Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 109 Are you willing to be my disciple?

A question made Professor Yuan speechless.

He paled and took a step back as the embarrassment on his face was beamed to every computer and television.

Undoubtedly, Professor Yuan is not only a university professor, but also has a small reputation in China. He did not expect to do such a thing!

He stole a student's painting to participate in the competition, and said he drew it himself.

The thief shouted, "Stop the thief," and even the students' paintings seemed to be taken over.

See you soon.

For a while, Professor Yuan became the person who was criticized by everyone.

The aggrieved netizens on the Internet even started to jointly sue, going to Yunshang University to dismiss Professor Yuan!

Such a person is not worthy of being a teacher at all, he simply does not have the ability to teach students and impart knowledge to students!

Professor Yuan stood on the stage with a gray face, seeing everyone booing and telling him to get off, he was immediately angry.

"Shut up! Shut up! What qualifications do you have to teach me?"

He rushed up and yelled at the audience in the audience.

"When I held an exhibition in the gallery, you didn't know where I was! What qualifications do you have to say about me?"

"Without me, it would be impossible for Misha to be admitted! It's too late for her to thank me, even if I take one or two of her paintings, so what?"

"Can you manage it?"

He said it with confidence, and everyone at the scene was excited!
I have never seen such a shameless person in my life!
I became a thief, and the thief shouted to catch the thief, and I was so confident, of course!

How did someone like him become a professor?
"Get off!"

A person threw the mineral water bottle in his hand up.

"You are not worthy of painting!"

"You are not worthy to be a teacher!"

"roll!"

Everyone was shouting, and the scene suddenly became noisy.

Professor Yuan was still able to quarrel with them at the beginning, it can be seen that all the audience seemed to rush up to eat him, their faces were pale with fright, and they dared not speak.

If it weren't for the security guards, those spectators might really rush up.

Professor Yuan ran away in embarrassment in fright, tripped over the wooden frame he had used to wrap the paintings, and sat down on the ground.

The scene was in chaos, Misha looked around.

Shasha winked at her triumphantly.

The usual signal screen has disappeared and changed back to the previous screen.

Bo Xinglan, at some point, had already left.

The director immediately asked someone to pull Professor Yuan down, and at the same time announced that he would be disqualified from the competition, which finally calmed down the public anger.

The host hurried up to warm up the scene again.

"Now, please invite the famous master Feng Lao to comment on the few paintings on the field!"

After speaking, the camera turned his head, but there was no one in the seat.

Where's Feng Lao?

They searched, and suddenly found that Feng Lao had run to Mi Xia's two paintings at some point.

For the convenience of observation, he even squatted down.

Old Feng frowned.

After thinking for a long time, he slapped his thigh.

"I'll say it! I'll say it! The movements and styles of the two paintings are all the same! Of course they were painted by the same person!"

The host walked over and whispered a reminder.

"Feng Lao?"

"To shut up!"

Feng Lao scolded impatiently, and picked up the "Back View".

"The drawing of this painting is still very rough. You can tell it is a novice at a glance. It is definitely not drawn by the old guy surnamed Yuan. I am so confused! Why didn't I see it?"

Holding the painting, he was talking to himself.

The host had no choice but to come up again.

"Feng Lao? You..."

Before he could speak, Feng Lao suddenly stood up and grabbed Mi Xia.

"Are you willing to be my disciple?"

(End of this chapter)