The design competition led by the Academy of Fine Arts of Beijing University came as scheduled. Song Fengwan was a freshman last year and helped a little behind the scenes. This year, some students have called her senior sister.

"Senior sister, your location is here. I need to go on stage to receive the award later. Someone will take you there."

The area where the award-winning students sit, close to the school leaders and sponsors, next to the front, when Song Fengwan sat down, there was a glow stick, program flow chart, and a bottle of mineral water on his seat.

There are also promotional pictures of Duan Wanbaohui Mall printed on the back of the program.

At this time, the students had basically settled down, and the auditorium was crowded with people. She was looking down at the program process when she suddenly heard someone calling her, "Ms. Song."

She listened to the familiar voice and looked up and saw Mr. Jiang.

He sponsored the last time the Art Academy gave away the old school. This year, he seemed to have invested some money. He was separated from Song Fengwan by two rows and kept waving at her.

Today I specially wore a suit, which was a bit out of place with his temperament, but he looked very well.

Song Fengwan smiled at him. He was about to say something, but the man beside him pulled and pressed on the seat.

"elder brother?"

"Many students are watching you, you look like a fool, you are shameless, I want it." The man said as he found a seat to sit down.

Young Master Jiang snorted angrily, "You are the most valuable to have your face."

"I feel very stressed when I lead a mentally retarded child out."

Young Master Jiang was stunned.

You are mentally retarded, your whole family is mentally retarded!

I cursed in my heart, and suddenly I felt something was wrong. My whole family was mentally retarded?

He came back from Jing's house last time, and when he got home, he roared crazy. His brother said nothing. The next day, two psychologists came to his house and said they were treating him.

Damn, his brother thought he had something wrong with him? He even took him to a photo ct to take a video and check his brain?

"I'm so good, I'm not sick!" someone shouted wildly.

The man looked at him indifferently, "You are crazy when you come back and play with dogs. I thought I was scared to death when I went to Jing's house."

Mr. Jiang snorted coldly, "You are just jealous of me now being with a good brother."

The man smiled helplessly.

However, he never quite agreed that he was too close to Duan Linbai and others. In his words, they were not from the same circle. You can learn things by following them. Don’t be too arrogant and keep a low profile. Don’t go out under the banner of others, as it is easy to become the target of public criticism.

Jiang Ershao knew it in his heart, and most people thought that he and Duan Linbai were friends with wine and meat, so no one paid attention to him, a playboy.

Song Fengwan sat behind and looked at the Jiang brothers who were talking with their heads tilted.

The two didn't look alike, and their behavior and speech were completely different. The eldest brother of the Jiang family was a businessman, and he didn't have the aura of philanthropy. He looked gentle and delicate, but he was also restrained and sharp. He was not easy to mess with. Young Master Jiang was more prone to it. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a brother.

Just when she was stunned, the school leader and the competition judge continued to take the seat. Qiao Xiyan came here temporarily and was arranged next to the president of the Academy of Fine Arts. The two of them turned their heads and said something, and they looked very familiar.

When Duan Linbai appeared, it naturally caused a lot of commotion.

Someone was still dressed very sexy, shiny, like a peacock, but fortunately she had a handsome face that was clean and handsome enough.

However, when Tang Jingci entered the venue, cheers and booed, Qiao Xiyan frowned.

Her facial features were cold, but she had a sharp edge. She was going to participate in a domestic event today and specially wore a cheongsam with a delicate figure. Among the judges over 50 years old, she looked like an exquisite vase.

The live camera was also capturing everyone's dynamics at any time and putting them on the big screen. When the camera fell on Tang Jingci, she was shaking hands with someone. When she raised her hand and raised her head, almost all students in the art academy noticed her hand.

The lens has no filters, and there is no modification at all. Her fingers are very delicate, and even the patterns on her knuckles are very light. The skin under the lens is so thin that it is unremarkable, as if it can be broken with just one touch.

Not like a man who works in handicraft art at all.

"I heard that many people are under the name of an artist. In fact, with gunmen behind their backs, they may not have that much real talent."

"So even if she shows her work today, it may not be what she did?"

"Who knows? Anyway, she has a completely different style from the masters and professors around her, and she doesn't look like the same kind of people."

...

The students below were talking, and someone had already asked Song Fengwan what works she was going to exhibit tonight.

"Will you know later?" Song Fengwan lowered his head to check the program list, ignoring these people at all.

After the party started, the discussion on the spot became less. After the previous song and dance programs began, awards were presented one by one. Song Fengwan’s special encouragement awards are usually ranked first. After all, the first prize and the special prize are definitely the finale.

When Song Feng went on stage at night, because the stage was closest to the rostrum in front, Jiang Ershao cheered the most enthusiastically.

The man beside him tried to narrow his presence.

I wish I never knew this mentally retarded.

But he was quite grateful to Song Fengwan. At least his younger brother was not as slutty as before. He thought that when Fu Chen and Song Fengwan got married, he would definitely give them a big gift and express their gratitude.

Qiao Xiyan turned his head and looked at Jiang Ershao not far away. The light was very dark. He couldn't see the man's face clearly. He could only hear his clamor and frowned slightly.

All the little boys are so crazy nowadays?

Is he still chasing him so hard?

In addition to some leaders of the Academy of Fine Arts, Tang Jingci was among them. All the previous processes were carried out in an orderly manner until the second prize was awarded, a girl did not step down with all the students, but instead stared at Tang Jingci.

"You have something to do?" Tang Jingci turned his head to look at her.

"Maybe it was because of your father's glory, but I really don't know what qualifications Ms. Tang has to stand here?" The girl's voice was not loud, and the chaos in the audience made some people around her hear her doubts.

Someone immediately wanted to take her down, "What's the matter? Let's talk about it later. The party is going on now. There are so many leaders in the audience, let's go down first." A student came over to persuade her.

The girl was very stubborn and stared at her.

The award ceremony was boring, and everyone was indifferent to the mood, but they didn't expect that there would be some trouble. Seeing that there was no movement on the stage for a long time, I knew something was wrong and it became quiet instantly.

"Are you guilty of driving me down? Don't touch me."

Tang Jingci laughed instead of anger, "Don't pull her, give her a microphone. If you have any questions, you can talk openly."

In fact, most people who engage in art have some quirks, but they are very noble. For example, Gao Xue's previous plagiarism has heard of stench and has been completely famous in the industry. He has always been despised by others in private.

The girl took the microphone and said, "There are many people in the school who questioned Ms. Tang's ability, thinking that you are not worthy of occupying the judges' seat, and even saying that you are favoritism and fraud to help Song Fengwan win the award."

The scene was silent in an instant, and Tang Jingci also took the microphone from one side, "I have heard a little about your doubts. First, whether I have the ability, I will prove it to everyone later, and I will also invite you to watch it up close on the stage."

"Secondly, the saying of favoritism and fraud is completely false. All the paintings we received were passed down to us by the school. There were only paintings and no students' names. I was the same as all the judges got."

"Although Song Fengwan and I are senior sisters, I am greatly influenced by Western genres. Her paintings inherited the style of Mr. Qiao, and the national style. Later, the list of awards came out and I realized that the painting was hers. You can check the scoring records I submitted."

"My rating for her works is relatively low, and it is ten-stage. I should have only played for more than eight o'clock. The personal subjective factor of the rating is too big. I like her, but it does not mean I like her creative style."

"If you don't believe what I said, you can apply for inquiries with the institute. There are 5 judges, and the highest score is not removed, and the average score is taken. Maybe there is no score for me, and her grades can be ranked second."

This is the first time Song Fengwan has heard of this...

It turns out that I was cheated by my cousin’s wife?

He actually said he didn't like his creative style? It's so heartbreaking.

He was really shot while lying down.

The girl was holding the microphone, and a trace of hot sweat had already oozed out of her palms.

"When this round of awards is over, I will prove like you, why can I stand on the judges' seat?"

Originally, Tang Jingci's works were displayed below, but suddenly, they changed positions with one of the teachers.

On the huge stage, a four-meter-square piece of rice paper was supported by a flat plate. She chose a few brushes and poured a stack of ink, which was like carving, with a rough knife and a fine knife carving.

The big brush stroked the ink and seemed to be unable to tell what she had drawn. After getting on with the lamb's hair, she carefully crafted and carefully scribbled, and slowly she had a trace of shape.

Several students around were pressing the corners, and some people followed them to turn the ink...

The girl was very close to her and only saw her standing there without any support. She held her pen and her wrists did not shake at all. Except for the ink wrapping, she had almost no stagnation.

She tried hard to see every step she took, but she moved so fast that she couldn't see clearly in some places.

In just about ten minutes, on the white rice paper four meters square, the Yuhe Tower, which was splashing ink in the art museum, appeared in front of everyone, and even the bamboo forest at the corners were vivid.

Everyone doesn't even know how she decorated the bamboo.

At this time, a picture about the stone sculpture had been played on the big screen. It was a picture of Tang Jingci carving a large stone sculpture, and the picture adopted a fast-forward process.

The ancient divine beasts were drawn with pen and carved with knives, and the movements were very smooth and clean. Although the picture only lasted for five or six minutes, it recorded in detail all the processes of her drawing and carving.

Then there were some works displayed, including some jade bottle carvings that everyone looked familiar to. Some of them even won awards abroad, but they were almost all signed with pseudonyms.

But Tang Jingci has a certificate of award, which cannot deceive people.

It is normal for these creative people to use pseudonyms.

Tang Jingci raised his hand and wrote a name on the corner of the rice paper, took the seal and dipped it in red mud, and printed his own name on the rice paper. "My father never uses his master's reputation to promote himself. He is afraid that he will be careless in his words and deeds, so he will bring bad intentions to him. The same is true for me."

"If you have the ability, go out and make a fortune by yourself, instead of fighting for your father."

"I have given the large stone sculpture in the video to your school. You should be able to see it soon. If you still have doubts about my ability, you can find me at any time."

In fact, Tang Jingci holds a few awards in his hand, which is enough to sit in that position, but she slapped some people in the face tonight.

Especially Josieyan's.

This person actually said he was disabled?
To be continued...