He really didn't want to take a bad student to Ozhou, or a top university like the Royal Academy of Art in Ozhou.

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

Even the top students in the art class are up for debate.

Naturally, He Xun did not pay attention to the art festival.

He didn't have this effort, after all, he led the international classes of the three grades of Qingzhi High School.

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

The headmaster's brow furrowed imperceptibly.

He didn't expect He Xun to have such a big opinion on Ying Zijin.

Not every student is good at learning, so why bother?

"It's me who didn't think it through." The principal sighed and took off his glasses, "Teacher He, let's discuss the interview at Norton University." ”

He Xun's expression eased at this time.

The office phone rang at this moment.

The principal picked it up, only to hear it, and his expression changed: "What? Okay, okay, I'll go. ”

He Xun raised his head, his eyes revealing a little doubt.

"Teacher He, miss me." The headmaster got up and straightened his clothes, "There's a distinguished guest coming, I need to go." ”

He walked a few steps, and seemed to remember something: "It's a distinguished guest from Ozhou, Teacher He's good English, let's go together." ”

O continent?

But Qingzhi's teacher, no matter which management it is, requires him to be proficient in English, why did he still call him?

He Xun was stunned: "Okay, I'll go to the sophomore international class first." ”

The time was too urgent, and the principal didn't have time to talk to him more, so he nodded and left in a hurry.

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

After handing out the topics to be practiced for the international class, he went to the reception room that the principal had told him.

Halfway through, I naturally passed by 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 and a school uniform jacket, lying on the table and sleeping.

He Xun retracted his gaze very coldly.

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

Such a student is hopeless after all.

**

A phone call called the principal and it was the head of the art group.

He wiped his sweat, pointed to the inside of the door, and said in a low voice, "Headmaster, this is Mr. Berg Bryan, from the Royal Academy of Art on Ozhou. ”

Berg Bryan, an honorary teacher at the Royal Academy of Art in Ozhou, usually only takes an idle position and does not teach.

Only occasionally I am invited by other schools to give lectures.

It's always been someone who invites him, and I've never heard of him running over on his own.

Berg was a painter of the Baroque style and a Romantic painter.

Baroque art is an art style that flourished in O from 1600 to 1750 and has had a profound influence on later generations.

Baroque art was not only involved in the field of oil painting, but also included architecture, music and decoration.

Even if you don't know what Baroque art is, you won't be unaware of Chino Feng, a world-famous oil painter at the time.

But Chino Feng's style of painting is so obvious that no one can imitate it.

Berg Bryan is now recognized as the closest modern oil painter to Chino Von in the world.

"I know him, but—" The Headmaster looked over and hesitated, "he's ...... What are you doing? ”

Indoors.

A foreign man in his thirties was lying on the wall, his hands outstretched, constantly stroking, as if he were fascinated.

"Headmaster." The head of the art group's throat stood, and said with some difficulty, "He didn't hug the wall, it was the oil painting of Ying Zijin." ”

The principal was stunned.

Before he could react, he heard the man's excited screams.

“Bravo！ Bravo！ Berg hugged him tighter, and wanted to stuff himself into the painting, "Oh my God, my God, what a wonderful painting." ”

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

Principal: "......"

Art Team Leader: "......"

Not necessarily.

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

"Oh." As if he had just noticed that there was someone next to him, Berg turned around and asked directly, "You painted this?" ”

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

"What are you doing here if you didn't draw it?" Berg was impatient, "Hurry up, I want to see the person who painted this picture." ”

"Mr. Berg, please wait." The headmaster finally knew why he had come and asked in English, "How did you find this place?" ”

"Didn't you have a festival?" Berg was a little impatient, "Didn't I see the painting?" Otherwise, somebody would come here. ”

He hugged the painting tightly again and looked around with disgust: "There is no good ice cream here." ”

“……”

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

"That's right, I see." The headmaster came back to his senses, "I wonder what you're looking for the person who painted this picture for?" ”

"Why are you talking so much?" Berg was angry, "Let me see you first." ”

"It's for the students who draw, and she's still in class." The headmaster pondered, "You'll have to wait a while. ”

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

He Xun happened to come back at this time, and was stunned: "Mr. Berg? ”

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

The headmaster had no choice but to take him away.

He Xun didn't even say a word from beginning to end, he frowned and turned his head: "Why did Mr. Berg come here?" ”

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

He Xun's body shook suddenly, and he was immediately stunned, almost unable to believe what he had heard.

Who is Berg, and how is it possible to run for a student himself?

But......

He Xun pursed his lips tightly, his expression ugly.

The leader of the art group didn't notice that He Xun's complexion had changed, and walked out with his hands behind his back: "Alas, I also have to apologize to classmate Ying." ”

**

After the self-study class, Ying Zijin also woke up.

She yawned, took out her phone and glanced at the time, and saw the text message Sheng Qingtang sent her.

[Little Divine Doctor, are you interested in the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association? If you are willing to join, I will ask them to give you the position of vice president directly, what do you think? =w=】

“……”

Ying Zijin didn't see the emoji, and replied with two words casually.

[Don't go.] 】

After Sheng Qingtang received the reply, he was suddenly anxious.

[Ah!! Why? Little Divine Doctor, really, you let me say that those old things in our club are not as good as your drawings, and you are really wasting your good talent if you don't enter the club! 】

Ying Zijin did not change her mind, she propped up her head and looked lazy.

[Because it will hinder my retirement.] 】

【…… QAQ】

[This expression is blacked out again.] 】

[Little Divine Doctor, I didn't send it, it was sent by my bald son, so when do you change your mind, come to me at any time, I have all the documents ready for you, and you can sign it. 】

Ying Zijin yawned, and the phoenix eyes became a little confused.

"Daddy." A younger brother probed from the back door of the classroom, "Principal, he's looking for your old man, are you going?" ”

"I have something to do today, and I am not available."

"Oh." The little brother scratched his head, "Then I'll reject him now." ”

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

Ying Zijin snorted, opened the NOK forum, and accepted the C-level bounty.

**

The old house of the Ying family.

Zhong Manhua hasn't gone out for the past few days, for fear that someone will stop her and tell her about the Qingzhi Art Festival.

In order to prevent something embarrassing for her, she cut off the internet and phone calls.

Anyway, she doesn't want to care about Ying Zijin, and when time passes, everyone will forget about the theft of the work.

Zhong Manhua picked up the phone and prepared to call Ying Zhenting.

The doorbell rang, and the housekeeper hurried to open the door.

The person who came back was Ying Luwei.

Mrs. Ying is still living in the hospital these days, and Ying Luwei has been avoiding showing up because of the Weibo incident, so she goes to the hospital from the old house every day to deliver Zhong Manhua's stewed medicinal food.

"It's Luvi." Zhong Manhua put down the phone, "The medicinal food is ready, just warm it in the kitchen, I'll ask the maid to bring it to you." ”

"I'm sorry sister-in-law." Ying Luwei pulled the hair around her ears, and suddenly said, "By the way, sister-in-law, I went to Qingzhi today, and I heard that the teacher of the Royal Academy of Art in Ozhou is looking for Xiaojin." ”

Zhong Manhua's hand paused, slightly stunned: "Ozhou Royal Academy of Arts? ”

The Royal Academy of Art is not ranked in the top 10 in the world because of its single focus on art, but it is also a dream university for many students.

"I've heard of this Mr. Berg, he's a master of oil painting, the kind you can't even invite." Ying Luwei was puzzled, "Sister-in-law, Xiaojin, she doesn't want to talk about oil painting, calligraphy and Chinese painting are not willing to learn, why would Mr. Berg look for her?" ”

Zhong Manhua's face changed instantly, and his chest rose and fell heavily in anger.

What else.

It must have been cheating again.

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