Chapter 495： You can imitate Su Yanluo's paintings

She wants Lin Wenyu to participate in the national team to compete abroad.

But now, Tang Qianmiao's limelight had obviously overwhelmed Lin Wenyu, and he was crushed to death.

Not so good.

Although she brought the students out, she was selfish and definitely wanted to make Lin Wenyu more outstanding.

In the past three years, their teachers have put too much effort into Lin Wenyu and have high hopes.

Lin Wenyu did not live up to their expectations and his results were good.

If in the end he was pressed by Tang Qianmin, I felt a little bit aggrieved, feeling out of breath.

She didn't like Tang Qianyan, but she didn't like it for no reason.

Thinking about it, she walked to Tang Qianyan and suddenly saw a painting.

Very simple sketches, one glance at the past, a sense of familiarity blows across the face.

After looking intently, his eyes focused on the corner of the sketch, with a dashing signature printed on it.

She frowned suddenly.

Turning his head, looked at Tang Qianyan without saying a word, the unhappiness in his eyes was not hidden.

She knocked on the tabletop, interrupting the two of them.

Qianmiao just finished speaking, and when he heard the sound, he put down his pen and looked at her.

"Tang Qianyan, who made you paint during class time?"

Her fingers pressed the sketch.

Qian Miao leaned back in his chair and said, "It's class time now? There is no teacher to teach."

Wei Hongying paused, and her brows suddenly frowned: "You don't tell me these wrong things. You don't respect the teacher, run errands at will, and miss classes. These things have long been known to everyone in school. I didn't want to say more. I didn't know you would. I am really eye-opening when I am under my nose. Do you really think that grades are everything? If you have good grades, you can be arrogant?"

Wei Wu suddenly said: "Teacher, classmate Qian Mian is just lecturing for me, she doesn't have time to mess around."

"The teacher is speaking, what did you interrupt?" Wei Hongying rebuked.

She picked up the sketch and said unhappily, "You can imitate the essence of Su Yanluo's paintings? The paintings are not just like shapes, but they are powerful. The knowledge inside has grown. You can't imitate the essence. I can't. Blame you, but you also imitated someone's signature. Are you going to take this painting to show off in front of your classmates?"

Qian Mian hesitated and said, "Teacher, are you angry because I painted, or because I imitated Su Yanluo's paintings?"

Her sluggish tone is like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, with a soft tone in her laziness.

Wei Hongying was poured cold water on her as if she was not making trouble or being angry but was watching a joke, and suddenly calmed down.

She has never expressed her emotions too much in front of students, but now she is out of control.

She slowly withdrew her emotions, with a cold face, and said: "Put everything away!"

Qian Miao confiscated, propped his chin, and looked at her with a smile: "Teacher, next month there will be a special show by Su Yanluo on Xizhou Painting Boat. I just have a ticket on hand, but there is no time to pass, do you want it?"

Wei Hongying's eyes widened suddenly, as if they had seen some rare treasure, all of a sudden they shone brightly.

After a while, she walked to the whiteboard and said lightly: "No need. Just study hard during class time. Don't give me anything!"

"Oh, that's a pity, I will throw it away."

Wei Hongying bit her lip, even harder to wipe the whiteboard.

For the remaining half of the class, she was talking about topics.

Lin Wenyu sat in a small room, separated by a door, and could hear the movement in the meeting room.

These questions that Wei Hongying is talking about have already been told to her in advance, so it doesn't matter if you listen to them.

She just felt aggrieved.