True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

He really didn't want to take a poor student to Continent O, or a top university like the Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O.

What's more, the Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O is not qualified to enter the school because it won the first prize in an ordinary art festival.

Even the top students in the art class are open to question.

He Xun naturally didn't pay attention to the art festival.

He didn't have the same skills, after all, he led the third-grade international class of Qingzhi High School.

He Xun didn't even know about the Qingzhi Art Festival this time, and even Sheng Qingtang was shocked.

The principal frowned slightly.

He didn't expect that He Xun had such a big opinion on Ying Zijin.

Not every student is good at learning, why?

"I didn't think enough about it." The principal sighed and took off his glasses, "Mr. He, let's discuss the interview at Norton University."

Only then did He Xun's expression soften.

At this moment, the office phone rang.

The headmaster picked it up and heard a sentence, his expression changed: "What? Okay, I'll go right now."

He Xun raised his head, a little doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. He, excuse me." The principal got up and tidied up his clothes, "There are distinguished guests here, I need to go."

He walked a few steps, and seemed to remember something: "It's a distinguished guest from Continent O. Teacher He is good at English, let's go together."

O continent?

But Qingzhi's teacher, no matter which management team he is in, is required to be proficient in English, so why did he still call him?

He Xun was startled: "Okay, I'll go to the second year international class first."

The time was too short, and the principal didn't have time to talk to him any more. After nodding his head, he left in a hurry.

He Xun also went out and came to the teaching building of the second year of high school.

After giving the international class the subject to be practiced today, he went to the reception room that the principal told him.

On the way, I naturally passed by Class 19 of Senior Two.

He Xun remembered the principal's words and looked at it from the back window subconsciously.

In the last row by the window, the girl was wearing a school uniform with short sleeves and a school uniform jacket, lying on the table and sleeping.

He Xun looked back coldly.

I was still sleeping in class, and it really didn't change.

There is nothing to save such a student.

**

The headmaster was called by a phone call, and it was the head of the art group.

He wiped his sweat, pointed to the inside of the door, and said in a low voice, "Principal, this is Mr. Berg Bryan, from the Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O."

Berg Bryan, an honorary teacher at the Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O, usually just hangs on an idle job and does not teach.

I am only occasionally invited by other schools to give lectures.

He has always been invited by others, and he has never heard of him running over by himself.

Berg is good at baroque art style oil painting, or romantic painter.

Baroque art was an artistic style that prevailed in O continent from 1600 to 1750 and had a profound influence on later generations.

Baroque art not only involves the field of oil painting, but also includes architecture, music and decoration.

Even if you don't know what Baroque art is, you still don't know about Chino Feng, an oil painter who was famous all over the world at that time.

But Chino Feng's oil painting style is so obvious that no one can imitate it.

And Berg Bryan is recognized as the closest modern oil painter to Chino von in the world today.

"I know him, but—" the principal looked over and hesitated, "what is he... doing?"

indoor.

A foreign man in his thirties was lying on the wall, his hands spread out, and he was stroking him in a fascinated way.

"Principal." The art team leader's throat choked, and he said with difficulty, "He is not hugging the wall, but the oil painting of Ying Zijin."

The principal was stunned.

Before he had time to react, he heard the man shouting excitedly.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Berg hugged tighter, wanting to tuck himself into the painting. "Oh my God, my God, what a wonderful painting."

"This is simply the hand of God, and Chino Feng is alive."

headmaster:"……"

Art team leader: "..."

You don't have to.

The head of the art team coughed a few times, and couldn't help interrupting his self-indulgence: "Mr. Berg, the principal is here. If you have any requirements, you can just ask."

"Oh." It seemed that he realized that there was someone next to him. Berg turned around and asked directly, "This is what you drew?"

The principal was still a little confused: "No, this is..."

"Why didn't you paint it?" Berg was impatient, "Hurry up, I want to see the person who painted this painting."

"Mr. Berg, please wait a moment." The principal finally knew why he had come, and asked in English, "How did you find this place?"

"Don't you have any art festival?" Berg was a little impatient, "Didn't I see the painting? Otherwise, who would come here."

He hugged the painting tightly again, and looked around in disgust: "There is no delicious ice cream here."

"..."

The art team leader wiped his sweat again and said in a low voice, "Principal, artists are quite off-line, you can't be taken away."

"That's right, I understand." The principal returned to his senses, "I wonder what you want to do with the person who painted this picture?"

"Why are you talking so much?" Berg was annoyed, "Let me see you first."

"It's a student who is painting, and she's still in class." The principal thought for a while, "You have to wait a while."

This time, Berg agreed happily: "Okay, I'll wait."

He Xun happened to come back at this time and was stunned: "Mr. Berg?"

"Who is it? No time, no time." Berg didn't even look at He Xun, he waved his hand, "Where is this student's class? Take me there quickly."

The principal had to take him away.

He Xun didn't say a word from beginning to end. He frowned and turned his head: "Why did Mr. Berg come here?"

"Don't you know Mr. He?" The head of the art group breathed a sigh of relief and was quite proud, "He came here specifically for Ying Zijin, I think he wanted to accept Ying as a student. student."

He Xun's body jolted violently, and he froze in place immediately, he could hardly believe what he heard, his ears were buzzing, as if he was about to be hit.

Who is Berg, and how could he personally run a trip for a student?

The head of the art group didn't notice that his expression had changed, and he walked out with his hands behind his back: "Oh, I have to apologize to classmate Ying too."

**

After the self-study class, Ying Zijin also woke up.

She yawned, took out her phone and glanced at the time, and saw the text message Sheng Qingtang sent her.

[Little genius doctor, are you interested in Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association? If you are willing to join the club, I will ask them to give you the position of vice president directly. What do you think? =w=】

"..."

Ying Zijin didn't see the emoji, and returned two words at random.

【Don't go. 】

After Shengqingtang received the reply over there, he was in a hurry.

【what! ! ! Why? Little genius doctor, really, you told me to say that the old things in our meeting are not as good as yours. If you don't join the meeting, you are really wasting your good talent! 】

Ying Zijin didn't change her mind, she held her head and looked lazy.

[Because it will hinder my retirement. 】

【……QAQ】

[Posting this expression again is blacked out. 】

[Little genius doctor, it's not from me, it's from my bald son. In this way, whenever you change your mind, you can come to me at any time. I have prepared all the documents for you, you just need to sign. 】

Ying Zijin yawned, and the phoenix eyes were a little blurry.

"Father Ying." A younger brother peered through the back door of the classroom, "The principal is looking for your old man, are you going?"

"I have something to do today, I'm not free."

"Oh." The younger brother scratched his head, "Then I will reject him now."

He also saw a foreigner, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Ying Zijin hummed, opened the NOK forum, and accepted the C-level reward.

**

Ying's old house.

Zhong Manhua hadn't gone out for a few days, for fear that someone would hold her down again and tell her about the Qingzhi Art Festival.

In order to prevent embarrassment to her, she disconnected from the Internet and phone calls.

Anyway, she didn't want to care about Ying Zijin anymore, and after a while, everyone would forget about stealing the work.

Zhong Manhua picked up the phone, ready to call Ying Zhenting.

The doorbell rang, and the housekeeper hurried to open the door.

The person who came back was Ying Luwei.

Mrs. Ying is still living in the hospital these days. Ying Luwei has been avoiding appearances because of the Weibo incident, so she goes to the hospital from the old house every day to deliver Zhong Manhua's stewed medicinal food.

"It's Lu Wei." Zhong Manhua put down the phone, "The medicinal meal is ready, it's just warm in the kitchen, I'll ask the servant to bring it to you."

"I'm sorry, sister-in-law." Ying Luwei pulled her hair around her ear and suddenly said, "By the way, sister-in-law, I'm going to Qingzhi today. I heard that the teacher at the Royal Academy of Arts in O Continent is looking for Xiao Jin."

Zhong Manhua's hand paused, slightly startled: "O Continent Royal Academy of Arts?"

The Royal Academy of Arts in Continent O is not ranked in the top ten in the world because of its single focus on art, but it is also a university that many students dream of.

"I've also heard of this Mr. Berg, he is a master of oil painting, the kind that you can't even invite." Ying Luwei was quite puzzled, "Sister-in-law, Xiao Jin, let alone oil painting, neither calligraphy nor Chinese painting are willing to learn. , how did Mr. Berg find her?"

Zhong Manhua's face changed instantly, his chest heaving heavily.

What else could it be.

Must be cheating again.

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