Since the live calligraphy and painting competition was not too formal, after Liu Shao'e voted, the gold medal in the calligraphy group was confirmed, and the news was soon broadcast on the radio station of the Cultural Center.

"The list of winners of the calligraphy group is announced below."

"The list of winners of the calligraphy group is announced below."

The students of the Academy of Fine Arts, who were still waiting for news in the Cultural Center, all pricked up their ears and listened quietly.

"There will be a result so soon, who will it be?"

"It's hard to say, among the people in this competition, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I think that Wang Lang has the most hope."

"Look, it's Yang Zhiqing from our Academy of Fine Arts. After all, he is Professor Xiao's favorite student."

Everyone was speculating on the gold medal winner, and even Zhong Yue and Gu Qin stood up nervously, waiting for the results to come out.

"Next, the silver medal in the calligraphy group, Wang Lang's work number 68, "Lanting Preface Imitation" was announced."

"I'm going, it's really Wang Lang, it's amazing." It was not unexpected to hear the radio. Although Wang Lang is not a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, the person who won the gold medal in Group B in the Provincial "Youth Creation Cup" last year is not unfamiliar with this person.

"Wang Lang has a silver medal, and I thought he was a gold medal. From this point of view, this gold medal really belongs to our Academy of Fine Arts. Brother Xu, you have great hope."

A fat man pushed the man, "How did you speak? What does it mean to have hope? It's not stable to join our Brother Xu?"

The man carrying a high-end leather bag leaned against the railing, pulled down the brim of his hat a little unruly, and snorted coldly: "Garbage competition." After that, he walked out of the cultural center without looking back.

Bang!

Zhong Yue, who was waiting for news in the hall, was suddenly hit by someone on his shoulder and walked out of the hall in a familiar way.

"Hey, why are you like this? You hit someone without saying a word?"

The man with a hat carried his bag in his hand, threw it on his shoulder, and walked out of the cultural center.

Zhong Yue stared at the man's back and shook his head with a chuckling. He was really incompetent.

"Next, the gold medal in the calligraphy group, the lacquer book work number 137, "Wu Xia Amon", please go to the exhibition hall east of the second floor of the Cultural Center to receive the prize."

"Wu Xia Amon? The name of this work is so strange. Zhong Yue, aren't you going back yet? You won't catch the bus that you'll get back any later."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "I have to get the money."

"Get money? Didn't Teacher Huang say that the money will be transferred to your bank account?"

“Golden scholarship.”

"Oh...ah? The gold medal? That's your work?"

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "Yes, the sweeper who is disliked by you is broom."

“…”

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Gold medal? Wu Xia Amon?

Isn’t this the country man who quarreled with Director Wu?

Can this win awards?

"Shad a dark side!"

There was a booing sound in the venue.

"It's too much. Can you win a gold medal if you're so poor? How do these people from the Calligraphy Association evaluate the award?"

Huang Xu narrowed his eyes and searched for Zhong Yue's figure around him, but he did not see this annoying person. "There is no way. He is a descendant of Zhong Yao and the ancestor of the calligrapher. Can he not give face? Even Director Wu suffered a loss. How can we ordinary people compare with him? Forget it, let's go."

"It's really boring. It's okay to lose to our own colleges. The gold and silver awards were taken away by these idle people in society. Aunt Wu's words are too ungrateful. It's okay to have a gold award, but it's okay to get a silver award. It's true that our calligraphy department will be laughed at by people from other departments. Alas, I was so crazy about applying for this major at the time."

A man with golden hair on his back with a painting board slowly walked over. Hang Yu, a handsome man with a mixed-race Chinese and American style, was also the winner of the gold medal in the oil painting group. He patted Huang Xu on the shoulder and showed a fascinating smile, "No."

Huang Xu rolled his eyes coldly, "Are you looking for death?"

"Who care? (Who cares)"

Following a large group of fan girls in the Academy of Fine Arts, Hang Yu walked upstairs.

"Love you, baby."

"Wow, my girlish heart~~This is the blew kiss of my young master Hang."

"Shameless, Mr. Hang is my dish!"

A group of fans from the Academy of Fine Arts looked at Hang Yu who was slowly walking upstairs, and they were all crazy about flowers.

Zhong Yue also walked up the second floor. When Hang Yu's figure disappeared on the stairs, Zhong Yue stepped onto the middle platform, and the fans instantly pulled their faces down.

People rely on clothes, but Zhong Yue's sportswear is still the very old style, which makes these girls in the art academy who are born with demanding aesthetics directly repulsive.

"Who is this person? So low."

Huang Xu looked at Zhong Yue with his schoolbag on his back, and the disgust in his eyes became more and more obvious. However, Zhong Yue did not see that there were already a bunch of people below who were dissatisfied with him, and he had become the public enemy of the calligraphy department of the Academy of Fine Arts.

When I reached the second floor, I happened to meet the Golden Lion King. Yes, in Zhong Yue's life, except for the Shamattes in the village, the golden hair is so natural that the one I have seen is the Golden Lion King.

"Hello!" Hang Yu was obviously in a very good mood and passed by Zhong Yue whom he didn't know with the crystal trophy.

Wrong people?

Zhong Yue clearly saw the man's blue eyes, but the Asian face was very obvious.

When he walked to the exhibition hall to the east, Zhong Yue saw that many calligraphers from the calligraphy association were already waiting, and Wu Zhonghe, who was naturally in a dark face.

"Zhong Yue, congratulations, you won the gold medal in the calligraphy group. This is a trophy and a bonus, please keep it."

Zhang Shaolin also walked up and shook hands with Zhong Yue, "I was too busy before and didn't have time to thank you. You can hand over this half of the Weibei to the Cultural Center for safekeeping. I, as the director, must thank you."

"Course Director Zhang, please be polite."

To be honest, it is extremely difficult for Zhong Yue to hide this Wei stele privately. First of all, we have to practice Tai Chi with leaders at all levels. Although the times have changed, the fight between the people and the officials has always been weak. Since we have obtained the brushwork system, this cultural relic can be well preserved in the cultural center, which is also what Zhong Yuelei thought.

"Young people, work hard. The older generations have not made any great contributions to the national treasure calligraphy. I hope that the younger generation can carry forward our national treasures internationally in the future."

Zhong Yue let go of Director Zhang's hand, the corners of his mouth were a little unnatural, and the hand was held so painful... He thought to himself that the old man's hand strength was really not as big as that. White marks were left on his hands!

Liu Shao'e walked over slowly.

"Mr. Liu." Zhong Yue still has a good impression of this old woman. Thanks to her before, otherwise Aunt Wu might have been able to squeeze him out.

"The brushwork has already achieved 90% of the charm of Jinnong. I have worked hard on the ink method and composition."

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Liu." Zhong Yue was shocked. This calligraphy master's eyes were so poisonous. His 90% proficiency in lacquer books was actually penetrated by her at a glance?

Huang Mingchuan asked with a smile: "Xiaoyue, I see that your Zhong family's calligraphy is inherited from European style and Weibei. Who did you learn the Jinnong lacquer calligraphy from?"

"Uh... and an old man from the village. But he passed away a few years ago." Now he can only make up. If he had practiced with Jin Nong, the people present would probably treat him as a psychopath.

"That's a pity. Alas, how many years have you practiced?"

"Three or four years..."

Huang Mingchuan's face changed.

Han Qiping behind him was even more dumbfounded.

"Three...three or four years?"

Liu Shao'e smiled and said, "Three or four years are not considered stupid. Zhong Yue, it's getting late. Go back and practice hard."

"Then... goodbye..." Zhong Yue turned around and breathed a sigh of relief. If he told them, it would be half a month, he would probably be scared to death.

Han Qiping saw Zhong Yue go downstairs and swallowed, "Mr. Liu, three or four years old, this is a genius. Why do you say that the qualifications are mediocre? Such a good seedling is simply a world compared to my apprentices."

Liu Shao'e smiled slightly, "Give him one hundred points now, is there still room for improvement?"
Chapter completed!