The confused Su Meng hung up the phone before she could ask what happened.
What's going on? Where did Director Zhao get offended?
No, I have been working diligently and conscientiously in the past few days. I think of ways to shoot videos and take notes every day. I only use one right hand to do the work of four hands. Not to mention how dedicated I am. Why?
Made Director Zhao angry?
Su Meng was thinking, thinking, whether she should find "Wangcai" to find out the situation?
But how can this person "Wangcai" be so easy to negotiate with? If he is not careful, he will be wronged again!
Su Meng thought about it, Director Zhao was very angry right now. Wasn't he hitting the target by going over like this? No matter what, he had to let her slow down and calm down her anger!
Su Meng wasted no time, blackened her shoes and clothes with charcoal, threw the paint on her body casually, deliberately messed up her hair, went up and down the stairs four or five times, pretending to look like she was working hard, and ran quickly to the
Classroom 405.
"Huhu... Director Zhao, are you looking for me?"
The group of people in the room had different expressions on their faces.
Teacher Wang looked proud, Xia Yi was happy with a hint of panic, and Director Zhao was furious. There were two people she didn't know beside her. Su Meng guessed they were professors from the ZG Academy of Fine Arts.
Before Su Meng could find Jiang Wangcai's figure, Teacher Wang, who was not far away, had already taken a preemptive strike and taunted her in a strange way, leaving Su Meng confused.
"Teacher Su, you are really a busy person. You usually put on airs and make us wait. Today, Professor Fang came here to give guidance and communicate. Why are you still so impolite?"
"Ah... I'm sorry. I was just helping my classmates correct their drawings. I didn't know that I was here to see Professor Fang. I'm really sorry!"
Su Meng deliberately added some movements to herself, in order to make everyone present notice the "traces" left on her clothes after her "hard work".
"Why are you humiliating yourself here? You're also correcting the students' paintings! Look at what you painted!"
Su Meng looked at the paintings pointed by Director Zhao and had no idea what they were talking about.
"Did I draw this? Isn't this what I drew?"
Su Meng looked at everyone with a surprised look. Although their expressions were slightly different, they all looked like they were waiting to see a joke. Apparently no one believed her.
"Your name is written on the back of this painting, and you still say it wasn't you? It wasn't you, you wrote your name? Su Meng, didn't you also want to get this quota at first? Jiang Ning gave this quota to you
, are you just using these three bad paintings to deceive people?"
Director Zhao's last few words were said behind Su Meng's ear through gritted teeth, and Su Meng truly felt Director Zhao's anger.
Compared to Director Zhao's rage, Su Meng was just a little surprised and not too excited.
It's obvious that someone wants to correct themselves. It's useless to argue with them now. The most important thing is to find my own paintings.
For this current situation, there are only two results for my painting.
The first is that the person who did the manipulation simply wanted to discredit himself, so the paintings he painted should have been thrown into the trash can or hidden. I handed in the paintings after one o'clock in the afternoon. If the paintings were thrown away
Yes, it's four o'clock now, and the probability of finding it is still very high.
Second, the person may have changed his painting, which would be easier. There is a 90% probability that the painting is still in this classroom.
Although those three paintings were all imperfect works that she had painted in her spare time. But there is one thing to say. Although the details of these three paintings were not perfect, Su Meng was still quite satisfied with the overall relationship and color sense.
of.
The main reason was that Director Zhao asked him to replace Jiang Ning. Something happened unexpectedly, and he didn't prepare any works. In addition, he only had one hand that could be used flexibly, so he could only use these three hastily painted paintings to replace him.
Sure enough, Su Meng didn't glance around the ground, but saw her own drawing on the blackboard.
"Director Zhao, those three paintings were painted by me."
Su Meng's expression did not change, her heart did not beat. Everyone looked at each other in surprise, and then looked at Su Meng in disbelief.
"Su Meng! You are so shameless! These three paintings are works painted by our teacher Xia Yixia. Professor Fang just gave a very high evaluation and intends to find our teacher Xia to study at ZG Academy of Fine Arts. You are quite good at choosing.
Ah! I think you are jealous. Can you tell such a lie?"
Su Meng spread her hands and shrugged casually. The eyes she glanced at Xia Yi seemed to see through her heart, causing Xia Yi to keep retreating and dodging.
Haha, are you scared now? Why didn’t you expect today when you changed the works?
Su Meng recalled that when she was handing over a painting, she happened to meet Xia Yi, and the two had some quarrels. At that time, her painting was placed at the top, and her name was written in pencil. Changing her name was a big problem for Xia Yi.
It's too easy to say.
After all, I still blame myself, why did I write my name with a pencil? Phew, now it’s better, I got into big trouble.
"If you want to believe it, believe it. If you don't believe it, I can't help it."
Su Meng said it didn't matter, let them believe it or not, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. However, it was better to do less than to do more. Besides, she only participated for 3,000 yuan, and the 3,000 yuan had already gone into her pocket.
Why bother with it?
"Hehe, girl, what you said seems quite noble."
Fang Liang lit a cigar, sat arrogantly on the chair, crossed his legs, and quickly looked at Su Meng.
The thick smell of smoke made Su Meng very uncomfortable. Her nose felt like ants gnawing at it, and she couldn't stop sneezing.
"Aqiu! Professor Fang, as the saying goes, justice lies in the heart...Aqiu!"
Fang Liang was still puffing away, while Su Meng was rubbing her nose, retreating steadily.
"What's your name? Is it Su Meng? Since you said the three paintings on the ground were not painted by you, you have to provide evidence. I, Fang Liang, have been teaching for so many years, and no one has ever dared to do anything under my nose.
Over the holidays. I just told a few other teachers that the three paintings on the ground are not only terrible, but also mainly a matter of attitude. If a teacher has this attitude when teaching, then I think she is not suitable for the position of teacher.
So, if you can’t prove that these three paintings were not painted by you, then I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”
Fang Liang spoke slowly and looked calm.
On the other hand, Su Meng didn't feel aggrieved. The main reason was that the rhinitis was spreading, making her sneeze non-stop and bring "tears" to her eyes.
Although Su Meng was in a very embarrassed state at this time, the eyes she glanced at Xia Yi were still sharp.
"What are you looking at! Su Meng, you are too bold to play tricks in front of Professor Fang!"
Although Xia Yi felt guilty, the matter had come to this and she had to continue to be tough, otherwise she would be the one to lose her job.
"Then let's compete on the spot."
The voice came from behind Su Meng, and before she could react, the mask was already on her face, and the cool lemon scent eased the discomfort in her nasal cavity.
Jiang Ning's face was so close at hand. Su Meng casually moved her eyes, and those handsome facial features fell into her eyes, making people's hearts beat faster.
Su Meng secretly cursed herself for not living up to expectations. Didn't she know that "Jiang Wangcai" had many dogs? How could she still be interested in him and feel excited?
"What's the comparison? Teacher Jiang, can you stop making decisions for me all the time!"
Su Meng suppressed her voice and complained softly in Jiang Ning's ear.
Su Meng's inner os: Crazy, crazy, Jiang Wangcai is starting to dig a hole for himself again!
Jiang Ning patted Su Meng's shoulders with both hands and whispered softly behind her ear:
"I trust you."
Su Meng swallowed her saliva inexplicably nervously.
"Please...a hand!"
"Don't worry, I'll be your other hand."
Jiang Ning's words... these words... make people get goosebumps!
Fang Liang glanced at the two people, and the next second, after looking at Jiang Ning, he shook his head helplessly and put out the cigar.
"I think your plan is feasible, Xiao Jiang. Teacher Xia, can you accept it?"
When the choice was given to Xia Yi, Xia Yi was completely panicked.
It seems that Xia Yi has the right to choose, but in fact, at this moment, Xia Yi is riding a tiger and is unable to get off.
There is no other choice but to agree to compete.
Su Meng's hand is disabled, is it possible that she can still paint herself? When painting on the spot later, as long as she deliberately imitates the tone of her brushstrokes, she might be able to cover up the past.
At that time, what will happen no matter how good Su Meng's painting is? It still can't change the fact that she deliberately handed in inferior paintings and disrespected Fang Liang!
"Of course I can accept it! Actually, Teacher Su, your hand is injured, so it's normal for your painting to be bad. Compared to lying, I think Professor Fang would rather you be honest!"
Su Meng only had the word "shameless" in her mind. Now, even if she said a word to Xia Yi, it would make people feel extremely disgusting.
Su Meng turned around and went out, ready to get her brushes and easel, but found that Jiang Ning had packed them for her and placed them at the door.
Could it be that I didn’t see him just now and he went to arrange this?
Su Meng's emotions were a little complicated, and her head began to spin rapidly.
Professor Fang was picked up by Jiang Ning, so he should have known for a long time that his "painting" was being criticized. After knowing this, he did not question himself or blame himself, but silently prepared a brush for himself.
Easel? Why?
Su Meng sat blankly on the small chair, staring at her work on the blackboard, without writing for a long time.
When Su Meng saw Professor Fang, Su Meng suddenly became enlightened!
Okay, as expected of Jiang Wangcai, he is really a dog! He is trying every means to get me to pay back the money! Why don’t you work hard to prove it to yourself! If all three paintings on the wall are selected, there will be nine thousand yuan!
Su Meng glanced disdainfully at Jiang Ning, who was still helping her mix paint. Humph, forget it, forget it, arguing with "Wang Cai", wouldn't she become "Wang Cai" too?
An hour and a half later, Su Meng threw the brush into the bucket.
"No more painting?"
"No more drawing."
Su Meng answered Jiang Ning angrily, still feeling confused in her heart.
"It's very similar to the painting on the blackboard."
Jiang Ning lowered her head to organize the painting materials, and Su Meng was a little confused about his emotions.
"That was originally painted by me. What is a nine-point portrait? Why should I imitate myself?"