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The teachers on the main platform were all seated. The principal walked up to the microphone and coughed a few times. The students who were whispering to each other had also quietened down.

The headmaster held up the frame of his glasses and began with a few official remarks, then summed up the outbreaks of infectious diseases in which the students and teachers were united against the high character of the disease and the spirit of not fearing hardship or tiredness.

The students below were drowsy from the lecture, but the headmaster was full of energy.

Finally, the speech came to an end. The principal changed the subject and said, "A few days ago, a student of my school created a painting called" The Old Man in Tranquility "and anonymously sent it to the Liefeng Gallery."

He glanced back at the woman in the suit and the man in the linen shirt.

He continued, "It's a good thing that she is humble, but we still want to know who she is."

The students were in high spirits, but the principal bought some information and praised the school. He praised how the academy raised its students, how the teachers were strong, and how the artistic atmosphere was strong.

He tidied up his clothes, put on all his energy, and praised himself to the reporter.

The two people at the back of the gallery, though well-behaved, could not sit still.

"The gallery is willing to fund this talented, intelligent student, and the school will not treat her unfairly. We will set up a scholarship to fund more talented students. And she will be the first beneficiary of the scholarship. "

Someone took out a cheque that was enlarged to a length of two meters from the backstage. The amount written on it caused the students below to exclaim, "Holy shit."

"When did the school become so generous?"

The amount written on the cheque surprised Wu Dong — — 500,000 yuan!

He turned his head to look at Sun Yirou and thought to himself, This girl is going to become a little rich woman overnight.

The boys who had been chasing her had not broken through the threshold.

Sun Yiru bit her lips, as if she was not excited by the money but instead felt a bit guilty.

The main highlight finally arrived. The principal smiled and said, "Next, let's invite this artistic genius who everyone is looking forward to."

The students cheered, some unconsciously turned to look at Sun Yirou, while others looked around at the others.

The principal clapped his hands and turned around. A girl in a red dress walked up from the backstage. It was Wu Qian.

The audience instantly went silent.

The news of Wu Qian's miscarriage had already spread throughout the school.

Today, someone noticed that Wu Qian was not present. They thought that she did not dare to come!

He didn't expect her to appear on the stage.

Wu Qian's roommate took the lead to cheer, but no one agreed.

Following that, there was a burst of booing, and the students were all reluctant to believe it.

There were also people who took a wait-and-see attitude.

This sudden turn of events caught Wu Dong and the others by surprise. Sun YiRou's roommate asked Sun YiRou, as Jiang Xue and Li Ziruo were separated by a few seats to comfort her.

Sun Yiran seemed to be relieved. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine."

Sun Yiru's roommate could not take it anymore and stood up and said loudly, "We don't believe it."

For a moment, the audience responded like the clouds. Wu Qian's reputation in the school was evident.

Only her roommate stood up to support Wu Qian.

The teaching director jumped off the stage, stopping the students from booing.

The principal continued, "Be quiet! "Be quiet!"

The students quieted down as the principal continued, "The school won't only listen to one-sided statements. Wu Qian has evidence."

Wu Qian walked up to the stage and pretended to nod flirtatiously, saying, "I know that a lot of rumors have been circulating about me in the school recently. I was angry, but I wasn't sad. "Because I know, I have always been too low-key, rarely communicating with my classmates, so everyone misunderstood me."

She was touched by Wu Qian's words. She seemed to have choked up a little. Some of the boys even turned their backs on her, cheering for Wu Qian, "Cheers!"

As if encouraged, Wu Qian threw a flirtatious glance at the boys who cheered her on, and then said, "I created that portrait because the inspiration for art suddenly burst forth and I couldn't help but draw it. I didn't want to come forward, my qualifications are still too shallow, and I still need to be nurtured by the school. "

The principal nodded as he thought to himself, This female student understands the general situation and knows how to be grateful.

Wu Qian smiled at the principal and teacher, then said, "With the encouragement of the principal and teacher, I've decided to stand out and let more people know that our school is an art incubator. It's …"

"I don't believe it!"

Someone stood forward to refute. It was the president of a school association. He had some understanding of Wu Qian and knew that her painting skills were quite poor.

He said loudly, "What evidence do you have?"

Wu Qian still retained the grace she thought she had, but everyone who knew her understood that she was just putting on an act.

Wu Qian pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. The students immediately recognized that it was the rough draft of a painting. Although the lines were rough, the style was simple and exquisite.

"This is the script for my creation."

Wu Qian looked up and could no longer hide her pride. "This is my proof."

If the painting is the painter's child, the manuscript is the painter's lover, a vow before the birth of the painting.

The moment Wu Qian gave her evidence, the criticism from the audience stopped.

Xiao Wen slapped his thigh and cried out, "Crap!"

She said to Wu Dong who was beside her: "That's the script in Yi Rou's manuscript. I've read it before."

Xiao Wen was the first to understand, "Wu Qian went to see Yi Rou the other day, she must have stolen the script at that time."

Wu Dong waved his hand and said, "Don't be anxious."

He turned his head to look at Yi Rou, only to see her glaring at Wu Qian who was standing on the stage. She was neither angry nor annoyed, but there was a trace of pity in her eyes.

Wu Dong was puzzled: Why isn't this girl in a hurry at all?

"I've seen that picture before."

There were also people below who protested, "Who knows, you copied this out from the original painting."

These words were a bit excessive, but many of the students thought this way.

The gallery staff, who had been sitting in the back row, stood up. The woman bowed towards the audience and said, "You don't have to worry about that. The gallery has verified it. This is indeed the draft of 'The Old Man in a Meditation'."

When the gallery came out to testify, the skeptical voices became almost inaudible.

Wu Qian stood on the stage complacently, scanning the students below her.

These students all had different expressions. There was jealousy, hostility, anger, happiness, flattery, and disdain towards girls.

However, she didn't care about any of that. It was enough for her to be the center of attention at this moment.

Xiao Wen wanted to stand up and argue with Wu Qian, but Wu Dong stopped her, "Do you think she will admit it?"

Xiao Wen said anxiously, "Then what do we do? We'll just watch as Yiru suffers. "

Sun YiRou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up. She waved to the people beside her, and walked through the seats towards the stage.

Wu Qian initially felt flustered, but she was already prepared for this kind of thing. As long as she kept her mouth shut, no one would be able to do anything to her.

Sun Yiru's figure attracted the attention of many people.

The principal looked at her and asked, "Student, is there something you need?"

Sun Yirou nodded at the principal. "I have a few words to say to Wu Qian."

Without waiting for the principal's reply, Wu Qian took the initiative to attack. "What's wrong? Do you mean to say that you painted this? "

Sun Yiru shook her head and said, "You shouldn't have said that you painted this. This is not a good thing. "

Wu Qian sneered. "Are you threatening me?"