Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

Lin Chen faintly felt something was wrong.

"Grand Master!"

"Really Grand Master!"

Several girls hurriedly gathered around.

Lin Chen's face was beeping.

Who is he where is he?

He hasn't been surfing the Internet in the past few days. What happened?

Why do these people know that he is a great master?

Jiang Xuan whispered: "Brother-in-law, haven't you seen the online video?"

"What video?"

"The video of your drawing!"

Lin Chen:...

Which was recorded at a thousand dollars.

Come out and promise not to kill him.

Several girls looked admiring.

"Master Lin, you are much more handsome than in the video!"

"You are so amazing, you can draw two vivid works in one day!"

"Master Lin, you are so amazing, we all admire you!"

...

"Thank you, thank you!" Lin Chen was miserable.

Jiang Li was also shocked. Isn't this too exaggerated?

It feels like chasing a star.

Lin Chen casually said a few words, and then asked the two of them to slip together.

"Are the girls in your school all so enthusiastic?"

Jiang Xuan said, "It doesn't seem to be the case in normal times. I'm so excited today, probably because I met you, the grandmaster."

At this time, a prestigious reminder sounded.

Jiang Xuan quickly picked up the phone and took a look.

"Yeah! I almost forgot, I'm going to the exchange meeting today!"

"If it weren't for the squad leader to inform in the group, I would have forgotten it." Jiang Xuan said.

Lin Chen asked: "Exchange meeting? What exchange meeting?"

"Yes, the school invited Liu Jun, an oil painting master, to pass on the experience to the students with the dean."

"So it's like this." Lin Chen nodded, "Then can we go and see?"

Jiang Xuan said, "Of course!"

"You are a great master of Chinese painting! If you can go, the dean will be very happy!"

...

Large classroom.

Lin Chen, Jiang Li and Jiang Xuan sneaked in through the back door.

The exchange meeting has been going on for a while.

Now, on the stage is Dean Fang Mingli.

"Okay, that's my point of view."

"Huaxia Traditional Chinese Painting has thousands of years of history, and the mysteries contained in it are endless. I hope everyone can learn more about Chinese Painting through today's exchange meeting."

After speaking, Fang Mingli bowed slightly.

"Next, let us invite the master of oil painting and the vice president of China Art Association-Liu Jun!"

Wow!

There was a round of warm applause from below.

Subsequently, a middle-aged man wearing a luxurious suit came to the stage.

"Hello classmates, I'm Liu Jun."

There was another round of warm applause.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Jun said: "Are there students from the Department of Oil Painting and the Department of Chinese Painting, right? Now I ask the students from the Department of Chinese Painting to raise their hands."

Some students raised their hands one after another, and Jiang Xuan also raised them.

Liu Jun waved his hand gently, motioning them to let go.

"Actually, I don't understand why anyone still chooses the Department of Traditional Chinese Painting."

The students underneath looked at each other.

What does it mean?

Even Fang Mingli frowned.

Why does he feel something is wrong?

Liu Jun continued: "Do you people who choose traditional Chinese painting really know the meaning of painting? Otherwise, why don't you choose traditional Chinese painting and choose something like traditional Chinese painting?"

Wow!

The students below boiled.

The students of the Chinese Painting Department were even more angry.

Some people clenched their fists tightly, and their knuckles were slightly white.

How dare you say that their Chinese paintings are graffiti?

The faces of people in the oil painting department are not pretty.

Although they are not from the Department of Chinese Painting, they are also Chinese!

"Painting is to show the reality of things. These can be done with oil painting and gouache painting."

"And Chinese painting, IMHO, Chinese painting is just like children's graffiti!"

The faith in his heart was denigrated, Fang Mingli could no longer sit still, and stood up directly: "Vice President Liu, please pay attention to your words!"

But Liu Jun just glanced at him lightly.

"Could it be that what I said was wrong?"

He is the vice president of the Huaxia State Art Association, and Fang Mingli is just the president of the Magic Capital Painting and Calligraphy Association.

He doesn't need to put him in his eyes at all.

Fang Mingli said coldly: "As a painter, I don't know how you can say this, or in front of so many students!"

Liu Jun also sneered: "I don't think there is anything wrong with what I said."

"Oil painting is incomparable to Chinese painting!"

Fang Mingli: "Why can't it be compared? Chinese painting is a treasure of my tragic Chinese art. It has a history of thousands of years. It is the crystallization of wisdom passed down from generation to generation of great artists. Can someone like you be able to judge?"

Liu Jun: "This is just what you guys are talking about. Art treasures can only be crystallized? Chinese painting is the dregs of our culture! Not only do you not abandon it, but you are proud of it. It is simply sad!"

"You can go and look abroad. How many people understand Chinese painting, and which school has a Chinese painting major?"

"Chinese painting, only you pedantic people, can be a treasure!"

The student-like face underneath flushed.

You can not love, but please don't slander!

Chinese painting is their hobby and belief!

Some girls even got red eyes.

What do they like, why are people saying that?

At this moment, a voice came from the back seat: "What a Muyang dog, today is an eye-opener!"

This sentence attracted everyone's attention.

Fang Mingli looked shocked.

Master Lin?

Why is he here?

Jiang Xuan was stunned, and then echoed: "Yes, stepping on the art of your own country, licking the soles of the feet of foreign countries, typically eating inside and out. I really don't know how such a person became a painter."

Jiang Li also said coldly: "The typical virtue is not worthy, but you are proud of it without being ashamed? No brains!"

Everyone was surprised.

Then, bursts of cheers broke out.

"Good point! What you said is absolutely right!"

"What kind of **** painter! It's a foreigner's running dog!"

"It's not rough to talk about, eat inside and out, like foreign countries so much, why don't you emigrate?"

"Yes, staying in our China is a waste of social resources!"

...

Liu Jun's face flushed.

"Who said that sentence just now?!"

This is the first time he has been treated like this!

It's simply too hateful!

Lin Chen sneered and said lazily, "What's wrong with what I said?"

"Still hungry? But I can't pull it out now. You can go to the toilet outside and have a look."

"You!" Liu Jun was about to explode.

He looked at Fang Mingli angrily: "Dean Fang! This is the student of your college? Is there any quality in his mouth?"

Hearing this, Fang Mingli took a deep look at Lin Chen.

"This is not a student of the Academy of Fine Arts."

"However, I think he is right!"

"To treat a person like you who admires foreigners and tramples on the art of your own country, you don't need quality at all!"

After Fang Mingli finished speaking, there was another round of applause in the audience.