True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

[Fuck, I am stupid, so she also wrote this character? 】

[Then she also said that this word is garbage? I can't understand. 】

[Before, you don’t understand, I studied painting in the Academy of Fine Arts, and every time I look back at the paintings I painted before, I feel that it is garbage. 】

[I am also me, I can't bear to look directly, still thinking how can I draw such an ugly picture. 】

[Absolutely, I love this classmate, didn't you say I didn't write this word? Then I will say that you think good words are rubbish, and then write one on the spot to hit you in the face, does it hurt? 】

[It hurts, Lin Xi's face turns blue. 】

Lin Xi became famous when he was young, and he was proud of himself.

He was an early teacher, and his teacher was a calligraphy master from Sheng Qingtang's generation.

This is the first time that Sheng Qing has been taught this way, and many people have said this.

Just because of "cheating" together.

Lin Xi is not a fool, he naturally thought of something.

As soon as his eyes swept away, he saw Zhong Zhiwan sitting under the stage.

Eyes are very cold.

Zhong Zhiwan hurriedly avoided Lin Xi's sight, his face paled even more, and his body trembled.

The Minister of Literature and Art noticed her misbehavior and asked with concern, "Knowing late, are you alright?"

Zhong Zhiwan forced a smile: "I'm fine."

She pinched her palm and looked at the stage.

Shengqingtang has a very high status in the art world, and Mr. Zhong couldn't even invite it.

As a person like Ying Zijin, how could he know Sheng Qingtang?

Also ask Sheng Qingtang to read her words?

What a joke.

She has studied calligraphy for fourteen years, and in the eyes of calligraphers, she is only just getting started.

Ying Zijin lived in Qingshui County since he was a child, and he didn't even have a teacher, so he could write such good characters.

It's so unfair.

Zhong Zhiwan let go of his hand and squeezed his school uniform again, fidgeting.

But she is the head of the student union and can't leave.

I can only bite the bullet and stay here, endure the jealousy in my heart, which is very tormented.

Wei Hou is no later than Zhong Zhi.

Sheng Qingtang's series of questions caught him off guard, and there was no room for rescue.

Especially when he publicly admitted that it was his words, and when the evidence came, it was a fatal blow.

"Wei Hou, Wei Hou, I didn't expect you to steal Ying's classmate's painting." Sheng Qingtang was even angrier, "You even put your own seal on it, who do you think you are?"

"I didn't steal it!" Wei Hou's face turned red as he argued, "It was given to me by someone else."

The barrage scolded Sheng Qingtang for the words.

[Serve it, others give it to you and you want it, but you have a big face? 】

[Check this Wei Hou and his students, there are probably a lot of things going on. 】

[By the way, what about the previous ones who played Wei Hou? Why is there no face? Wei Hou is not who, Wei Hou is a shameless garbage. 】

[Will Wei Hou have this female high school good? Did the keyboard warrior read the words written by others? 】

"Go away!" Sheng Qingtang didn't want to hear one more word from Wei Hou, "Let's not affect the city appearance here."

The two staff helped Wei Hou down again.

"You guys continue." Sheng Qingtang was still angry, "I'll go eat a melon and put out the fire."

The president of the Shanghai Art Association hurriedly said, "I'll take you to the resting place."

As a result, just after walking a few steps, Sheng Qingtang turned back angrily: "I took this word, you don't want to touch it."

Everyone: "..."

They don't even dare to touch it.

Ying Zijin yawned, turned around and stepped down, returning to his seat.

She just sat down and raised her head when she saw Xiu Yu and the group of younger brothers moving away in awe.

"..."

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly, her voice was shallow, and she smiled softly: "Don't be afraid."

"I'm afraid, I'm too afraid." Xiu Yu wrapped his school uniform tightly, "Dad Ying, you are really too sturdy, I have to admire you."

I have to say, this mental quality is really strong.

Moreover, she suspected that their father Ying specially set up a set, waiting for someone to drill into it.

Then Wei Hou got in.

"So that pair of characters is also yours?" Jiang Ran turned his head, "How come it was in Wei Hou's hands?"

Ying Zijin put on the baseball cap again, covering half of his face, only showing his chin: "Who knows."

"We have to find out." Jiang Ran sneered, "I would like to see—"

Xiu Yu said, "Who broke ground on our father's head?"

Jiang Ran: "..."

God special our father.

It's like he got married.

**

After a good show, the opening ceremony kicked off.

Outside the school gate, Zhong Manhua also came.

She got out of the car and was so dizzy she almost hit a tree.

It was the housekeeper who was quick-witted and blocked in time: "Madam, be careful."

Zhong Manhua calmed down: "When will the opening ceremony end?"

She would not go in at this time and let others know that she is Ying Zijin's mother.

"If it starts at nine o'clock, it should end at half past ten." The butler glanced at his watch. "It's half past nine now, ma'am, do you want to go to the coffee shop next door to sit first?"

"Go." Zhong Manhua nodded.

She was going to wait for the opening ceremony to end in the coffee shop, and then went in to find Ying Zijin.

Cheating!

Zhong Manhua looked ugly.

Her biological daughter, Zhong Manhua, actually did such a ridiculous thing.

What do the ladies in the celebrity circle think of her?

"Mrs. Ying."

A voice came from the front, calling for her.

Zhong Manhua's footsteps stopped, and his first reaction was to hide.

But it's too late.

A noble lady greeted her and was very surprised: "Mrs. Ying, it's really you."

Zhong Manhua stiffened for a moment, and had to respond, "What a coincidence."

"Mrs. Ying probably doesn't remember me." The lady didn't care, she was still very affectionate, "I met Mrs. Ying at the New Year's banquet."

Zhong Manhua's expression was cold.

What she doesn't remember is the family she doesn't like.

She lost interest in communicating with the lady and wanted to leave.

"Mrs. Ying, you are really amazing." The lady said at this moment, "I didn't expect your adopted daughter to be so good. You taught me well."

Zhong Manhua was stunned, suspecting that he had heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

She had heard this a lot.

After all, Xiaoxuan gave her a boost, and anyone she knew would praise her.

Can Ying Zijin?

It's a good thing not to cause trouble for her, is it outstanding?

"You don't know Mrs. Ying?" The lady was surprised, "Isn't Miss Ying Zijin your adopted daughter? Just now, I watched the live broadcast, she..."

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Zhong Manhua interrupted her, "Let's go first."

After she finished speaking, she hurried away without entering the cafe, but got into the car.

He also closed the car door, a stranger not to enter the attitude.

The lady was courteous, but she was lonely, and her face was a little unsightly.

"It's polite to say that you taught it, but you really thought it was you who taught it. What are you proud of..."

The lady snorted coldly and left.

**

in the lounge.

At 4pm, the winners will be posted on the bulletin board.

The next day, trophies and prizes were awarded to the whole school.

"President Sheng, since you are here, why don't you start the award ceremony tomorrow?" The president of Shanghai Art Association was very respectful, "This time, besides many talented students, you can also see if there are any as you like."

"Don't come, I don't have time." Sheng Qingtang refused without thinking, "I want to go back and grow vegetables."

"..."

The president of Shanghai Art Association didn't know what to say, so he could only say: "Well, look at Master Wei Hou's case..."

"This matter is not over!" Sheng Qingtang's anger resurfaced, "I will not be merciful. If I dare to do it, I must dare to bear the corresponding consequences."

The president of Shanghai Art Association understands.

The attitude of Sheng Qingtang directly determines the attitude of the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association.

Wei Hou's future is gone.

The president of the Shanghai Art Association thought for a while, and then said tentatively, "President Sheng, that student Ying Zijin, do you want to accept her as your apprentice?"

"What?" Sheng Qingtang was shocked, "You actually think that I am worthy of being her teacher?"

President of Shanghai Art Association: "..."

You don't have to.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Sheng Qingtang rushed people impatiently, "I haven't finished eating this melon."

The president of the Shanghai Art Association rolled away.

**

the other side.

Several art world masters and art group teachers are divided into several groups, and the awards in various categories are being selected.

There is no need to read the calligraphy group at all. Even Sheng Qingtang praised the characters. If the first prize is not given to Ying Zijin, who else can it be given?

"It's a pity." An art teacher picked up one of the words, "Zhong Zhiwan's writing is not bad. If there is no Ying Zijin this time, this prize will definitely be hers."

"How can this be compared?" Another art teacher said, "Zhong Zhiwan's word is not bad, but it's only an entry level. It's far from Lin Xi, let alone Ying Zijin."

Unexpectedly, Ying Zijin can write well at a young age.

Even Sheng Qingtang was alarmed, it was truly an absolute talent.

After a while, the head of the art team pushed the door and came in.

He first politely greeted several art masters, and then asked, "Has the list of winners come out?"

"It came out." Several teachers hesitated for a while, "This year's list of winners is a bit special."

"What's so special?" The art team leader took it over, starting from the first one.

His eyes suddenly froze.

Calligraphy, first prize (1 winner): Ying Zijin, Class 19 of Senior Two

Chinese painting, first prize (1 winner): Ying Zijin, Class 19 of Senior Two

Printmaking, first prize (1 winner): Ying Zijin, Class 19 of Senior Two

Oil painting, first prize (1 winner): Ying Zijin, Class 19 of Senior Two