A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

But when he went to the venue the next day, Zhuang Shen still didn't ask him to prepare a dress.

He just went up to get an award, not on the red carpet, there was no need, no need at all.

Zhuang Shen was still wearing a simple white shirt, wrapped in his unpretentious white down jacket that didn't even have a logo, and went out.

Shen Wen thought it was not bad.

Plain and plain is the truth, Zhuang Shen can stand out without fancy dress.

It is not an easy task to change Zhuang Shen's frugal style, it is better to let nature take its course.

This time, the Lujiang Art Contest cooperated with the Jiang City Art Museum. Those who came to participate got a ticket for visiting the museum. However, only one area is free to visit, and the other areas need to be consumed, which can be regarded as a part of attracting traffic. way.

After entering the arena, Zhuang Shen found his seat. The first row of the auditorium was occupied by several leaders and awarding teachers. He sat in the second row, which was just to the side, and Shen Wen was in the ninth row.

At the gate, Zheng Xu came in with the flow of people, almost seeing Zhuang Shen sitting beside him at the first glance when he was looking for a seat.

Zheng Xu was awarded the Excellence Award this time, and had no chance to be on stage. His position was in the fourth row.

Zheng Xu's walking steps stopped suddenly, and he stood at the door in disbelief, his face full of shock and doubt.

He clearly sent Zhuang Shen's paintings and anonymous works to Qiu Ling. According to common sense, Qiu Ling must have seen that Zhuang Shen plagiarized. Under the circumstances of copyright infringement, he would definitely not allow the students under his care to come. accept the award.

Qiu Ling has always been the image of a teacher who can tell right from wrong. After finding out the truth, it is possible for the competition to re-rank and announce Zhuang Shen's actions.

Why is Zhuang Shen still sitting here?

Zheng Xu walked up to him and said calmly, "How dare you come here? You don't want to go up to receive the award, do you?!"

Zhuang Shen raised his eyes and looked at him strangely: "Why don't I dare to come over?"

"Don't think I don't know! You copied the painting in the examination room! That anonymous sketch that was put in the painting exhibition some time ago! Do you think you can take it as your own?!"

There were people coming and going around, Zheng Xu looked at him condescendingly, his face was full of condescension, his disdain and disgust were clear, and he accused: "People like you don't deserve to sit here at all!"

Zhuang Shen: "..."

Zhuang Shen didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but seeing how excited he was, he replied lightly: "You said those paintings whose author is named anonymous? They were all drawn by me."

Zheng Xu paused, frowned, and couldn't help laughing: "You still drew it? You don't need to be so thick-skinned, right? You copy it pretty well, but it's still a good idea to climb anonymous thighs." Come on, why don't you have any points in your heart?!"

If Zhuang Shen is really anonymous, then why didn't he say a word when he was in the studio?

He didn't believe that someone could sell a painting for tens of millions, and still sit quietly and paint in a corner every time without saying a word.

What kind of name does the average person have, it can be spread throughout the art world as early as 800 years ago.

Zheng Xu sarcastically said: "As long as you are still anonymous, then I am the reincarnation of Da Vinci!"

Zhuang Shen turned his head expressionlessly.

He doesn't know if Zheng Xu is Da Vinci's reincarnation, but he is really anonymous.

He told the truth, and it was none of his business if the other party didn't believe it.

Seeing that he wanted to get away with it again, Zheng Xu was very angry.

If you want him to sit under the stage and watch Zhuang Shen go up to receive the award, it would be an insult to his eyes!

Zheng Xu suspected that Qiu Ling didn't see the email he sent yesterday at all, so he walked to the corner, turned on his phone and called Qiu Ling directly.

The awards ceremony began, and the hosts on the stage were talking about the opening remarks. When reviewing the previous competitions, they also introduced the Art Museum by the way. The opening remarks were a bit long.

Zhuang Shen looked down at his phone idly, and saw the text message Qiu Ling sent him not long ago.

[I have some things to deal with, so I won't go over to congratulate you. I'm watching the webcast now, waiting for you to come on stage to receive the award. 】

And the opening remarks on the stage came to an end, and the host passionately began to introduce this art competition.

After Zheng Xu knew that Qiu Ling was in the office, he asked the driver to take him there without stopping, and quickly opened the door.

"Teacher Qiu, are you busy?! I have something urgent to ask you!"

Qiu Ling raised his head from behind the notebook, saw him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He was wearing a bluetooth headset, his eyes were looking at the screen, and he was stroking the porcelain cup of hot tea with one hand, and most of his attention was on the screen.

Zheng Xu solemnly took out his mobile phone, opened the email sent yesterday, and said: "I sent you an email yesterday, did you not read it? I hope you will take a good look, Zhuang Shen this time The paintings made during the competition are completely processed from anonymous works!"

When Qiu Ling heard him say Zhuang Shen's name, his expression changed slightly and he frowned.

Zheng Xu saw that he was moved, and quickly said: "Teacher, as you said, you must not distinguish the boundaries between learning and reference when painting. Zhuang Shen obviously did not follow your intentions, copying and pasting other people's paintings after finishing the book! Although The painting he has polished is indeed good, but the core content does not originate from him at all, he really went too far this time!"

Qiu Ling's face was a little gloomy, he took a sip of hot tea, and then asked in a deep voice as usual: "Have you asked Zhuang Shen about this?"

Zheng Xu thought of Zhuang Shen saying that Anonymous was him just now, so he couldn't help but sneered: "I asked, he has no shame at all! He actually said that Anonymous is him! Teacher, I didn't know he was this kind of person before. Today Only then did you know that he can even say such things for the sake of honor, you must see him clearly!"

Seeing Zheng Xu's disbelieving, sarcastic and complacent face, Qiu Ling sighed.

Instead of talking about Zhuang Shen, he asked him, "So you didn't let him prove himself at all, and just denied his words?"

Zheng Xu felt that Qiu Ling would take this opportunity to look at him with admiration, and might accept him as his apprentice.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Ling questioned him instead, Zheng Xu said strangely: "Otherwise? How could he be anonymous?! Just like him..."

Qiu Ling looked away from the computer, and slowly said: "Zheng Xu, what's wrong with Zhuang Shen? I said before you entered the training camp of the Artists Association that everyone is a group, don't be jealous, suspicious, or have prejudice against others." , what is important in painting is a pure heart, you didn't take what I said at all!"

Qiu Ling suddenly became serious, Zheng Xu frowned, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

"Teacher, what do you mean? I just don't want Zhuang Shen to gain fame and fortune with other people's achievements."

Qiu Ling took off the earphones, turned the notebook sideways, opened it and said, "Look for yourself."

A clear live broadcast of the awards ceremony on the computer screen.

Zheng Xu stared blankly at the screen, listening to the host's clear words of congratulations, his pupils trembled slightly, and even the soles of his feet felt a little soft.

"This...how is this possible?!" Zheng Xu almost bit his tongue, his voice trembling.

So his cognition has been wrong all along?

Qiu Ling shook his head and said, "Go out and think about whether you did something wrong. I won't say anything about you today."

If it was said that Qiu Ling treated him just like everyone else, indifferently, but now he doesn't even want to look at him, his eyes are full of disappointment.

Zheng Xu's face was pale, and his body seemed to have been splashed with cold water, from head to toe cold.

His brain was confused and his fingers trembled.

Because of unnecessary suspicion, even Qiu Ling was disappointed in him to the end.

Listening to the cheerful voice from the computer, Zheng Xu felt it was difficult to breathe.

Inside the awards venue.

The host was still introducing the theme of the competition, Zhuang Shen was bored, and felt a shadow falling down beside the road.

Shen Wen walked to his side, saw him looking at him, couldn't help a smile from the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "I want to take a closer look at you to receive the award."

He lowered his hand and lightly touched Zhuang Shen's fingertips.

In the dark, the two were close, everyone was looking at the stage, and no one would pay attention to their small movements.

Shen Wen hooked his finger aggressively, and said in a low voice: "Don't leave in a hurry, I'm going to find someone to ask for anonymous contact information."

Zhuang Shen was silent for a while, and asked, "Did you have something to do with him?"

"Don't you like his paintings? I want to ask him if he can produce paintings." Shen Wen said casually: "Maybe you can make friends and communicate with each other at that time."

"And then 1000 million to buy his paintings?" Zhuang Shen asked.

"It doesn't matter tens of millions, as long as you like it." Shen Wen smiled casually: "Anyway, if he doesn't sell it, I'll raise the price. Basically, no one will be unwilling to sell it later, don't worry."

Zhuang Shen: "..."

Really stupid people with a lot of money.

"You don't need to pay to get his paintings." Zhuang Shen replied after a pause.

Shen Wen lowered his eyes and said lazily, "Do you know each other?"

Just as Zhuang Shen was about to reply, he suddenly heard his name.

The host raised his voice and said: "...for this competition, the gold medal winner is Zhuang Shen!"

Shen Wen also looked up at the stage, let go of his hand with a smile, and leaned to the side: "Go up first to receive the award."

Zhuang Shen could only say, "I'll talk to you when I get down."

The lights on the stage were bright and dazzling, and Zhuang Shen's back was thin but upright, like a small white poplar that could not be blown down by a strong wind, with strength worth relying on.

His little deskmate is getting better and better, but at least he can spend a lot of money to buy some paintings he likes for his little boyfriend. Just as he was thinking, Shen Wen heard the host continue to say:

"Zhuang Shen once appeared in the art world with an anonymous name, and his representative works "Desolation" and "Vacancy"..."

"..."

The smile on Shen Wen's face faded.

Zhuang Shen's face was calm, and he walked to the awarding platform calmly.

The host smiled all over his face. Compared with him, he looked more like an award winner: "This time the gold award will be presented by Mr. Lin Qinguo from the Jiang City Art Association!"

Teacher Lin took the trophy put on the red velvet cloth by the staff, and smiled at Zhuang Shen: "Young people are awesome."

Zhuang Shen took it: "Thank you teacher."

Teacher Lin nodded and looked at him with satisfaction.

Holding the trophy, Zhuang Shen waited for the people in the audience to finish taking pictures, and then glanced at his seat.

Shen Wen was half leaning against the wall, and when he saw him looking over, he raised the corners of his lips.

What did he just say?

In front of Zhuang Shen, he said that he wanted to buy his paintings, and even said very boldly that he would spend money on Anonymous, no matter how much money he would definitely buy his paintings.

In this way, he remembered that at the auction, because Zhuang Shen took a second look, the painting he bought for 1000 million was from Zhuang Shen.

Later, the painting that was snatched from others at an art exhibition for 1000 million yuan was also his.

It's no wonder that Zhuang Shen's expression was not right when he saw the painting, and his face was also hesitant to speak.

Anyone who knows that his painting is bought by someone he knows at a sky-high price will have a strange expression.

Shen Wen didn't know what expression to show at this moment.