While Xie Chong and Wang Haochuan were walking in the playground, Hua Tianlong was attending a super boring lecture.
The school invited a famous local painter to give a report to the art students, strengthening students' confidence in the "art" industry so that they can play their best strength in the college entrance examination. Hua Tianlong had long given up on the college entrance examination, and he was concerned about this kind of person.
He was completely uninterested in the lecture, and he sat there just to make up the number of people.
The painter, Mr. Tian, spoke very boredly, and he talked endlessly about the awards he had won, how many books he had published, how many schools he had taught lectures, etc. But the content related to creation - such as skills, inspiration, etc.
But he hesitated and quickly took it over.
Overall, this is not a useful lecture, and students are all leaving. Senior year-old time is precious, so why waste time here?
Hua Tianlong whispered to his deskmate for a while, but the teacher knocked his head. He stopped talking and sat down and dozed off.
Teacher Tian cleared his throat for a long time, took out the picture book he had just published, and proudly introduced to the students: "This is the picture book I just published last month. In this book, you can see the 80th century.
The exquisite fine brushwork that appeared in cartoons of the era. I really like the art of that era, and the artists at that time were very serious... I went to the scriptures with my friends who made animation movies and used storyboards to draw
After this story book, you can see that the pictures on each page are connected, just like a movie…”
Hua Tianlong was a little interested and narrowed his eyes. But his deskmate was wondering: "If you recommend his picture books, then go to elementary school or kindergarten. We are going to college soon. These things are too much for us.
Childish.”
Teacher Tian raised his book and said, "This set of books is called "The Troublemaker Little Monkey Makes Great Merits". I'll show you a few books..."
"What's the matter?" Hua Tianlong snatched a book and opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Isn't this... a story I wrote?"
My deskmate came over and said, "You wrote it?"
After confirming the name of the publisher, Hua Tianlong became more convinced that this was the story he wrote, and it was a story that was derogatory by the editor.
Hua Tianlong once went to that publishing house. He took the draft and enthusiastically introduced his creative inspiration to the editor: "Everyone doesn't like troublemakers, but as long as they give them a little patience, they will use their intelligence and intelligence.
Do something beyond imagination...just like the little boy in my neighbor's house..."
The editor nodded perfunctorily. Although he accepted the drawing, he never contacted him again. However, this famous painter Tian actually copied his draft directly?!
The deskmate scratched his ear and said, "Not mentioning it, it really looks like you painted it. I remember you painted this big-eared monkey."
Hua Tianlong couldn't believe it, and then he was stunned by anger and immediately slapped: "This is the draft I took to the publishing house. How could you copy me?"
A huge uproar broke out in the classroom. How can Hua Tianlong, who is usually careless, create such excellent works?
Teacher Tian held his glasses, his face was not changing, and his heart was not beating, and he said slowly: "This classmate, I understand that you have a huge pressure in the college entrance examination and will have some unrealistic ideas, but this is too outrageous. I have all
If you haven’t seen you and don’t know you at all, how could you copy your work?”
Hua Tianlong seized the loophole in his words and said, "If it were someone you knew, could you copy his works? I see, it is because I am unknown and you can copy them more with confidence and boldness!"
Teacher Tian didn't come up in one breath, covering his heart, looking like he was about to get a heart attack. The teacher didn't ask any questions, and he accused Hua Tianlong: "Hua Tianlong, you don't do your job normally. The school finally held a lecture. You
It’s abominable that these things happen again!”
"I did draw this, and I didn't even change my name! Three months ago, just after the Spring Festival, I went to their publishing house and found an editor named Lin. He was about forty, so he was also
The painter said that my level is not enough to meet the requirements of publication, and they have to discuss it again. They took my draft and there was no further text!"
Hua Tianlong was very talkative, and the students were talking a lot, and the teacher was a little confused. Teacher Tian covered his chest, stood up tremblingly, and then fell in his seat. Hua Tianlong remembered Wang Situ in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"
, He also showed this before being scolded to death by Zhuge Liang.
Wang Situ - No, it was Teacher Tian who struggled to squeeze out a few words: "I want to sue you for infringing on my right to reputation! See you in court!"
"I'm not afraid! My deskmate can testify to me - Hello, Lao Qin, did you just say that I've painted this monkey? Big ears are its characteristics."
In front of everyone, especially under the strict gaze of the teacher, his deskmate retreated. He was afraid that the teacher would cause trouble for him, so he stuttered: "I...I can't remember..."
The teacher became even more angry: "Hua Tianlong! Don't be ungrateful! You go to the office first, and I will settle the score with you later!"
Hua Tianlong stood in the office until his legs were weak, so the teacher came slowly. Hua Tianlong had sufficient reason to suspect that the teacher could have come early for a while. His delay was nothing more than a disguised punishment for his stand.
The teacher cleared his throat and said, "How can you prove that Teacher Tian plagiarized your work? Do you have drafts or something?"
"I handed the drawing to the editor of the publisher! You can ask him."
"I just called and asked, and that Editor Lin has no impression of you at all. Can anyone prove it besides him?"
Hua Tianlong couldn't find anyone else.
He was not good at painting skills and his homework was even more messy. People like him were dreaming of publishing, and they were simply ignorant of the world. Hua Tianlong didn't want others to know what he thought. He went to the publishing house without telling his family, and he had two best.
No one told me. If it was not published, no one knew; if he was lucky and his work was taken aback by an editor, he would tell his relatives and friends about this surprise.
Hua Tianlong was used to being hit in school. He didn't have the courage to boldly speak out his dreams. He had been fighting alone silently.
The teacher sneered: "It seems that you can't prove that those paintings were painted by you?"
Hua Tianlong lowered his head, feeling desperate.
"You go back! Don't do such ridiculous things again in the future, don't be afraid of being laughed at by others! A high school student still wants to be a great painter? Dreaming! I have taught so many students, but none of them are like you!"
Hua Tianlong weighed a thousand pounds under his feet. When he walked to the door of the office, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Teacher, it turns out that you have no confidence in yourself at all."
"What did you say?!"
"You stood on Teacher Tian's side without hesitation. Haven't you ever thought that you can teach very outstanding students? Your students can become great painters and create very excellent works. But
, You have no confidence at all! I am very disappointed in you!"