"I think"
"I don't think it's possible." Miao Aung Win said decisively before the situation developed out of control.
The scene is a bit embarrassing.
The female reporter looked over with undisguised surprise.
There were bursts of uncontrollable laughter among the surrounding crowd.
Miao Angwen realized that his tone at the moment was a bit too timid.
He could only make up for it and said, "It's ridiculous to hold an art competition on the spot. You guys have time to do all these things. I have classes to attend in the afternoon. The art in my heart is This is a complex and sophisticated serious subject, not a circus performance involving a fire ring."
"I also think this is too childish."
The professional ethics of female reporters have long been criticized. Sold out.
Fortunately, he successfully suppressed his anger at being slapped in the face by Kou Kou. After calming down, his ability to react on the spot was still online.
She noticed that Miao Angwen flinched for no apparent reason.
The reporter also immediately changed the rhetoric on his lips.
"Miss, you are too naive. The grades in school mean nothing to an artist. Even ordinary people know that galleries often value something bigger and rarer. As the official notice of Three-dimensional Universe said, what they value is the creativity, wildness, freedom, unrestrainedness and expression of ideas shown by Miao Angwin."
"Bi. Given these important qualities that are as precious as gold, sketching exercises in schools are simply not on the table.”
The reporter found the words to attack, “Miao Aung Win is a rising art star who has attracted international attention. Gu Wei. He is an ordinary classmate. The two of them are not on the same stage at all. Why does he need to prove himself through childish classroom exercises?"
"It's like confusing someone. Mathematicians and primary school students are comparing who can add and subtract faster within a hundred, isn't it?"
She asked loudly.
“First, sketching practice is not about addition and subtraction within a hundred. It is a reflection of a person’s control over the pencil in his hand and his proficiency in using the pen, which can well reflect the lines of a certain painter. The level of the structure is clear and direct."
"We are art students. Art students are not more wild than painting. Why are we howling like monkeys on the side?"
Kou Kouzi. Face it.
He gave Miao Angwen a big eye roll next to him.
"What are you looking at?"
Miao Angwen's blood-soaked heart felt stung again by this monkey-like look, and he couldn't help but frown. asked.
"It's okay, you are already wild enough. There is no need to get into the fire ring. I believe you can win if you are more wild." Koko looked back, and the teasing meaning in her tone could not be hidden. come out.
Right.
Kou Kou even once took a debate class.
In addition, even if you have not experienced the baptism of debate competitions, it is quite difficult for a reporter to rely on words to get through being a cheerleader who oversees a large group of chattering and scheming girls every day.
"Secondly, even if it is addition and subtraction within one hundred. Whether you are convincing or not is one thing, I don't even have the courage to compare."
She showed a bright smile" It’s not something to be proud of.”
The female reporter couldn’t help but gritted her teeth slightly.
She had no idea that a student girl would be so difficult to deal with. Ever since Kou Kou appeared, the rhythm of the entire interview was gradually out of her control.
"Finally."
Kou Kou stretched her fingers and gave the final blow, "You were the one who just questioned Gu Weijing's grades in school. Now you are saying that the grades are not good for you." You are the only one who is useless as an artist, and you are the only one who can tell the truth. People say that women are fickle, but it is too shameless for reporters to be like you."
< p>The audience was silent for a moment."Pah"
"Pah, pah, pah"
I don't know who took the lead. With the first round of applause, it seemed like he was pushed down. A chain reaction of dominoes occurred, and the crowd around them all clapped their hands vigorously.
Applause swept in like a wave, and everyone shouted Kou Kou’s name in unison.
It was as enthusiastic as witnessing her just completing a free throw line dunk in an interschool basketball game.
This little sister is so interesting and fun.
Young people like heroes who dare to play devil’s advocate.
They will cheer for Miao Aung Win’s recent achievements, and will also support from the bottom of their hearts Kou Kou’s wonderful performance in front of the camera.
Brave, confident, and measured in advance and retreat.
They used the applause and cheers given to the ancient Greek orators who won the debate in the citizens' assembly in the textbook to support the little queen on their campus.
Even the principal was smiling and clapping his hands.
He didn’t like the female reporter’s remarks that an artist’s achievements were completely separate from school studies.
What a person achieves in the gallery is completely without credit to the school. What’s the point of parents spending a lot of money to send their children to a school like Dulwich College?
“Did the scene just be recorded?”
He lowered his voice and turned around He grabbed the principal's office assistant who was not far behind him with a SLR camera hanging around his neck, and asked secretly.
"Record it or not? You didn't tell me."
The office assistant asked in confusion.
When there are news interviews in the school, assistants like him will also temporarily act as campus reporters, taking promotional photos and updating the content of the news wall on the admissions official website.
When interviewing Miao Aung Win, the assistant took a lot of photos, but later it became clear that something was not right.
The poor Canadian principal broke out in a cold sweat and wished he could grease his soles, and ran away on the spot.
Of course he was too sensible and stopped taking pictures.
"If you don't record such a good interview, what you record will have no camera feel at all. Hurry up and add a few photos." The principal frowned, dissatisfied with his subordinates' insensitivity to capturing news, and was a little angry.
The assistant was so aggrieved that he did not dare to reply, so he had to pick up the camera and press the shutter button wildly.
"Don't put Miao Angwin's content on the official website yet. Let's wait and see the situation first. However, if the fraud is not clearly confirmed in the end or is groundless. Then what Kou Kou interviewed The content can be put on the Dewei promotional page. Look for the videos taken by the students, and I will discuss it with the headquarters. We can also put a copy on the official YouTube account."
He whispered.
The reporter didn’t give him any face just now, and the principal didn’t want to give him any face either.
What private schools most hope to cultivate in publicity is actually not students like Gu Weijing with good grades and boring personalities, but students like Kou Kou who have independent character, critical thinking ability, and social influence. powerful public figure.
Coupled with the fact that Kou Kou’s appearance is so good, she naturally has stage looks.
The principal had been mumbling and at a loss, mainly because he sensed something was wrong.
The water is a bit deep.
The principal does not want to get stuck in the quagmire and be taken advantage of, and is even more afraid of damaging the image of Dulwich College.
It’s not like he was really intimidated by a young reporter.
Ordinary local high schools may be afraid of being interviewed by the camera.
When he, a branch principal of a large international education group stationed in Yangon, talks about cooperation with the government education department, he always contacts the main leaders in the city.
It’s just a Yangon TV station.
He really doesn’t care.
Koko quite enjoyed the cheers around her.
"You say facts speak louder than words, and justice is in people's hearts. The students around here can't all be paid actors."
She put her hands on her hips proudly, arrogantly He held his neck high, looking forward to dominate, and he looked so proud that his tail was about to rise.
“To Gu Weijing, everyone’s reaction is the fact, that is, the human heart. Whether it is good or bad can be determined at a glance.”
“Finally, we really want to talk about the meaning in paintings. Aura. The photos of Mr. Cao Xuan's paintings that he personally instructed Gu Weijing to paint are hung there. Master Cao Xuan likes him and thinks he has aura. If you, Miao Angwen, think Gu Weijing is not good, who are you?"
< p>Koko said seriously."It's just a photo of celebrities. It's nothing like a contract with an international gallery. It's such solid and reliable evidence. It just means you're lucky to be able to paint with Cao Xuan. A gallery in Seoul signed Miao Unwin, but spent one hundred thousand dollars"
"It was all luck when I got to Gu Weijing., Miao Aung Win’s side is all the result of hard work. You are a journalist. Don't you think your preset stance is too obvious? I know that you received illegal money, but I don’t know that you thought you were Miao Angwen’s mother. ”
At the beginning, the female reporter could still show the appearance of being objective and neutral and speaking for the people.
Now, she has been pushed back to the wall step by step, and she can no longer hide the hidden meaning in her words.
She also realized that the effect of this live interview was gradually collapsing.
But what could she do?
She had a lot of money. When it's time to speak, you have to speak.
She has no choice but to keep struggling.
"As for any solid and reliable evidence, hum. snort. ”
Kou Kou thought of the never-fading pottery class in her distant memory, and the fairy tale book that slipped out of her schoolbag. Her eyes were crooked, as bright as the sunlight in the sky. They were all dissolved into it.
“I know, but I don’t want to tell you. ”
She murmured.
Miao Angwen felt a little tired.
Today should have been his most glorious and glorious moment. The baby elephant rushed out of the swamp and jungle at this moment.
The gray memories of childhood filled with mud and struggle were left behind, and what greeted him was a golden land full of water and grass.
< p>But in front of that girl's smile.He suddenly felt that a certain part of his youth was forever, irretrievably, broken.
This smile is so sweet.
I don’t want to tell you anything.
Shit
Even if you are a fool.
You can clearly read in the smile on her face that "Gu Weijing is the best", "He is so great", "I don't know if he likes him or not, but I just like him anyway." "The little secret I discovered belongs to me, and I don't want to share it with you idiots" and other 1,635 declarations about youthful love.
It turns out It feels so good to be liked and like someone.
Miao Angwen found that the reason why he felt lonely was not because he was invincible after completely trampling Gu Weijing. The loneliness of sitting on a high mountain.
He was really just lonely.
When he was at his best, he didn’t have a lover to share his deepest feelings with, and even though Gu Weijing could. The gutter on the roadside is full of dust.
The little heroine who jumps out from the roadside will carefully take it out, pat the dust, and say loudly to everyone in the world that Gu Weijing is the best in my heart. Yes, I like him, and I’m not afraid that everyone in the world will know.
The other person is not even his real girlfriend.
This is so damn funny.
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Obviously there is Brother Hao and a news drummer behind him,There are awesome galleries in South Korea, there are sky-high contracts worth one hundred thousand dollars, and there is the Venice Biennale waiting for me in the distance.
Gu Weijing has nothing.
But Miao Angwen still felt that he was the one being highlighted as doing nothing.
He hates Gu Weijing so much.
He was so jealous of Gu Weijing.
He also envied Gu Weijing.
The interview was still going on. Miao Angwin was no longer interested in being a big monkey here. He squeezed out of the crowd without saying a word and walked towards the teaching building without looking back. .
When passing the publicity board on the roadside.
The promising new art star paused slightly and stared at the sketch exercise hanging next to Gu Weijing's photo.
As designed.
Myo Aung Win will follow an avant-garde art path similar to Afrofuturism. Avant-garde art hardly requires advanced painting techniques, and even the brush itself is not necessary.
There are items for sale that avant-garde painters used to pee on white rice paper.
As long as his works show distinctive enough characteristics, that will be fine.
After all, the work is just a clay pot. As long as Brother Hao uses a steady stream of cash flow to fill it with water, the price will naturally rise.
The innovation, wildness, freedom, unrestrainedness and expression of ideas in the gallery’s press release were written by Brother Hao himself.
It was just an insignificant gimmick.
However, at this moment, Miao Angwen really seemed to have an unrestrained beast roaring and hissing hysterically in his heart.
He really wanted to tear the photos and sketches in front of him into pieces, and then paint a better work, which would be photographed on the faces of reporters, Kou Kou, and everyone around him.
Tell them openly.
I am better and more outstanding than that bullshit Gu Weijing.
However, he couldn't do it.
Miao Aung Wen would rather choose to draw portrait sketches, still life sketches, etc. There is still room for subjective expression and confusion of right and wrong, but this is a basic skill.
If you can draw it, you can draw it.
If the level cannot be reached, it cannot be achieved.
Money can make all the difference, and money can buy 9999 things in the world.
Brother Hao’s money can make most people in the world believe that he is the unique artistic super genius.
But he was the only one who couldn't deceive himself.
He is just a fake.
The technique of using a pen is the same as the feeling of liking a girl. They are the only one ten thousandth that cannot be bought.
"Sorry, you can't do it."
Miao Angwen whispered to the roaring monster in his heart, and he kicked the small hole drilled between the gaps in the stone slabs next to the bulletin board Grass, turn around and leave.
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