Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Chen Qingqing grew up in a scholarly family, and she was in the same neighborhood as Mr. Yan. She likes to draw, so her parents often took her to visit. The two families became familiar with each other.

Not long ago, because she was going to participate in the competition, in order to inspire her, she planned to chat with Mr. Yan for a while.

There is a special collection room in Mr. Yan's home, which is used to store his own paintings, paintings by friends, or masterpieces by famous artists.

Any piece of work that is taken out can make people worship and talk about it.

For Chen Qingqing, that is the incomparably sacred Garden of Eden, which is the ultimate goal she wants to strive for in her entire life.

After learning about her intentions, Mr. Yan didn't say much, and took her to the collection room with a smile, so that she could see and understand more.

That day, Chen Qingqing saw a new work carefully collected by Mr. Yan. She was amazed by the bold use of color and the beauty of artistic conception.

Anyone who sees this work will be shocked, facing the surging and magnificent vitality gushing out of the painting paper, it will make people stop for a long time.

Going back that night, Chen Qingqing was full of thoughts, and interpreted the theme of love from a new perspective. The originally blocked and stagnant places were completely opened up, and the work was completed in one go.

But what she didn't expect was that she would see the masterpiece that inspired her again so soon, the exact same painting, being transported from Lao Yan's collection room to the school studio.

And the person who is modifying it is He Shu.

Chen Qingqing was completely stunned, she thought she was dazzled at the first reaction, but such a unique work, once seen, will be unforgettable forever, how could she be wrong?

He Shu was in a strange state that day, confident and arrogant, as if he was very sure that he would win the award.

Encountering such a strange thing, it still gave her a masterpiece of inspiration, Chen Qingqing couldn't convince herself not to think too much.

Coincidentally, when she went back that night, she overheard two people from Yan's hometown chatting.

"He Shu is so talented, why didn't Teacher Yan teach him?"

"It's a long story." A little scarlet flickered on and off his fingertips. The man took a breath of his cigarette and said calmly, "The teacher said that he was the one who was sorry for He Shu."

"It's almost time for the competition. Changing the teacher at this time is not an exercise in mentality."

"Thinking too much," the person who answered snorted softly, "You don't really think that Teacher Yan is willing to let such a good seed be buried, do you?"

"What does this mean?"

Standing in the dark, Chen Qingqing's heart beat like a drum, as if she had discovered a shocking secret.

Putting all the information together is simply appalling.Because of guilt, there is no way to let He Shu go. The work that is exactly the same as in the collection room may have been Yan Lao's tacit approval of He Shu's plagiarism!

Yan Lao and He Shu actually planned to team up to cheat!

Chen Qingqing opened her mouth and clenched her fists. On the road of learning to paint, Yan always ignited her faith and shone on her like a beacon all the way. He Shu was like a forerunner, making her look up and pursue.

At this moment, she heard the sound of her faith collapsing, something fell soundlessly and rapidly, and fell to pieces.

When this matter was brought up again, Chen Qingqing was still in a complicated mood. She murmured: "I know that He Shu's paintings are not original, but I don't have the courage to stop them. I'm really... cowardly."

In the studio, He Yu quietly listened to her explain everything she knew, and seeing her feel guilty, he leaned over and held her hand: "You have done a good job."

The palms of the two held each other conveyed warmth, Chen Qingqing doubted: "Really."

He Yu encouraged her with his eyes: "Look, you know this is wrong and unfair. If there is a precedent, there may be more people to follow suit, but what is the significance of the Jinlu Cup?"

The path of the art test itself is very difficult, training, participating in school recruitment, cultural classes, every step of the way, you have to put in enough effort to stand out among thousands of art candidates.

In order to provide more channels for art candidates to show off, the eight famous schools set up the Jinlu Cup, which is open to everyone with fairness, justice and openness.

Chen Qingqing said softly: "Let more people have the opportunity to let their dreams fly."

The young man's voice resounded loudly: "If you don't take the exam with integrity, then everyone's dream is a joke. He can't, he shouldn't win the award in this way, otherwise, other people get up early and work late every day, and ten years of hard work, what is it?"

The studio was extremely quiet, the sun was dancing, and the dust was floating quietly.

Chen Qingqing suddenly came to her senses like a slap in the face: "Yes, this kind of method is too despicable, but all the works have been handed in, what can I do?"

As if seeing a fish taking the bait step by step, willing to become a pawn, He Yu curled her lips, lowered her neck, and whispered, "Listen to me."

An anonymous post on the forum caused an uproar. The title of the post pointed to a certain student plagiarizing works of famous artists in the Jinlu Cup.

What was originally discussed in a small area was suddenly exposed to the public's view, like a burst of sparks, blown by the wind, causing a fire all over the sky.

It has been eight years since the Jinlu Cup was established. Its gold content is no different from that of the college entrance examination.

It is precisely because of its strictness and high standards that so many outstanding talents have been screened out.

In the past eight years, no one has ever been so bold as to fool the judges and teachers like idiots!

As soon as the post was posted, it became popular. First, it caused a stir among the art candidates, and then it spread like wildfire among the teachers. Even the examination institute heard about it and sent someone to inquire about it.

He Yu sat in front of the computer and kept refreshing the online comments. Although the post did not name anyone, but now that the Internet is so developed, identity information is the cheapest thing. Many people have already guessed who the protagonist of the post is.

Then came unbearable speculation and insults.

Across the screen, no one can tell whether it is a human or a ghost. Controversial things are brainlessly followed, venting emotions, and satisfying the appetite of the people who eat melons is over.

As for what the truth is, does it matter?It doesn't matter at all.

He Yu closed the webpage contentedly, and then went to the backstage of Weibo to read Pianye's reply.

The film is also a painter he has been paying attention to for a long time, with a stable painting style and great personality.

The other party should be a part-time painter, and the frequency of posting blogs is not high. He may be short of money recently, so he posted a Weibo post asking for support, and many people knelt down and begged him to draw character designs.

When the title of the Jinlu Cup came out, He Yu racked his brains and couldn't figure out what to draw until one day when he swiped to Weibo late at night and the picture was updated, he drew a silhouette of a woman, soft and tender, full of love.

The topic of love is too broad. He Yu has never received any gift of love, so he can't imagine it out of thin air.

But that's okay, he can imitate.Just like when he was learning to paint, he imitated Kataya's paintings countless times.

He Yu knew very well that the nature of the competition was completely different. If He Shu was reported for plagiarism, he might be implicated.

So he had to be fully prepared, and contacted Katiya immediately, hoping to buy the copyright of the painting he imitated by means of a full copyright buyout.

The only requirement is to delete all Weibo traces related to that painting, and never mention anything related to this painting.

The film is also so short of money, there is no reason not to agree.

And the facts were exactly as expected, Pian Ye first asked him why he bought the painting, and He Yuhui collected it.

Then he quoted a five-figure high price, and the film was immediately moved, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Weather, location, harmony, everything is ready, He Yu is the only darling of the goddess of fate.

Now, he just had to sit and wait.He Yu's lips showed an inevitable smile.

Suddenly, the door was knocked twice, and after receiving the answer, Mother He opened the door and walked in.

Both of her two children participated in the competition, and Mother He paid close attention to the Jinlu Cup, and she soon ate melons.

When she walked over, she didn't even have time to put on the shawl, and her hair was scattered on her shoulders.

"It was said on the Internet that some students plagiarized in the competition," Mother He frowned, "I saw someone mention He Shu's name, what's going on?"

He Yu showed genuine doubts on his face, he thought for a while, and then gave He Mu a consoling smile:

"Don't we know what kind of person He Shuge is? He must have made a mistake. How could such a powerful person plagiarize?"

Even if it is a dog, after 17 years of raising it, it will naturally develop feelings. Mother He still understands He Shu's temperament, and her first reaction is that she couldn't believe it.

Her intuition told her that He Shu didn't even bother to do such a thing.

But recently, he has undergone earth-shaking changes, and Mother He is a little uneasy.

There is no way to control He Shu, no way to know what he is thinking.

"It's better he didn't copy it, don't embarrass the He family." Mother He's eyes were light, "Just don't be affected, the birthday party will be held soon."

Understanding the subtext in her words, He Yu nodded meekly and obediently: "Okay, Mom."

Mother He was very relieved to hear this mother's voice. She reached out and touched He Yu's hair with a gentle expression, "Regardless of whether you have won a prize in this competition, I have invited many teachers and professors from the painter circle for this birthday party. You pave the way."

If this was in the past, He Yu wouldn't dare to think about such a thing as a pie in the sky.

But now he has learned to accept all these proficiently and welcome the bright life that will soon belong to him.

He Yu hugged Mother He's arm, and rubbed her head on her shoulder like a cat: "Mom, you are so kind to me, I really love you."

96 can't laugh at all. As a system, it can grasp the dynamics of all things in the world in real time.

It naturally saw how big the plagiarism was, and how fiercely the students scolded it.

The Jinlu Cup issued a notice as quickly as possible, claiming that the entries will be checked one by one.If there is evidence of plagiarism by others, please report it.

If plagiarism is verified, they will be listed as dishonest students, and will be banned from participating in the Jinlu Cup for three consecutive years.

All the official fathers came out to speak, and the muddy water that had been disturbed turned into a mess. Many people clamored for the poster to post evidence.

Begging for a hammer, the host also posted two pictures just now, one is a painting in a room where many paintings are collected, and there is a painting that is astonishing as heaven and man.

The shooting time is specially marked on the photo. The second picture is taken from a surveillance camera, and the picture quality is not very clear.

But it is vaguely discernible that someone is painting with his back to the monitor, and what his subordinates are painting is the first painting in the collection room!

There is also a time in the lower right corner of the surveillance video. Comparing the shooting times of the two photos, it is clear that they are one before and one after.

It is known that the paintings of famous artists come first, and the works of competitions come second. Apart from plagiarism, what else can be used to explain it?

It's impossible for a famous artist to travel to the future. After seeing He Shu's paintings, he went back and drew them himself, right? ?

For a while, the popularity on the Internet exploded, and some enthusiastic netizens quickly moved the evidence, and @官方爸爸 came over to check it out.

The name He Shu was reduced overnight from a synonym for genius to a homeless dog, and was nailed to the pillar of shame for plagiarism.

96 After reading the public opinion on the Internet, he disconnected from the Internet in annoyance, simply out of sight and out of mind.

On the other hand, the ratings also jumped like a cliff, many people have deducted their incomprehension, and some people are clamoring for a slap in the face.

Whether it's the popularity of the world line or the mission viewing port, the popularity is all over the top.

96 didn't know much about it, it was just a small system, and it panicked a lot at the moment, it desperately needed a sense of security to look for Shen Xinglan.

Then I saw Shen Xinglan sitting on the lawn basking in the sun.

Yes, that's right, at this critical moment, it is very likely that the plot hit rate was not completed, but was hit by others instead, which led to the moment when all rewards were cleared.

Shen Xinglan was as still as a mountain, and still had time to read a book.

What kind of mind is this, 96 is shocked.

There were people coming and going on the lawn, busy arranging the scene of the birthday party, and the flowers brought back by air from abroad formed a few large characters: Happy 17th birthday to He Yu!

Shen Xinglan happened to be sitting opposite the garland, with a remnant chess set on the wooden coffee table in his hand, and a few packets of snacks and nuts piled up beside the chess board.

This is a picture of time and tranquility. The young man with quiet eyes and elegant demeanor is wearing home clothes and leaning in a rocking chair. There is green grass under him and blue sky and white clouds above his head.

The long wind blows, mixed with the cold plum fragrance that seems to be absent.

Shen Xinglan tilted his head. He Qingcheng was dressed in soot and long sleeves, and the hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind. He sat down casually and looked down at the chess game.

Heizi is attacking fiercely, while Baizi is in the state of a trapped animal, the way of life is cut off, scattered scattered.

Shen Xinglan rested his chin on his hands and continued to read.

He heard the sound of falling, and the tips of his ears moved. He followed the sound, and his eyes froze.

The slender jade hand picked up the white pieces, and landed them in an inconspicuous corner. In an instant, all the white pieces were enlivened, and even brought about a shocking reversal of the chess game.

Although Baizi's distribution is scattered, they are active in one place and everywhere, like a dragon swinging its head, indistinguishable from Heizi!

Shen Xinglan put down the book, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "High."

He Qingcheng smiled softly: "Just play whatever you want."

Shen Xinglan was in high spirits, holding the black pieces in his hand, instead of encircling the white pieces in a hurry, but strictly guarding against them.

The thinking of the two when playing chess is completely different. Shen Xinglan's chess moves seem to be chaotic, but in fact he is step by step. He thinks fast and plays fast. After waiting for half a minute after each game, he taps on the corner of the table.

But He Qingcheng's calm waters flow deep, and he does not show the mountains and does not show the water. He is full of murderous intentions, and if he is not careful, he will fall into his net.

The two played games silently, from the sunny afternoon to the dusk, they quietly climbed up to the sky, and a crescent moon lightly revealed a small bud in the sky.

The lawn is lit up with dots of lights, the halo is warm and yellow, trembling with the wind.

Suddenly, He Qingcheng said, "You lost."

This time there is really no way out, the chessboard is densely packed with black and white chess pieces, and there is no place to stay.

Shen Xinglan tapped her finger on the table, with a faint smile on her lips: "I'm willing to bow down."

After playing chess for such a long time, the young man made an imperceptible sound from his lips. He stretched his body without the embarrassment of losing chess. Under the hazy moonlight, he showed a relaxed and safe posture.

The tattoo between the collarbones flashed by.

He Qingcheng glanced over it uncontrollably, his voice was still soft: "May I ask a question?"

Playing chess is like making friends, meeting opponents at chess, Shen Xinglan is in a good mood at the moment, he said briskly, "What do you want to ask?"

He Qingcheng didn't speak, but raised his white long fingers, landed on his collar, and slowly moved to the side.

Under the moonlight, that white finger was like a light butterfly, about to fall, and finally tapped the lonely collarbone.

It was obviously a very normal action, but Shen Xinglan suddenly wanted to look away for a moment.

Inexplicably, I felt some itching in my collarbone.

"Here," He Qingcheng is always gentle, tranquil, possessing infinitely addictive magic power, "why is it mint flower?"

This is the second time he's mentioned it, and it's really unusual for him to pay attention to it.

Shen Xinglan squinted her eyes, and smiled as if she didn't notice it: "Why don't you like tattoos? There's no reason to like them."

He Qingcheng paused, then nodded slightly: "Okay."

This answer is actually very strange. Generally, the normal answer is, that is the case, or continue to ask in depth.

His words seemed to be obsessed with the answer to a certain question, and he was briefly persuaded at this moment.

Shen Xinglan doesn't care what he thinks at all. To him, making money is the most important thing. Everyone in the world line will not meet again after this dungeon ends.

They're all just passers-by.

The sensible thing to do is to get up and leave, ending this off-topic conversation.

Maybe the sun is too warm all afternoon, maybe the nuts beside the chessboard are delicious.

Shen Xinglan tilted his head, stared at him, and slightly parted his thin lips: "It's time for me to ask you."

Upbringing and demeanor have already been engraved in his bones, He Qingcheng stretched out his hand, "Excuse me."

Shen Xinglan spoke very slowly, thinking while asking, "Are you really He Qingcheng?"

It seems that a certain string that tends to balance between the two has changed again, wandering in an uncontrollable direction.

No one knows what will happen in the future, the word unknown, full of surprises, surprises, and explorations.

He Qingcheng was not surprised that he would ask this question.

The fluorescent lights in the grass were like stars all over the sky, so he smiled among the stars, and the moonlight condensed on the corners of his lips, as warm as jade.

"What do you think?"

The ball was thrown back again, and Shen Xinglan blinked slightly.

He raised his hand to pick up the sunspot in the middle of the chessboard, held it in the palm of his hand, and moved it towards He Qingcheng.

He Qingcheng opened his hand obediently, the young man let go, and the exquisite and small sunspot fell into the white palm of his hand.

"This is my chess," Shen Xinglan looked at him, "Give it back to me when we meet next time."

Those eyes are beautifully curved, covered with a layer of silver frost by the moonlight, like a silver fox, which may disappear into the forest at any time.

He Qingcheng subconsciously clenched the black chess in his hand.Realizing what he was doing, he relaxed a little.

The Linglong black chess piece was still in the palm of his hand, while Shen Xinglan stood up, waved at him, and went upstairs without looking back.

The author says:

Please answer me loudly, is it long or not?