Mr. said the sugar cake is not as sweet as me

"The only one who is not qualified is you, Liu Zhirui."

Jiang Ziqing could hardly suppress the hostility in his heart, Fu Qingyang frowned and gave him a hand: "Ziqing, calm down."

Liu Zhirui only felt the eerie aura surrounding him lighten, and his limbs warmed up. He looked at the man who "speaks for himself", and showed a sweet smile.

"Thanks……"

"Don't be sentimental, the story of you dragging Youyou down won't be so easy to turn over." The man glanced at her coldly, then looked at his friend who was calm, "Still protecting your student?"

Liu Zhirui's face froze, he subconsciously looked at Jiang Ziqing, and he saw the hesitant and tangled expression of the stunning man.

"Teacher, I have completed more than half of the paintings exhibited in the exhibition next month as originally planned. Would you like to see them?"

Jiang Ziqing's eyes darkened: "Threat me?"

Liu Zhirui didn't dare to look at him, but she gained confidence: "Why, this time I want to discuss my N-word painting style with the teacher."

As she spoke, she was afraid that Jiang Ziqing would regret not caring about her, so she quickly put the paintings she brought on the easel and lifted the black cloth.

Brilliant and bold colors impact the field of vision, and the majestic "N" brush printing makes people feel excited.

Jiang Ziqing pursed her lips, next month's youth painting exhibition cannot be without this eye-catching work.

He sighed, looking at Fu Qingyang and Bai Shuyou with apologetic expressions.Just when she was about to say something, Xiaoyouzi, nestled in the man's arms, frowned. The more she looked at the painting, the more strange she felt.

"Huh... No, it's not the N-character painting method... Well, Uncle Wen said that the starting momentum is heavy, the tail is full, and the moon is full and the moon is short. Both ends are empty. Youyou remember correctly, why is it so similar to Z-character painting... ..."

A trace of panic disappeared in Liu Zhirui's eyes, she glared at Bai Shuyou viciously, her tone was hasty and excited.

"What zigzag painting, there is no such genre at all! You are a layman, what do you know? Don't pretend to understand and talk nonsense here!"

Youyou is very unhappy, he is not talking nonsense, he has never been lazy in the homework that Uncle Wen prepared for him!

"I, I didn't talk nonsense... The N-character painting method is mostly the genre of right-handed people... and the Z-character painting method, yes, it is formed by adding left-handedness and personal special quirks..."

Liu Zhirui seemed to have thought of something, her face was filled with a guilty conscience that couldn't be concealed.After Jiang Ziqing on the side heard Bai Shuyou, Ling Lie's scrutiny eyes fell on his student chief.

"Is there anything you want to explain?"

"Master! You believe his nonsense?"

"Oh." Jiang Ziqing sneered.

"Mr. Eleven mentioned the Z genre in the "Dictionaries", but he didn't describe it in detail. Before, I felt that your N-letter paintings were a little different from other N genres. You said that it was caused by personal habits..."

Liu Zhirui was sweating coldly on her back, she was terrified, if her appropriation of other people's paintings were exposed, then she would not want to stay in the painting circle art circle in the future.

"This, this is really my personal habit!"

Seeing the stalemate in the atmosphere, Fu Qingyang was a little impatient: "Is it her painting, Ziqing, let her paint it on the spot."

Jiang Ziqing is a lecturer specially hired by the University of Arts. He only occasionally points out the students' paintings on weekdays. He doesn't have the leisure time to watch over their paintings in person.

"Okay, Liu Zhirui, I have all the paints and brushes in my studio, don't make excuses."

Liu Zhirui bit the bullet and picked up the brush, imitating the style of the half painting, wide open and closed but stiff and rough.

Jiang Ziqing was disappointed and angry.

He accepted the special appointment of the University of Arts last year, and the main reason was the unique style of the N genre, Liu Zhirui, the chief student.

Now he had to think, maybe Yida knew about Liu Zhirui's stealing other people's paintings for himself, or maybe Yida was involved in it.

"Liu Zhirui, let Principal Li give me an explanation for this matter. I won't take care of the youth art exhibition next month, and I don't need the title of special service teacher. From now on, you people from the University of Arts are not allowed to come close to me. Famous painting workshop half a step. Get out of here!"

Liu Zhirui didn't dare to delay, the revelation of the incident made her confused, she had to come up with a countermeasure quickly, otherwise, it would be too easy for Mr. Ziqing's status in the painting circle to make her notorious.

But how did she know that Jiang Ziqing didn't bother to use these low-level methods to ruin other people's futures.

The studio regained its calm, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressed.

The main reason is that Jiang Ziqing is a little lonely.

The unique and streamlined artist he appreciates does not exist at all!

"Beauty, brother beauty... Did Youyou do something wrong...?"

Bai Shuyou didn't want him to be sad. After all, he was her husband's friend. If her husband's friend was sad, what if it affected her husband and made her unhappy.

"Youyou is great, you can recognize the Z school at a glance. Come on, I was just angry, and I haven't looked at Youyou's paintings."

Jiang Ziqing got closer, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

His skillful painting skills are not much worse than his own.

"How many years have you studied with Mr. Eleven?"

"Well, six years...?"

Youyou didn't know if it counted as six years. After all, he used to be in a villa in the suburbs, basically painting with Uncle Wen, and he didn't have any other entertainment activities.

"Okay, what about the road?"

Fu Qingyang interrupted Jiang Ziqing's question in a cold voice. He reached out to fish out the little grapefruit and spoke in a low voice.

"Don't be stupid in the future, answer what others ask you, and count the money for him if you are sold, it's not stupid."

After being ridiculed by Fu Qingyang, Jiang Ziqing didn't have the mood to be depressed, and his anger rose up: "Fu Bingkuo, am I that kind of person? Your Youyou's paintings are of the level, R genre, you fucking still Tell me you just understand a little, are you blind??"

The man who was pierced in front of Youyou's face was gloomy.Seeing that her husband was about to be bullied, the little grapefruit nestled in his arms hurriedly hummed: "Youyou, I only know a little bit, but my husband didn't. I'm not wrong!"

Fu Qingyang sighed and ignored Jiang Ziqing.He raised his hand and rubbed Bai Shuyou's little head: "Youyou, since you like painting again, I originally planned to send you to the University of Arts for training..."

Before she finished speaking, Xiaoyouzi panicked.

What does this mean, my husband wants to send him away?

Why……

"Yes, it's Youyou at home, isn't it disobedient... First, sir, don't want Youyou anymore... Don't send Youyou away, okay? Youyou will, will be obedient..."

The two white claws hugged the man's arm restlessly and refused to let go, for fear that her husband would abandon her in a blink of an eye.

"No, I sent you to study, forget it... Anyway, it was a previous plan, and now I don't need it. University of Arts, it seems that it is not a good place to go."

Little Yuzi's amber eyes lit up, he didn't understand the meaning of training, but as long as her husband didn't send her away, it would be fine!

Jiang Ziqing stared at the painting for a moment: "Youyou, do you want to stay in this studio to paint? Or just move here, there is still a vacant room here."

Fu Qingyang's arms around Xiaoyouzi's waist instantly tightened. He looked coldly at Jiang Ziqing, who was digging the wall, and frowned.

"No, he doesn't want to."