I've been scumbag again

The competition started at 2 o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, with "Dream" as the theme painting, and the time was 1 hours.

Qi Jing walked into the huge competition venue with the number plate number 156.

A total of thousands of people participated in this competition.

Lu Sheng is number 166, not far away. When he passed by Qi Jing, his gaze sank and then became soft and harmless. He said sweetly, "Ah Jing, come on. Don't plagiarize again this time."

Qi Jing paused for a while while turning the pen, and raised his eyebrows.

Did Lu Sheng know that the original owner liked to plagiarize?

Looking up, his eyes fell on Lu Sheng's clothes. The white sweater was spotless, obviously changed.

Qi Jing raised his eyebrows lazily, and said in a flat voice, not caring: "Why, do you still want to be kicked by me?"

It was such a gentle and light voice, but there was a chill in it.

Lu Sheng took a step back subconsciously and looked at him warily. When he realized later that Qi Jing was just threatening him, he clenched his teeth a little bit, angry at his cowardice.

"Ah Jing, I look forward to your competition this time and hope you will achieve a good result."

[Son, this little bitch is too arrogant. 】As soon as Lu Sheng left, 333 couldn't help cursing.

[Son, you must teach him a lesson. 】

Qi Jingman casually glanced at the people who went up to say hello to Lu Sheng, leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair, with his slender long legs slightly opened, as lazy as a cat.

"Don't worry, I don't need to teach him, he won't be proud for long."

【But I'm not happy just seeing him like this. 】

The slender fingers placed paintbrushes and other tools, Qi Jing said casually: "For a person like Lu Sheng, the most painful thing is not always being in a low place, but being picked up high and falling to the ground."

Qi Jing didn't chat with 333 much, the time was up and the game started.

Qi Jing changed his lazy and casual attitude, his eyes flickered, his expression was serious, his slender and fair fingers held on to the paintbrush, and carefully sketched.

Outside the competition field is the auditorium, where candidates can see the competition situation of the candidates at a glance.

From Lin Zhan's perspective, he couldn't see Qi Jing's paintings, but only his clear and jade-like side face, slender figure, and slender fingers.

He draws very seriously.

For so many years, this is the first time Lin Zhan watched Qi Jing's painting live.

Even last time, in the studio of the villa, Qi Jing stopped writing as soon as he opened the door.

Lin Zhan knew that Qi Jing's painting talent was not good, and he also knew about the plagiarism, and even several times, it was him who helped the young man.

Looking at the young man who was serious about painting, Lin Zhan's eyes were complicated.

In my memory, this competition, the boy also plagiarized. After being exposed, he was deprived of the qualification to participate in all subsequent competitions, was cast aside by people in the art world, and finally stopped painting.

Xiaojing, did you choose this time too?

After 2 hours, the game came to an end.

[Son, your drawing is really good, I think you must be the number one in this competition. 】

"Low-key."

Qi Jing raised his eyes to look for Lin Zhan's figure. He remembered that the man was sitting there. He still wanted to question Lu Sheng about it.

But that place was empty.

Lu Sheng is also gone.

Qi Jing went to the company and was told by Lisa that Lin Zhan had gone to S city for a business trip an hour ago.

Qi Jing gave a faint "oh", turned around and prepared to leave.

"Master Qi Jing, don't believe the things on Weibo, I believe that Boss really likes you." Lisa seemed to be more anxious than him.

Qi Jing was noncommittal, and asked instead, "Were you there that night?"

Lisa opened her mouth, wanting to say that she was there, but...

"That night, Boss said he wanted to be alone."

Lisa wanted to say something else, but Qi Jing interrupted her, gave her a comforting smile, and left the company.

That night, there was still only Qi Jing in the villa.

Cooking, painting, washing, and sleeping are still methodical, but 333 is too dazed to speak.

The low air pressure on the boy's body felt oppressive even in this system.

Normally, although it calls "Er Zai" on the left and "Er Zai" on the right, it is just for fun, probably because it knows that Qi Jing won't care about him.

The next day is the day when the results of the competition will be announced.

Lin Zhan, who was supposed to be in S City, came to the school one step ahead of everyone else, and learned from the principal that Qi Jing is likely to win the first place in this competition.

On the table are ten file bags, inside which are the top ten selected from this competition, and reserved for the final evaluation.

Flick your fingers and pull out the bottom one, and the word "Qi Jing" is clearly visible.

Lin Zhan rubbed his sore eyes with his fingertips. After traveling all night, the man's deep eyes were bloodshot, and his brows and eyes were stained with fatigue.

His eyes fell on the document bag, and after a few seconds, he quickly pulled out the painting, before he had time to look at it, folded it in half, put it in the windbreaker pocket, turned and left.

After Lin Zhan left, a figure followed quietly.

In the afternoon, the results of the competition were announced.

[Oh, boy, don't worry, I bet, even if you're not number one, you're still in the top three. 】

Qi Jing withdrew his gaze from looking for Lin Zhan's figure, and gave a faint "hmm".

Qi Jing knows his painting ability, as 333 said, he can get a good ranking.

He hoped that Lin Zhan was also here, and he wanted to tell Lin Zhan that Qi Jing was serious about painting, and his painting ability was very good, and he was no longer the one who needed to plagiarize and need him to deal with the aftermath.

He wants to prove himself.

In the auditorium, the principal was presenting the awards, and No.4 had already arrived, a well-known young artist in Country B.

"No.3, from Wanteng Academy of Fine Arts, classmate Lu Sheng, his paintings are based on..."

In the back, there is a long list of content, conception, evaluation, etc. of the painting.

Qi Jing frowned, Lu Sheng? !

[Son, that little bitch actually got No.3?He is so good at drawing. ] 333 is unbelievable.

Qi Jing snorted: "With Lu Sheng's ability, it's hard to get into 100, let alone No.3."

【Then why...】

"It seems that Lu Sheng has followed the old path of the original owner." He really knows how to die.

However, when the winners of No.2 and No.1 were announced, Qi Jing was stunned.

[How come, boy, you didn't win the prize?It shouldn't be. 】

Qi Jing's face suddenly darkened, yes, it shouldn't, so what's going on.

After the awards were presented, Qi Jing immediately wanted to go to the principal, but was stopped by Lu Sheng.

"Get out of the way." Qi Jing's tone was cold, and the impatience between his brows concealed a vague hostility.

Lu Sheng's hands tightened tightly, a little timidly, but he didn't back away.

"Qi Jing, do you know why you didn't win the prize?"

Qi Jing raised his eyes and looked at him coldly.

Lu Sheng pursed his lower lip, suppressed the fear in his chest, and said with a slight expression of satisfaction: "Your painting was originally supposed to be No.3, but Mr. Lin took your painting away for me, and even tore it up to make room for it. This No.3 of mine, he gave it to me." Rose Novel Network, Rose Novel Network, everyone remember to bookmark the URL or remember the URL, URL m.meiguixs.net Rose Novel Network free fastest update without anti-theft and anti-theft. Wrong chapter. Please Find books. Chat with book friends, please join the qq group: 647377658 (group number)