"I think ......"

"I don't think so." Miao Angwen said categorically before the situation developed uncontrollably.

The scene was a little awkward.

The female reporter looked at her with unconcealed surprise.

In the surrounding crowd, there were also bursts of uncontrollable short laughter.

Miao Angwen realized that his tone at the moment was a little too cowardly.

He had to make up for it lightly: "What kind of art competition is there on the spot, it's ridiculous." You have time for some of this, and I still have classes to attend in the afternoon. Art in my mind is a complex and sophisticated serious subject, not a circus burlesque show that drills into the ring of fire. ”

"I think ...... too It's child's play. ”

The professional ethics of female journalists have long been sold.

Fortunately, he successfully suppressed the anger of being slapped in the face by Koukou, and after calming down, the on-the-spot reaction ability was still online.

She noticed Miao Angwen's unexplained retreat.

The reporter also immediately turned the rhetoric on his lips.

"Miss, you're naïve. Grades in school don't say much to an artist. Even the average person knows that galleries tend to value something bigger and rarer. Just as the official announcement of the three-dimensional universe says, what they value is the innovation, wildness, freedom, unrestrainedness and expression of ideas displayed by Miao Anwen's whimsy. ”

"Compared to these golden, important qualities, the sketching practice in school is simply not on the table."

The reporter found the words of the attack, "Miao Angwen is a rising star of art who has attracted international attention, and Gu Weijing is an ordinary classmate. Two people are not standing on the same stage at all. What is the need for him to prove himself through child's play class exercises? ”

"You're deliberately confusing concepts. It's like asking a mathematician to compare with an elementary school student who can do the faster addition and subtraction within a hundred, isn't it? ”

She questioned loudly.

"First, sketching practice is not addition and subtraction within 100, it is the embodiment of a person's pencil control and pen proficiency in hand, which can well reflect the level of a painter's lines and structure, clear and direct."

"We are art students, and art students are not better than painting. Than wild, howling like a monkey next to it? ”

Coco turned her face sideways.

Rewarded Miao Angwen beside him with a big white eye.

"What are you looking at?"

Miao Angwen's already bloody heart felt stung again by this monkey-like look, and couldn't help frowning and asking.

"It's okay, you're wild enough, you don't need to drill the fire ring, I'm more wild than I believe you will win." Kou Ko retracted her gaze, and the teasing meaning in her tone could not be hidden.

That's right.

Kou even once took a debate class.

In addition, even if you have not experienced the baptism of a debate competition, it is quite difficult for a reporter to rely on words to tear up the cheerleader who is in charge of a large group of twittering and intriguing girls every day.

"Secondly, even if it is addition and subtraction within a hundred. It's one thing to be convincing or not, not even the courage to compare—"

She smiled brightly, "It's not something to be proud of." ”

The female reporter couldn't help but be slightly scared.

She didn't expect a student girl to be so difficult, and the rhythm of the whole interview has gradually gotten out of her control since Kou Ko appeared.

"Finally."

Coco wrenched her fingers and gave a final blow, "You were the one who questioned Gu Weijing's grades in school just now, and now it's you who say that your grades are useless to artists. People say that women change without permission, but reporters are a little too shameless to be like you! ”

There was a moment of silence.

"Smack!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

I don't know who led the way, and with the first applause, it was like a chain reaction of dominoes that had been pushed down, and the crowd around them were all slapping hard.

The applause swept in like a tidal wave, and everyone shouted Coco's name in unison.

It's like witnessing her just complete a free throw line leap dunk at an intercollegiate basketball game.

This young lady is so funny and so fun.

Young people love heroes who dare to sing the opposite.

They will cheer for what Miao Anwen has just achieved, and they will also support Coco's wonderful performance in front of the camera from the bottom of their hearts.

Brave, confident, and measured.

They used textbook citizens' assemblies to give the applause and cheers of the ancient Greek orators who won the debate, and used them to support the little queen on their schoolyard.

Even the headmaster was smiling and slapping his face.

He doesn't like the rhetoric that female journalists say that an artist's achievements are completely divorced from school studies.

What a person achieves in the gallery is not at all due to the school. So what's the point of parents spending a lot of money to send their children to a school like Dulwich?

"Did you record the footage just now?"

He lowered his voice, turned around and grabbed the assistant in the principal's office with a DSLR camera around his neck not far behind him, and asked secretly.

"Record? No, you didn't tell me. ”

The office assistant asked, puzzled.

When there is a news interview in the school, an assistant like him will also temporarily act as a campus reporter, do some promotional photos, and update the content of the news wall on the official website of admissions.

When interviewing Miao Anwen, the assistant also took a lot of photos, but later saw that the situation was not quite right.

The poor Canadian principal broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't wait to smear oil on the soles of his feet, and he slipped away on the spot.

Naturally, he didn't shoot it interestingly.

"If you don't record such a good interview, you don't have a sense of camera at all. Hurry up and make up a few photos. The headmaster frowned, dissatisfied with his men's dullness at capturing the news, and a little angry.

The assistant was so aggrieved that he didn't dare to reply, so he had to pick up the camera and press the shutter frantically.

"Don't put the content of Miao Angwen on the official website for now, wait and see the situation first, but if the fraud incident is not clearly confirmed or groundless. Then the content of the interview can be put on the promotional page of Dulwich. Looking for the video taken by the classmates, I discussed it with the headquarters, and you can also put a copy on the official account of YouTube. ”

He whispered.

This reporter just didn't give him face, and the principal didn't want to save any face for the other party.

In fact, it is not Gu Weijing who has good grades and a boring personality that private schools hope to cultivate the most, but a public figure like Kokou who has an independent personality, critical thinking ability, and social influence.

In addition, Kou Koko's appearance conditions are so good, she naturally has a stage appearance.

The principal was at a loss for words, mainly because he smelled that something was wrong.

The water is a bit deep.

The headmaster didn't want to get into a quagmire and be taken advantage of, and he was even more afraid of tarnishing Dulwich's image.

It's not that he really scared a little reporter.

The average local middle school may be scared to face the camera.

When the principal of a branch of a large international education group like him in Yangon talks about cooperation with the government education department, he is connected with the main leaders of the city.

A Yangon TV station only.

He really didn't really care.

Coco enjoyed the cheers all around.

"You say that facts speak louder than words, and justice is in the hearts of the people. The students can't all be actors who are paid for in these four weeks, right? ”

She proudly crossed her waist, raised her neck proudly, looked forward to being a hero, and her proud little appearance was about to grow a tail and up.

"For Gu Weijing, everyone's reaction is the facts, that is, the hearts of the people. Whether it's good or bad, it's easy to see. ”

"Finally, I really want to talk about the aura in the paintings. Mr. Cao Xuan personally instructed Gu Weijing, and the photos of the works painted by Gu Weijing were hung there. Master Cao Xuan liked him and thought he had aura. You Miao Angwen thinks that Gu Weijing is not good, what are you? ”

Coco said seriously.

"It's just a group photo of celebrities, which is like a contract for an international gallery, is such solid and reliable evidence. I happened to be able to paint with Cao Xuan, which just shows that I was lucky. The gallery in Seoul signed Miao An-win, but it cost 100,000 US dollars! ”

"When I arrived at Gu Weijing, it was all good luck, and Miao Angwen's side was all hard work. You're a journalist, don't you think your preconceived position is too tendentious? I know that you have received black money, but I don't know, I think you are Miao Angwen's mother. ”

At the beginning, female journalists can still show objectivity and neutrality and speak for the people.

By now, being forced to retreat to the wall step by step, it is no longer possible to hide the tendencies in her words.

She also realized that the effect of the live interview was gradually crumbling.

But what can she do?

I received the money from the big guy, and when it was time to speak, I had to speak.

She had no choice but to keep struggling.

"As for some solid and reliable evidence, huh."

Coco remembered the never-fading pottery class in her distant memory, the fairy tale book that slipped out of her school bag, her eyes crooked, as bright as the sunlight in the sky had been dissolved into it.

"I know, but I don't want to tell you."

She muttered.

Miao Angwen felt a little tired.

Today should have been his most glorious and glorious moment, when the toddler baby elephant rushed out of the swamp and jungle.

The gray memories of childhood covered in mud and struggle have been thrown into the past, and they will be greeted by the golden land of abundant water and grass.

But in front of that girl's smile.

He suddenly felt that a certain part of his youth, a trace of reverie, forever, that could not be chased and irretrieved, was so shattered.

This smile is so sweet.

What the hell I don't want to tell you......

ＳＨＩＴ！

Even if it's a fool.

can also clearly read in the smile on her face, "Gu Weijing is the most powerful!" "He's so good", "I don't know if he likes him or not, I just like him anyway." "The little secret I discovered belongs to me, and I don't want to share it with you idiots...... And so on 1,635 sentences of declaration about youth love.

It turns out that it feels so good to be liked and liked by a person.

Miao Angwen found that the reason why he felt bleak was not because he was invincible and lonely sitting alone in the mountains after he completely stepped on Gu Weijing.

He's really just lonely.

When he was at his most beautiful, he didn't have a lover to share his innermost feelings, and Gu Weijing kicked into the gutter on the side of the road and was covered with dust.

will also be carefully picked up by the little woman who jumped out on the side of the road, patted the ashes, and said loudly to the people in the world that Gu Weijing in my heart is the best, I like him, and I am not afraid that everyone in the world will know.

The other party is not even his real girlfriend.

It's so fucking hilarious.

Obviously, there is Brother Hao behind him, a news drummer, a Korean awesome gallery, a sky-high contract of 100,000 US dollars, and the Venice Biennale waiting for him in the distance.

Gu Weijing, he didn't have anything.

But Miao Angwen still felt that he was the one who had nothing to do.

He hated Gu Wei so much.

He was so jealous of Gu Weijing.

He also ...... So envious of Gu Weijing.

The interview continued, Miao Angwen was not interested in being a big horse monkey here, he squeezed out of the crowd without saying a word, without looking back, and walked in the direction of the teaching building.

When passing by a roadside billboard.

The promising star paused slightly, staring at the sketching exercise hanging next to Gu Weijing's photograph.

As designed.

Miao Anwen will follow a path similar to Afrofuturism's avant-garde art, which hardly requires too high painting techniques, and even the brush itself is not necessary.

Avant-garde painters peed on white rice paper, and sold it.

He just needs to show enough distinctive characteristics in his work.

After all, the work is just a clay pot, and as long as Brother Hao uses a steady stream of cash flow to pour water into it, the price will naturally rise.

The innovativeness, wildness, freedom, unrestrainedness and expression of ideas - the promotional words on the gallery's press release were written by Brother Hao himself.

It was supposed to be just a gimmick that didn't matter.

However, at this moment, Miao Angwen really seemed to have an unrestrained beast roaring and roaring hysterically in his heart.

He wanted to tear the photographs and sketches in front of him to shreds, and then pick up the pen and paint a better work on the faces of the reporters, Kouko, and everyone around him.

Tell them in a dignified manner.

I just want to be better and better than what bullshit Gu Weijing is.

However, he couldn't.

Miao Angwen would rather choose to draw portrait sketches, still life sketches or something, and there is room for subjective play and confusion between right and wrong, but the basic skills of this thing.

To be able to draw is to be able to draw.

If you can't reach the level, you can't reach it.

Money can make ghosts grind, and money can buy 99.99% of the world's things.

Brother Hao's banknotes can make the vast majority of people in the world believe that he is the unique artistic super genius.

But he alone could not deceive himself.

He's just a fake.

The pen technique is the same as the feelings of liking girls.,It's the only one ten-thousandth that can't be bought.。

"I'm sorry, you can't."

Miao Angwen whispered to the roaring monster in his heart, and he kicked the grass that had crept out of the cracks in the stone slabs next to the billboard, and turned to leave.

“Fuck。”

(End of chapter)