He was on fire at the apex of Yan Ye's heart

Chairman Fang excitedly said: "Yuehuai? Who is Yuehuai's classmate? Could you please come up."

Yue Huai raised his eyes lazily, and instructed Jiang Zhao directly, "Tell him I'm not here."

He didn't want to go up, he just wanted to make money, not high-profile.

Jiang Zhao: "..."

Ruan Susu: "..."

Moon Emperor Bull B.

Jiang Zhao stood up, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I'm sorry, Chairman Fang, Yue... Yue Huang went out to answer the phone, and he's not here."

headmaster:"……"

He clearly saw someone, does this kid think he is blind?

After a pause, he still chose not to expose Jiang Zhao's lies.

The people in Class [-] listened to Yuehuai the most. If Yuehuang asked Brother Jiang to say that he was not there, it meant that Yuehuang was there or not.

Those in the elite class, Ji Xiaozhen, Huo Nanzhou and the others were unwilling to speak.

The face hurts too much.

They didn't want to be slapped in the face by Yue Huai.

Yue Yize hesitated for a moment, and was about to stand up, but was interrupted by the enthusiasm on the stage.

Yan Chen casually said, "President Fang, children are afraid of strangers, if you want to see them, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

President Fang thought about it, and nodded with a smile, "I'm in a hurry, so let's move on to the next one."

The next work is the oil painting of Yue Yize.

What he painted was a portrait, and the figure in the painting was Huo Nanzhou.

Seeing Huo Nanzhou looking at him, he smiled embarrassedly, "When I was in the classroom that day, I suddenly had the inspiration for the painting, so I use you as the protagonist, Nanzhou, you don't mind."

Huo Nanzhou glanced at his portrait and said coldly, "I don't mind."

If it was before, maybe he really didn't mind, but now it's different, with Yue Huai's works of pearls and jade in front, Yue Yize's paintings are like tasteless.

His portrait got a low score, which made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Mrs. Huo thought the same way, and even gave Yue Yize a cold look.

Yue Yize painted Nanzhou, if she gets a high score, of course she doesn't mind.But if you get a low score, it will affect Nanzhou's reputation.

This made her very intolerable.

In fact, Yue Yize's paintings are not bad. He has oil painting skills since elementary school, is willing to endure hardships, and has aura.

If it was before, he might be the well-deserved No.1 in the oil painting group, but against the backdrop of Yuehuai's painting, his oils are like the contrast between elementary school students and college students, which makes people feel boring.

Several judges gave a score that was neither low nor high, but Yan Chen, as always, only gave a very low score.

In the end, Yue Yize scored 72 points.

Barely mediocre.

Yue Yize's complexion couldn't help but become ugly.

72 points.

Only 72 points.

Compared with Yuehuai, the difference is 26 points.

These 26 points were like slaps on the face, which made him embarrassing besides embarrassing.

It's embarrassing.

Yue Yize didn't even bother to look at the next few works, and felt sore, astringent and uncomfortable.

It wasn't until one after another exclamation sounded that he came back to his senses, looked up at the stage, and then was startled.

"Nanzhou, isn't this your painting?"

What was displayed on the stage turned out to be a freehand painting of the same style as Huo Nanzhou's, and the content was also similar, all of which were lonely shadows and cold boats, with large areas of blank space.

If I had to say anything different, it would be that the one displayed on the stage seems to look better. Looking at that painting, there is a feeling of loneliness in my heart.

Huo Nanzhou sneered, "Interesting."

His painting was not his own inspiration, but he saw it from an old picture album at home. When he looked at that painting, his sadness came from it, and it was just like a painting.

In fact, it is not imitation, but the taste is so similar.

But he didn't expect that someone would draw the same thing as him.

One of the judges on the stage asked in confusion: "What's going on? Plagiarism?"

Another judge said: "Probably not, it should just be similar in content."

And if it is plagiarism, who copied whom?

"President Fang, what do you think?"

From the moment the painting appeared, President Fang's eyes lit up.

value.

Too valuable.

I thought it was just an art competition in a school, and there would be no good things, but I didn't expect two brilliant and amazing works to come out in a row, which is really impressive.

Hearing someone calling him, he came back to his senses, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile: "It's not plagiarism, the contents of the two works are different. And this one..."

Mrs. Huo stood up abruptly and interrupted President Fang, "It's just plagiarism. This work is like my family's Nanzhou."

The audience exploded quickly.

"Damn, is it true or false? You dare to plagiarize in such an occasion, are you brainless?"

"It's getting cold. If you dare to copy Mr. Huo's paintings, I think the other party is getting impatient."

"Don't say that, it doesn't matter who copied who. And from my personal feeling, I think this painting is better than Huo Shao's."

"What's the use of being better than Huo Shao? Mrs. Huo has come to slap her in the face, plagiarism is undoubtedly."

The headmaster's face tightened, and he wiped the sweat off his brow, "Mrs. Huo, why do you say that?"

Mrs. Huo can't be offended. The Huo family is the big director of the school. If he offends her, his black hat will be lost.

Mrs. Huo said contemptuously: "Is there any reason for this? The excellence of my family in Nanzhou is obvious to all. It's not that others copied him, could it be that he copied others?"

Yan Chen's eyes fell on Mrs. Huo, and her eyes turned slightly cold.

President Fang's face darkened, "Madam, you can't say that. There are a lot of themes in the competition, and there are many similar paintings. You can't just say that someone copied your son based on the similarity."

"And even if it's really plagiarism, I think it's your son who copied the painting."

Mrs. Huo was born in a noble family, and she has never been refuted in person like this before, her face darkened, "Then check the monitoring, if it is plagiarism, it will definitely hand in the work later."

Yue Huai let out a snort, her brows and eyes raised slightly cold and dry.

Jiang Zhao couldn't help asking: "Moon Emperor, what do you think?"

Hey, this competition is really worth watching, it's not in vain for him to give up the game and come here to sit idle.

Yue Huai lazily said, "See with your eyes. Don't you use your eyes to see?"

Jiang Zhao: "..."

It was he who lost.

The principal couldn't afford to offend both sides, and after weighing it, he finally decided to listen to Mrs. Huo and have someone adjust the monitoring.

The works are all handed over to the teacher in charge of the art festival, and there is surveillance at the door of the office.

I searched for Huo Nanzhou first, and finally found out that it was the afternoon of three days ago, and then I found the current work.

Chairman Fang snorted coldly: "Should we score first before the monitoring results come out?"

He has been in the art world for so many years, and he has never seen any kind of painting. From his point of view, it is impossible for the owner of this painting to be a plagiarist.

Since it is not plagiarism, it must be graded first.

The principal was in a dilemma, and glanced at Mrs. Huo, "This...how about President Fang waiting?"

Mrs. Huo said coldly: "They are all plagiarized works, does the rating make sense?"

Yan Chen leaned on the chair, nonchalantly, with a slightly cold voice, "Mrs. Huo, before the result came out, you plagiarized with your head, did you see it?"

This was said rather bluntly.

It is implied that Mrs. Huo is blind.

Mrs. Huo's face turned blue, "Do I still need to read this? Isn't the fact right there?"

She knows the character of her family Nanzhou best, proud and confident, it is impossible for him to do such a thing as plagiarism.

Moreover, she has another layer of worry.

This painting was obviously better than Nanzhou's, and she was afraid that Nanzhou would not get No.1.

Yan Chen glanced at Mrs. Huo coldly, and said directly to the president: "President Fang, let's rate it. I'll give it 18 points."

boom--

Another high score.

The stimulation was too great, and everyone in the audience started to go crazy.

"It's a high score again. Does this Master Yan really have vision? He couldn't do it on purpose, right?"

"What is it on purpose? Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this painting is better than Huo Shao's. It's normal for Yan Shao to give high marks."

"That's right, and didn't you notice? The points given by Yan Shao are very fair. He never looks at anyone's face, or is afraid of hurting our young hearts. He gives some comfort points. He is straightforward."

"When you say that, it seems true. He also gave 12 points to Huo Shao's painting."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, only Yue Huai looked unmoved, and gave Yan Chen a lazy look.

Chairman Fang couldn't understand Mrs. Huo, so of course he listened to her and gave her a perfect score of [-].

"This painting has a steep style. Although it is simple, it outlines the artistic conception and has a sense of loneliness. I am sure that the person who painted this painting has a deep foundation. Not only is it taught by a famous teacher, but it is also very spiritual."

The other judges were embarrassed for a while, but decided to follow President Fang and gave points successively.

Including Yan Chen and Chairman Fang just now, the total is 99 points.

Nine points higher than Huo Nanzhou.

Huo Nanzhou's face darkened.

Yue Yize glanced at him, hesitated and didn't say anything.

At this time, if you talk too much, it will be annoying, so it is better to remain silent.

Mrs. Huo was so angry that she gritted her teeth and glared at Yan Chen, "Since the score is out, tell me the author's name."

She had a good look, which shameless person dared to copy Nanzhou's paintings.

The assistant subconsciously glanced at the headmaster, saw the headmaster nod, and started to remove the sticky note covering his name.

"This author is..." She paused, her whole body was dumbfounded, her expression blank, "Yue... Yuehuai..."

The camera also moved to the position where the name was written, and the picture was synchronized on the screen.

In the lower left corner of the painting, there are two words written in Xingkai, the pen walks around the dragon, and the iron outlines the silver painting.

Yue Huai.

Jiang Zhao immediately went crazy.

He held Yue Huai's arm tightly, "Father! Tell me, what else do you want? Tell me, tell me!"

First is grades.

After that is English.

Now it is oil painting and freehand painting.

Before he encouraged Yuehuang to sign up, he never thought that he would give him such a big surprise.

Yue Huai raised her hand and pulled Jiang Zhao away, "How else is your father your father?"

Jiang Zhao: "..."

He's crazy.

Others are crazy too.

Especially Ji Xiaozhen, her face was almost completely white, her eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs almost came out of the window, staring fixedly at the screen.

Yue Huai.

It's Yuehuai again.

How could it be him?

How can he have so many?

Huo Nanzhou was impetuous.

If it was before, he could still report a little luck, thinking that Yuehuai is just a good oil painting, which cannot compare with his freehand painting.

But now, he felt that he had been slapped in public, and his face was burning hot.

It's just too uncomfortable to be compared to someone I don't like.

Yue Yize was a little dazed.

He didn't believe it, Yuehuai...how could he be so powerful?

Chairman Fang also went crazy, "Yuehuai? Is that the author of the oil painting just now?"

Is he getting old, or is the world changing too fast?

It doesn't matter if you can paint well in oil painting, why can you paint so well even in freehand brushwork?

He can only write calligraphy, and after so many years of writing, he can barely write well. He feels like a waste.