Chapter 297

At first, she was filled with great surprise when she heard President Ma say that she was selected for her thesis.

But with the lessons of Miss Wang and Kuang Meimei before, she couldn't help feeling sad. She just buried the joy in her heart for fear that something might happen and make it become a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

She dare not laugh, dare not be happy, even dare not gasp for breath, for fear that a blink of an eye, a shake God, or a few words of Kung Fu, the situation will suddenly change, this award like cooked duck fly!

Up to now, she still does not dare to believe that she is so lucky to get the favor of "new art"?

Until she came to the podium, saw the students under the stage, each pair of eyes, are seriously looking at themselves.

She suddenly came back to her senses and realized that it was not a dream, but a real one!

Don't know why, she suddenly thought of white ink cold.

If he is in the same situation as himself, will he be nervous, incoherent and speechless?

In her mind, a cold and dignified man's face suddenly appeared.

The white Mo Han she knew seemed to be so unprepared no matter what happened!

If you see her now, he will look at her with his deep eyes and scold her with a cold voice!

She agreed to be his girlfriend and a woman standing beside a successful man, but she also wanted to shine! She doesn't want to be covered by his light and become his vassal!

Thinking of this, she felt like an electric shock.

Lax eyes, become clear again, deep in the eyes more and more clear incomparable perseverance.

She cleared her throat, looked at the stage, those short lost self-confidence, suddenly back to the body.

With a little smile, Lang Lang said to the audience: "first of all, thank you for your support, and even more thank editor in chief Su and new art for their appreciation of me. In fact, I have no experience to tell you, because each of you is special, and my experience may not be applicable to everyone. However, what I want to tell you is that for art, I share with you Like, have a warm heart, this is enough! As long as we don't forget the original intention and the original intention, I believe all of us will gain more in the future

The sound fell and the classroom was quiet for a moment.

The next second, the thunderous applause, burst like a long time.

Looking at Kuang Yi, Su Hua smiles helplessly.

That's it?

This speech is really It's a bit simplistic.

However, she was curious about the little girl in front of her, and wanted to know what kind of strong heart she had in her little body.

Take the microphone directly from the reporter's hand and deliver it to Kuang Yiyi's lips for a personal interview!

"Next, please talk about your creative experience of this paper."

Kuang Yi prefers to answer academic questions than those empty empirical remarks.

After receiving the microphone, she introduced in detail how she thought of this topic, how she prepared the materials, what problems she encountered in her creation, and how she solved them.

After the interview, Kuang Yi came out of the classroom surrounded by many students.

Wherever she goes, people keep saying hello to her and congratulating her on her success.

"Yiyi, you are so powerful!"

"Yes, Yiyi. Will you lend me that paper later?"

"Lend it to me, too. Let me have a touch of genius!"

"Get out of the way, can you stop being such a jerk and see me, see me, see my lovely little face, lend me the paper..."

Students vie around Kuang Yiyi and happily congratulate her.

I don't know who got up first. Two tall and powerful boys suddenly rushed into the girls and directly lifted up the petite Kuang Yi.

Then, the girls also joined in. A group of people held Kuang Yiyi up and threw her straight into the sky. When she fell down, they caught her and then threw her higher.

Three or four times in a row, Kuang Yiyi has long been scared to lose face and scream.

Not far away, principal Ma looked at the scene with a smile on his face. In a good mood, he took out his mobile phone in his pocket, dialed a number, and as soon as he got through, he told the good news: "Mr. Bai, it's done! Ji is very happy now

"Ah ha ha It's nothing. Don't say that. Although Su Hua was invited by me, it all depends on Kuang's excellent paper. Su Hua really loves talent and gives me this face. She is willing to come from Kyoto with her team in person. "

"Yes, please don't worry. I'm the only one who knows about it. I won't let Ji know that you said hello to me in advance."

Students enthusiastically refused to let Kuang Yi go.

It took more than half an hour for Kuang Yi to get out of the school.Her face is wearing a faint smile, beautiful like a bunch of new buds on the leaf petals, dark eyes like reflecting a clear spring.

This time, "new art" gave her a bonus of 50000 yuan, which really surprised her.

No matter what, the money is earned by our own ability. When we think of the heavy cash in our bags, we feel proud.

The first thing to go out of school is to go to the bank.

While walking, he turned out his mobile phone to call Bai Mohan.

Although it's not time for him to leave work, Kuang Yiyi can't wait to share the great news with him.

Before she heard the voice of Bai Mo Han, her lips rose high first, and her smile was brilliant.

After a while, the phone got through.

I don't know what Bai Mohan is busy with. After seven or eight rings, he picks it up slowly. His voice is still cold, "Yiyi, what's the matter?"

Kuang Yi couldn't see his face, but he felt his voice was a little cold for no reason.

Zheng for a moment, but still mention the spirit, happy to say: "white ink cold, I have a good news to tell you!"

White ink cold voice has a wisp of imperceptible intolerance, "say it."

Kuang Yiyi smiles with pride, like a fox eating delicious food. He is in high spirits when he talks, "didn't you ask me some time ago whether the paper on traditional Chinese painting was passed? In fact, the teacher didn't give it to me at that time. Later, I submitted the paper to "new art" myself. Hehe, guess what? "

She made a small sale here.

I thought that Bai Mohan would be very interested in guessing. Unexpectedly, his voice became colder and colder.

"I don't have time, just say it."

Serious tone, let Kuang Yi a little surprised!

How could that be? How did he get so cold?

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