After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 78 Bet
It turned out that Song Jinse couldn't draw either.

The student who asked the question sighed.

Seeing this, a student who had a good impression of Song Jinse intentionally flattered her and said, "Miss Fifth is pretty good at copying like this. Let me tell you, what a girl needs is that she is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting in order to impress her husband and parents. It is much better than those female doctors who only know medical skills and will come from low value to see ordinary people."

Song Jinse felt better and smiled at that classmate.

She didn't expect that Song Yao could make a name for herself in the academy with her medical skills.

But what's the use of mere medical skills? If it comes to grades and appearance, anyone with a discerning eye knows that Song Jinse is better.

For example, at this spring banquet, she could learn charcoal drawing as soon as possible and won the first place, but with Song Yao's status, it might be difficult for her to even take a look at the charcoal drawing.

"When you look at the painting, you look at the painting. There is so much nonsense."

Yue Changfeng got up from Zhou Shuhe's side, his face was cold and hard, "Who doesn't get sick if you eat whole grains? If you are so noble, you will not let the doctor carry it yourself if you get sick."

The male student was startled and staggered two steps back.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been deflated in front of the girl he liked, and suddenly he became angry from embarrassment: "It's shameful for a woman to go out to show her face for a doctor! I don't obey women's morals! I think some people have little talent and learning, and they can't just attend the Spring Festival banquet to make their mark. That's why you're working hard in crooked ways! It's true that things of a kind flock together and people are divided into groups, and a group of incompetent people dare to draw a picture of the autumn feast!"

Since he said the first sentence to please Song Jinse, Song Yao was accidentally injured, but he didn't bother to respond, thinking that this person would never end.

Song Yao was also annoyed, "What's wrong with a woman being a doctor? You weren't born by your mother to hate women so much? You only found out today that I participated in the Spring Festival banquet? If you don't use your eyes, donate them to those in need. I will return the same thing. Here you go, I'm going to be the first one of the spring feast, you'd better talk less to hide your walnut-sized brain."

"You, you, you—! Who do you say has a walnut brain?"

The other party was so powerless against Song Yao, so his words were particularly harsh, "A vulgar person like you who doesn't understand calligraphy and painting is a humiliation to me and other scholars who want to take the first place. I don’t know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!”

Song Yao got angry when she heard Zhang Maolin's self-righteous words, but he was only the third in the whole school, who was more noble than the other, how could he be a well-educated person?

He also says that a woman can't show her face in public, and the appearance of male chauvinism inside and outside the words makes people bored just by looking at it. If you don't give him some color, let's see if he can really open a dyeing workshop!
"Since you are so sure that I can't do it, why don't we make a bet. If I don't win the first place, I will admit my mistake to you." Song Yao said softly, "If I win the first place..."

"Then I'll stand on my head on the spot and worship you as my teacher, how about that?" Zhang Maolin hurriedly said.

"Be a teacher for one day and be a father for life. You can stand on your head, but you don't need to be a teacher. I don't have such a rebellious son like you."

Zhang Maolin: "???"

humiliate me?
"Okay!" Zhang Maolin, who was blackened on the spot, sneered consciously.

Taking a nap at noon, the students in the school heard Song Yao's impassioned words, and suddenly jumped up with a "boom--".

Several girls who have a good relationship with Song Jinse said:
"Song Yao dares to make such a bet, you are crazy!"

"She is so poor in her studies, she doesn't even know a few Chinese characters, and she even competes with our group. I really don't understand what Song Yao is doing to humiliate herself."

Song Jinse felt refreshed.

She squeezed her veil and smiled and said: "A painting requires the cooperation of the whole group. Although Yaoyao can't paint, she can rely on other people in the group to win."

"That's right, she's in the same group as Yue Changfeng." The noble girl next to her curled her lips and said, "No wonder she's so confident."

"But Zhang Maolin is with us. Now that Jinse has copied the charcoal drawing again, the chances of winning are great, and Song Yao's plan will definitely come to nothing. Poor Jinse, Song Yao will be ashamed by then, and you Song family daughters will be ashamed. "

Song Jinse looked at herself and felt sorry for herself, "Who made her my younger sister? Even if I am better than her in everything, I will be dragged down."

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This is the total area of ​​Qingzhu Academy.

The bet between Song Yao and Zhang Maolin quickly flew out like wings.

"Song Yao's painting skills, if she is in a group with Song Jinse, she has a slight chance of winning, but she is in a group with Lin Wanwan. Don't worry about it, Zhang Maolin is sure to win."

"I heard that Zhang Maolin was kind enough to persuade her, a girl who has not left the cabinet, to stop going out to show her face and ruin her reputation. Song Yao went crazy and compared her painting skills."

"I really don't have a clue about my abilities. Song Yao's group doesn't have anyone who can fight, and dare to draw a picture of the autumn feast?"

The whole school was talking about it.

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In the school, people in Lin Wanwan's group also complained.

"You don't know, now the whole school is saying that we are betting that we are betting that Zhao Maolin's group will win."

"Isn't this the truth?" Song Linger rolled her eyes and said, "...Knowing that the two groups are drawing pictures of the autumn banquet, we are already at a disadvantage and want to embarrass ourselves in front of the palace, yet Song Yao still insists on betting to make things worse Daddy, if you want to be number one, I won't help her flatter her bragging!"

She looked annoyed.

Originally thought that she would get everyone's approval, but Song Ruan said, "The thing about betting is that Zhang Maolin doesn't speak well. Not only does he look down on Song Yao, but he also looks down on us. The girls of the Song family are as strong as they are, and don't make steamed buns to win!"

"That's right, Zhang Maolin said that birds of a feather flock together, and Song Jinse's team deliberately drew the same autumn feast picture as ours to bully us, and the clay figurines are still a bit temperamental! She really thinks that the number one is in her pocket?"

Although Lin Wanwan's group doesn't have any particularly good painting skills, who would like to be looked down upon by others who come from aristocratic families?
Yue Changfeng slapped the table and mobilized everyone, "It's a good one not to steam the steamed buns to win! We will advance bravely and win the first place! Song Linger, you are usually noble, do you just want to let the other party look down on you now? ?!"

Song Linger was taken aback by him, and said anxiously: "I, I didn't think so!"

"Then don't say that!"

There was wisdom in Yue Changfeng's eyes, as well as the gentleness of the elders, "You are also a big man. You and Song Yao are both sisters of the Song family, and you and Song Yao should break the gold. If the quarrel makes others laugh, you say this Should it be?"

Song Linger was confused by Yue Changfeng's eyes, and subconsciously said, "No, it shouldn't be."

"Since you know what's in your mind, you can save Song Yao from all the bullshit. Do you still have the self-consciousness to be a concubine?"

The look of Yue Changfeng's eyebrows was cold and cold, a bit like the old lady of the Song Mansion scolding the third lady.

Song Linger was taken aback, and ran out subconsciously: "Grandma, grandma, I urinate frequently and urgently, so I'll take a step first."

(End of this chapter)