True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

It was Lin Xi who spoke.

Lin Xi is twenty-eight years old this year, and he is not lowly accomplished in calligraphy and painting. He is also very talented, and can be called young and promising.

His teacher is also a master of calligraphy, so he naturally received an invitation.

He came early, and the cameras followed behind him.

Lin Xi was young and energetic, and he didn't think about anything at all, let alone the consequences, so it was exposed directly.

It has nothing to do with him either.

In front of the live camera again, Lin Xi pointed to a very light pattern in the middle of the scroll: This is the exclusive seal of Master Wei Hou, and laymen can't see it.

But if you look closely, you can see that the pattern forms a 'Wei' character.

Qingzhi's teachers looked at each other, inevitably a little dissatisfied.

Fortunately, at this time, there are not many people watching the live broadcast.

The art team leader recovered from the shock. He raised his hand and signaled the photographer to turn off the camera first.

Lin Xi's face was cold: If something like this happened, what would your school say?

He only handed over this letter to Wei Hou the day before yesterday, and I saw it here today.

If it wasn't stolen, he wouldn't believe it.

We didn't know about this matter, and we didn't expect that some students would be so bold. The art team leader didn't make any excuses. In this way, we will announce criticism at the opening ceremony and expel them.

Qingzhi will never tolerate cheating.

Not to mention, this incident also involved Wei Hou.

This time, the school invited many masters from the art world, and even the chairman of the Shanghai Calligraphy Association.

But Wei Hou is a director of the General Association of Chinese Calligraphy Art.

Status and status are not at all equal.

By stealing Wei Hou's words, isn't he provoking the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association?

The art team leader frowned as he looked at the words on the scroll.

He had some doubts before that it really wasn't written by Ying Zijin himself.

Lin Xi's expression softened: Your school's decision is fair, and it will indeed be severely punished.

He didn't have any interest in watching it any longer, and when he left the exhibition room, he met Zhong Zhiwan head-on.

Senior Brother Lin. Zhong Zhiwan greeted with a smile, I didn't expect you to come too.

Knowing night, I was looking for you. Lin Xi took her aside, Do you know a student named Ying Zijin?

Zhong Zhiwan was surprised: Ying Zijin? She is my cousin, what happened to her?

No wonder. Lin Xi knew that Zhong Zhiwan had borrowed the scroll back to copy it that day. She should have seen it was well written, but she didn't know who wrote it, and then stole it to participate in the art festival.

Zhong Zhiwan hesitated: No way, although my cousin came from the countryside, she actually...

For the money. Lin Xi contemptuously said, I've seen people like this a lot, but they don't really like calligraphy at all.

His teacher is also a member of the Calligraphy Association, and many people want to worship him every year.

But many of them want to use his teacher's reputation to sell more money when selling calligraphy and painting.

So— Zhong Zhiwan paused, Brother Lin found out about her cheating?

Well, don't ask her for mercy on this matter. Lin Xi raised his hand and said lightly, Your school will report criticism and expel her in a while.

Zhong Zhiwan pressed the corner of his lips and restrained his smile: I see, Senior Brother Lin.

**

offstage.

student area.

The girl leaning on the chair straightened up and opened her slightly closed eyes.

The sun was scattered on her long eyelashes, and a mottled shadow hung down.

Father Ying, are you not going to sleep? Xiu Yu noticed her movements, The opening ceremony hasn't arrived yet.

Ying Zijin slowly stretched, and said in a low voice, I have something to do.

Huh? Xiu Yu didn't know why, What's the matter?

It's nothing. Ying Zijin put his head on his hand, lazily, It's fun.

Xiu Yu shook his head.

Here again, that's it.

Make her feel that their father Ying is a god.

A few minutes passed, and it was nine o'clock.

The camera equipment is fully set up to ensure that the live broadcast will not be interrupted due to sudden failures.

Seats have been set up on the stage, and nameplates are placed on the table.

Some of the seats were vacant, but most of the guests were already seated, and they were all leading figures in the art world.

With Lin Xi's status, he could only sit in the third row.

The live broadcast officially started, and more and more people watched.

As one of the top three schools in the country, Qingzhi Middle School has a very good reputation.

[Huh, it's time for the opening ceremony, I want to see how arrogant Qingzhi is. 】

[I'm here, I'm here, look at the guest seats, there are really a lot of masters here. 】

【Lin Xi! Is that Lin Xi! Lin Xi is really the grass of the art world, so handsome. 】

[No, he looks good, but the art world doesn't look at strength, why is he looking at face? 】

[Then let’s learn about our Lin Xijie grass. When he was twelve years old, his words sold for a high price of 500,000. 】

【The arrogant arrogant... 】

To have this achievement at the age of twelve, the talent is really good.

[Hey, look, why did Lin Xi stand up? What is he doing with the microphone? 】

[A bit confused, shouldn't the host give a speech first? 】

[Lin Xi's face is not very good, it is estimated that there is something important, so squat. 】

Seeing this, the principal, who was sitting in the first row with the president of Shanghai Art Association, also wondered, What's going on?

The head of the art group said busyly: Principal, there is an emergency.

He explained in a low voice, over there, Lin Xi had already spoken.

Art is noble and great, it lets us know what beauty is, so I absolutely do not allow anyone to insult art. Lin Xi's voice spread throughout the playground through the microphone, I am here today to appreciate the next generation. work, and support them, but I didn’t expect such a bad thing to happen!”

A student even stole the work of Master Wei Hou to participate in the competition!

Lin Xi said coldly, If Master Wei Hou hadn't personally told me that he wrote this letter, I would have been deceived by this student.

As soon as this sentence came out, not only the students offstage, but even the netizens before the live broadcast were shocked.

[Fuck, I heard it right, stealing the words of Master Wei Hou to participate in the competition? 】

[Ah this... I have heard Wei Hou's name even if I don't care about calligraphy, how dare this student? 】

[Tsk tsk, there is a good show to watch. 】

Take Wei Hou's words to the competition. Xiu Yu exclaimed, Daddy Ying, who do you think is so arrogant?

Ying Zijin changed his posture and sat down: Well, me.

Xiu Yu was choked: ...Dad, don't be kidding, I've been suffering from a heart attack all this time.

I can pick it up for you and replace it with a mechanical one.

...

on stage.

Lin Xi had already stood aside at this time, and the one who took the microphone was the head of the art team.

In response to this cheating incident, the school will never tolerate it. After discussion, Ying Zijin's classmate's qualification to participate in the competition will be disqualified, and the punishment will be expelled.

The apple in Xiu Yu's hand fell off.

Jiang Ran slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly.

There was a lot of discussion around.

Ying Zijin? Why is she? She can't think of cheating.

It is estimated that I have attended Zhiwan, so I also want to participate. I have to compare everything with Zhiwan, and I don't think I can compare?

This is really self-inflicted.

Jiang Ran was annoyed when he heard it. He stood up suddenly, the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and was very irritable: Beep what? Shut me up!

The students fell silent immediately.

What punishment did I say you're doing? Jiang Ran turned his head, and a faint scarlet appeared in the bottom of his eyes, Is there any evidence? Just dismissed? How did you become a teacher?

[I go, who is this, so arrogant? 】

[Qingzhi is a school bully, if you don't study well, things will gather together, and people will be divided into groups. 】

Of course there is evidence. Lin Xi didn't know Jiang Ran, so naturally he didn't know his identity.

He took out the scroll, unfolded it, projected it on the big screen, and sneered: See clearly, this is the seal of Master Wei Hou. Ask her, did she write this word?

Yeah. Ying Zijin finally spoke, she glanced at it lightly, and didn't care, It really wasn't written by me.

Jiang Ran frowned.

Xiu Yu pulled him back to his seat: Dad, don't interrupt.

Jiang Ran: ...

Zhong Zhiwan's expression froze, very surprised.

She hadn't thought that Ying Zijin would admit it.

Do you think that you will be able to reduce the punishment if you take the initiative to admit your fault?

Too naive.

The barrage is also a mockery.

[I vomited, and I'm so embarrassed to say that I didn't write it myself, so why cheat? 】

[Thick-skinned, Qingzhi did the right thing, this kind of student should be expelled. 】

【Is it alright to slap yourself in the face? 】

[I don’t speak, maybe there will be a reversal, and it will be you who will be slapped in the face in a while. 】

Did you hear? She...

Before Lin Xi finished speaking, she heard the girl's voice rise slowly and lightly.

To put it mildly in one sentence.

I can't write such rubbish.

...

The whole place suddenly fell silent.

Zhong Zhiwan was shocked.

Does Ying Zijin know what he is talking about?

Her teacher couldn't even write this word.

Ying Zijin actually said this word garbage?

[No, she said she couldn't write such rubbish, who did she think she was? ? ? 】

[I've taken it, so arrogant? Ning knew who Master Wei Hou was. Ning just said that, who gave Ning the face? 】

[Laughing to death, you can't write such rubbish, then you write, you write now, so that we can see how well you write. 】

Lin Xi did not expect that the girl not only did not admit her mistake, but was so arrogant.

He laughed angrily, and said coldly, Set the table, bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and let her write.

Well, I can finally ask for a monthly pass~

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