling'er sighed, "Sister, that brother is so pitiful?" ”

Wretched? Cui Yuan is pitiful? The corners of Xue Qingyi's mouth hooked up a sneer, "What is he pitiful?" ”

If he hadn't been carried away by fame and fortune, if he hadn't deceived Zhang Yi's trust and obtained the quota for the competition, all this would not have happened at all.

So Cui Yuan is not pitiful, and he is not worthy of everyone's sympathy.

Looking at the snake-like eyes he is now staring at Zhang Zibo and Wu Jiajia, you can know how easy he is to hold grudges

There is no room for the sinister villain of people.

"Sixth sister, I also think that student named Cui Yuan is quite pitiful, I thought he would win? I didn't expect him to even be in the top three. You say how sad and disappointed a person should be if he had such high expectations at the beginning, but in the end they fell, and his expectations were disappointed. Xiao Chuchu said.

"And I look at his paintings pretty well, I don't know why Wu gave him such a low score."

I believe that many people can't figure this out.

"Wu everyone gave him such a low score, which can only show that his painting is really poor, and it is indeed inferior to Zhang Zibo of Mochizuki Academy. Celebrities and Confucians like the Wu family will not make a difference at will and bury talents. ”

Xue Qingyi smiled.

Ling'er looked at Xue Qingyi with doubts, isn't it because my sister has been paying so much attention to this brother? Why is it that what she says now seems to mean that this brother is not good?

Xiao Chuchu didn't understand the quality of the painting style, she just felt that Cui Yuan, who was standing alone now, was a little pitiful.

If Ye Linglong of Linglong Splendid Village can't look down on her embroidery skills today, maybe she will be as sad and lost as this Cui Yuan.

At this time, the waiter brought a pot of rose tea that Xue Qingyi had just ordered for them.

Xue Qingyi personally poured a glass for Xiao Chuchu and Ling'er, and said to Xiao Chuchu on the side. "Chu Chu, you look at Ling'er for a while, I'll go settle the bill and come back immediately."

Xiao Chuchu smiled and nodded, and Xue Qingyi got up and left the table.

On that side, Chen Jialangjun and Li Jialangjun and other three Langjun came to the stage together and walked to Cui Yuan's side. Chen Jialangjun patted Cui Yuan on the shoulder and comforted, "Cui Lang, don't be sad, it's just a small quarterly competition, don't take it to heart." I lost this time, and I'll do it again next time. Let's go have another drink. ”

Cui Yuan's face was cold, what is a small quarterly competition? Are they here to laugh at him, too? Lost this time, come back next time? Aren't his jokes enough? Do you want to do it again?

Another drink? Why Cheers? Cheers to his failure?

Cui Yuan glanced at Chen Jialangjun coldly, shook off his hand vigorously, threw his wide sleeves, and walked off the stage without looking at everyone.

Chen Jialangjun looked at the hand that was slapped back in mid-air and was stunned for a moment. It took a long time to come back to his senses and put down his hand.

"Chen Jialangjun. Cui Lang, what's wrong? He seems to be angry? I've never seen him lose his temper so much. Li Jialang said.

"Maybe I didn't win the game today, so I'm not happy." Chen Jialang said authentically.

He thought that Cui Lang's temper was the best among the four of them, but he didn't expect him to have a temper that was even stronger than the four of them.

"Let's go, let's go back to the academy early." Chen Jialangjun said.

Several people stepped down in frustration, and no one expected that today would be such an ending. (To be continued.) )