Almighty painter

Chapter 373 Envy

Chapter 373 Envy
  "I think……"

"I don't think so." Miao Angwen said firmly before the situation developed out of control.

The scene was a little awkward.

The female reporter looked over with undisguised surprise.

There were bursts of uncontrollable short laughter among the crowd around him.

Miao Angwen realized that his tone at the moment was a bit too timid.

He could only make up for it and said: "It's ridiculous to have an art competition on the spot. You guys have time to do all these things. I have classes to attend in the afternoon. The art in my heart is a complex and sophisticated serious matter. Discipline is not a circus performance involving a ring of fire."

"I also think...this is too childish."

The professional ethics of female journalists has long been sold out.

Fortunately, he successfully suppressed his anger at being slapped in the face by Kou Kou. After calming down, his ability to react on the spot was still online.

She noticed that Miao Aung Win was shrinking for no apparent reason.

The reporter also immediately changed the rhetoric on his lips.

"Miss, you are too naive. The grades in school mean nothing to an artist. Even ordinary people know that galleries often value something bigger and rarer. Just like the official announcement of the Three-dimensional Universe As it is said, what they value is the innovation, wildness, freedom, unrestrainedness and expression of ideas shown by Miao Aung Win.”

"Compared with these golden and important qualities, sketching exercises in school are simply not on the table."

The reporter found the words to attack, "Miao Aung Win is a new art star who has attracted international attention, and Gu Weijing is an ordinary classmate. The two people are not on the same stage at all. Why does he need to do it through children's play classroom exercises?" prove yourself?"

"You're going out of your way to confuse concepts. It's like asking a mathematician and a primary school student to compare who can add and subtract faster within a hundred, isn't it?"

she asked loudly.

"First, sketching practice is not about addition and subtraction within a hundred. It is a reflection of a person's control over the pencil in his hand and his proficiency in using the pen. It can well reflect the level and structure of a certain painter's lines, clearly and direct."

"We are art students. What are the comparisons for art students if they are not better than painting? Why are we better than being wild and howling like monkeys next to us?"

Kou Kou turned her face sideways.

He gave Miao Angwen next to him a big eye roll.

"What are you looking at?"

Miao Angwen's blood-soaked heart felt stung again by the monkey-like look in his eyes, and he couldn't help but frown and asked.

"It's okay, you are already wild enough. There is no need to get into the fire ring. I believe you can win if you are more wild." Koko looked away, the teasing meaning in her tone could not be hidden.

correct.

Koko even once took a debate class.

In addition, even if you have not experienced the baptism of debate competition, it is quite difficult for a reporter to get by with his words as a cheerleader who oversees a large group of chattering and scheming girls every day.

"Secondly, even if it's addition and subtraction within one hundred. It's one thing to be convincing or not. I don't even have the courage to compare -"

She smiled brightly: "It's not something to be proud of."

The female reporter couldn't help but grit her teeth slightly from the rebuke.

She didn't expect that a student girl would be so difficult to deal with. Ever since Kou Kou appeared, the rhythm of the entire interview was gradually out of her control.

"at last."

Kou Kou twisted her fingers and gave the final blow, "You were the one who questioned Gu Weijing's grades in school just now. Now it's you who are saying that grades are useless to artists. You're good at saying truthful words and irony. I'll leave you alone. People say it. People say that women are fickle, but for a reporter to be like you, it’s a bit too shameless!”

There was silence for a moment.

"Snapped!"

"Clap clap clap..."

I don’t know who took the lead. With the first round of applause, it was like a chain reaction of dominoes being toppled. The crowd around them all clapped their hands vigorously.

Applause swept over like a wave, and everyone shouted Kou Kou's name in unison.

It was as intense as witnessing her just completing a free throw line dunk in an intercollegiate basketball game.

This young lady is so interesting and fun.

Young people like heroes who dare to play devil’s advocate.

They will cheer for Miao Aung Win's recent achievements, and will also support Kou Kou's wonderful performance in front of the camera from the bottom of their hearts.

Brave, confident, and measured in advance and retreat.

They use the applause and cheers given to the ancient Greek orators who won the debate in the citizens' assembly in the textbook to support the little queen on their campus.

Even the principal was smiling and clapping his hands.

He didn't like the female reporter's remarks that an artist's achievements were completely separate from school studies.

What a person achieves in the gallery is entirely without credit to the school. So what’s the point of parents spending a lot of money to send their children to schools like Dulwich College?

"Did the scene just now be recorded?"

He lowered his voice, turned around, grabbed the principal's office assistant not far behind him with a SLR camera hanging around his neck, and asked secretly.

"Record? No, you didn't tell me."

The office assistant asked in confusion.

When there are news interviews in the school, assistants like him will also temporarily act as campus reporters, taking promotional photos and updating the content of the news wall on the admissions official website.

When interviewing Miao Aung Win, the assistant took a lot of photos, but later it became clear that something was not right.

The poor Canadian principal broke out in a cold sweat, wishing he could grease his soles, and ran away on the spot.

Naturally, he was too sensible and stopped taking photos.

"You didn't even record such a good interview. Whatever you record, it doesn't feel like a camera at all. Hurry up and add a few photos." The principal frowned, not satisfied with his subordinates' insensitivity to capturing news, and a little angry.

The assistant was so aggrieved that he did not dare to reply, so he had to pick up the camera and press the shutter button wildly.

"Don't put Miao Aung Win's content on the official website yet. Let's wait and see the situation first. However, if the fraud is not clearly confirmed in the end or is groundless, then the content of the interview with Kou Kou can be put on Dewei Go to the promotional page. Look for the videos taken by the students. I will discuss with the headquarters and put a copy on the official YouTube account."

He instructed in a low voice.

The reporter just didn't give him any face, and the principal didn't want to give him any face either.

What private schools most hope to cultivate in publicity is not students like Gu Weijing with good grades and boring personalities, but public figures like Kou Kou who have independent personalities, critical thinking skills, and social influence.

Coupled with the fact that Kou Kou's appearance is so good, she naturally has stage looks.

The principal had been mumbling and at a loss, mainly because he sensed something was wrong.

The water is a little deep.

The principal didn't want to get stuck in the quagmire and be taken advantage of, and he was even more afraid of damaging Dulwich's image.

It's not like he was really intimidated by a young reporter.

The average local high school might be afraid of being interviewed on camera.

As the principal of a branch branch of a large international education group like him stationed in Yangon, when discussing cooperation with the government education department, he always contacts the main leaders in the city.

Just a Yangon TV station.

He really doesn't care. Kou Kou quite enjoyed the cheers from all around.

"You said that facts speak louder than words, and justice prevails in people's hearts. Can't all the students around here be paid actors?"

She proudly put her hands on her hips, raised her neck arrogantly, looking forward to claiming the throne, and she looked so proud that she almost had a tail raised.

"To Gu Weijing, everyone's reaction is the truth, that is, people's hearts. Whether it is good or bad can be judged at a glance."

"Finally, I really want to talk about the aura in the paintings. The photos of Mr. Cao Xuan's personal guidance on Gu Weijing's paintings are hanging there. Master Cao Xuan likes him and thinks he has aura. You, Miao Angwen, think Gu Weijing is not good at it. What do you think you are?"

Koko said seriously.

"It's just a group photo of celebrities. It's nothing like a contract from an international gallery. It's such solid and reliable evidence. It just means you're lucky to be able to paint with Cao Xuan. It took ten years for the gallery in Seoul to sign Miao Angwin. Ten thousand U.S. dollars!"

"It's all luck when you get to Gu Weijing, and it's all hard work when you get to Miao Anwen. You are a journalist, don't you think your preset stance is too obvious? I know you are the receiver. If you don’t know about it, you might think you are Miao Aung Win’s mother.”

At the beginning, female reporters could still show off being objective and neutral and speaking for the people.

Now, being forced back to the wall step by step, it was no longer possible to hide the tendency in her words.

She also realized that the effectiveness of this live interview was gradually crumbling.

But what can she do?
  I have received money from the boss, so when it is time to speak, I must speak.

She had no choice but to keep struggling.

"As for any solid and reliable evidence, hum."

Kouko thought of the never-fading pottery class in her distant memory, and of the fairy tale book that slipped out of her schoolbag. Her eyes were crooked and bright, as if the sunlight from the sky had been dissolved into them.

"I know, but I don't want to tell you."

she muttered.

Miao Angwen felt a little tired.

Today should have been his most glorious and glorious moment. The staggering baby elephant rushed out of the swamp and jungle at this moment.

The gray memories of childhood filled with mud and struggle are left behind, and what awaits you is a golden land full of water and grass.

But in front of that girl's smile.

He suddenly felt that a certain part of his youth, a trace of reverie, was forever, irretrievable and irretrievable, and was just broken.

This smile is so sweet.

I don’t want to tell you what the hell...

SHIT!

Even a fool.

You can clearly read in the smile on her face, "Gu Weijing is the best!", "He is so great", "I don't know if he likes him or not, but I just like him anyway." "I discovered him." "My little secret belongs to me, and I don't want to share it with you idiots"...etc., one thousand six hundred and thirty-five sentences about youthful love.

It turns out that it feels so good to be liked by someone and to like someone.

Miao Angwen discovered that the reason why he felt desolate was not because he was invincible as a master after completely trampling Gu Weijing, and he felt lonely sitting alone on a high mountain.

He is really just lonely.

When he was at his best, he had no lover to share his deepest feelings with, and even though Gu Weijing kicked her into the gutter on the roadside, it was filled with dust.

I will also be carefully picked up by the little heroine who jumps out from the roadside, pat him down, and tell everyone in the world loudly that Gu Weijing in my heart is the best, I like him, and I am not afraid that everyone in the world will know.

The other party is not even his real girlfriend.

This is so fucking hilarious.

He clearly has Brother Hao behind him, a news drummer, a powerful gallery in South Korea, a sky-high contract of US$[-], and the Venice Biennale waiting for him in the distance.

Gu Weijing has nothing.

But Miao Angwen still felt that he was the one being highlighted as doing nothing.

He hated Gu Weijing so much.

He was so jealous of Gu Weijing.

He also... envied Gu Weijing so much.

The interview was still going on. Miao Angwin was no longer interested in being a big monkey here. He squeezed out of the crowd without saying a word and walked towards the teaching building without looking back.

When passing a roadside publicity board.

The promising new art star paused slightly and stared at the sketch exercise hanging next to Gu Weijing's photo.

By design.

Myo Aung Win will follow an avant-garde art path similar to Afrofuturism. Avant-garde art hardly requires advanced painting techniques, and even the brush itself is not necessary.

There are items for sale that avant-garde painters used to pee on white rice paper.

As long as his works show sufficiently distinctive features, that will be fine.

After all, the work is just a clay pot. As long as Brother Hao uses a steady stream of cash flow to fill it with water, the price will naturally rise.

The innovation, wildness, freedom, unrestrainedness and expression of ideas of wonderful ideas - the promotional slogan on the gallery's press release was written by Brother Hao himself.

It was just an insignificant gimmick.

However, at this moment, Miao Angwen really seemed to have an unrestrained beast roaring and hissing hysterically in his heart.

He really wanted to tear the photos and sketches in front of him into pieces, and then paint a better work, which would be photographed on the faces of reporters, Kou Kou, and everyone around him.

Tell them openly.

I am better and more outstanding than that bullshit Gu Weijing.

However, he couldn't.

Miao Aung Win would rather choose to draw portrait sketches, still life sketches, etc. There is still room for subjective expression and confusion of right and wrong, but it is a basic skill.

If you can draw it, you can draw it.

If the level cannot be reached, it cannot be achieved.

Money can make all the difference, money can buy 99.99% of the things in the world.

Brother Hao's money can make most people in the world believe that he is the unique artistic super genius.

But he was the only one who couldn't deceive himself.

He's just a fake.

The technique of using a pen is the same as the feeling of liking a girl. They are the only one ten thousandth that cannot be bought.

"Sorry, you can't do that."

Miao Angwen softly told the roaring monster in his heart. He kicked the grass coming out of the gap between the stone slabs next to the bulletin board and turned around to leave.

"Fuck."

(End of this chapter)

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