His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 495

She wants Lin Wenyu to participate in the national team to go abroad to compete.

But now, Tang Qianmiao's limelight had clearly overwhelmed Lin Wenyu, and it was crushing the ground.

Not so good.

Although she brought out all the students, she was selfish and definitely wanted to make Lin Wenyu stand out.

In the past three years, several of their teachers have devoted too much effort to Lin Wenyu and placed high hopes on him.

Lin Wenyu did not live up to their expectations, and his grades were good.

If in the end, Tang Qianmiao was holding him down, I would feel a little aggrieved and unable to breathe.

She doesn't like Tang Qianmiao, for no reason, she just doesn't like it.

After thinking about it, she walked over to Tang Qianmiao and suddenly saw a painting.

It's a very simple sketch, and at a glance, a sense of familiarity strikes me.

Taking a closer look, he focused his eyes on the corner of the sketch, with a dashing signature printed on it.

She frowned suddenly.

Turning his head, he looked at Tang Qianmiao without saying a word, the displeasure in his eyes was not concealed at all.

She knocked on the table, interrupting the two of them.

Qian Miao just finished speaking, and when she heard the sound, she put down her pen and looked at her.

"Tang Qianmiao, who asked you to paint during class time?"

Her fingers pressed the sketch.

Qian Mi leaned against the back of the chair and said, "It's class time now? There's no teacher to teach."

Wei Hongying paused, frowning suddenly: "Don't tell me these crooked things, you don't respect the teacher, deserted at will, and skipped classes, these things have long been known in the school, and I didn't want to say more, how did you know you would Spending time under my nose, I really opened my eyes, do you really think that grades are everything? If you have good grades, you can be arrogant?"

Wei Wu suddenly said, "Teacher, classmate Qian Miao is just lecturing for me, she has no time to spare."

"Teacher is talking, why are you interrupting?" Wei Hongying reprimanded.

She picked up the sketch and said unpleasantly, "You can imitate the essence of Su Yanluo's painting? Painting is not as good as the shape, but the knowledge in it has grown, and you can't imitate the essence, I can't. It's your fault, but you still imitated someone's signature, are you going to show it off to your classmates with this painting?"

Qian Miao snorted and said, "Teacher, are you angry because I painted, or because I imitated Su Yanluo's painting?"

Her slow tone was like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, with a soft undertone in her laziness.

Wei Hongying was poured cold water by her appearance of not making trouble or anger, but looking like a joke, and suddenly calmed down.

She never showed her emotions too much in front of students, but now, she lost control.

She slowly retracted her emotions, looked indifferent, and said, "Put everything away!"

Qian Miao confiscated it, propped her chin up, and looked at her with a smile: "Teacher, there will be a special performance by Su Yanluo at Xizhou Painting Boat next month. I happen to have tickets in hand, but I don't have time to pass, do you want it?"

Wei Hongying's eyes suddenly widened, as if she had seen some rare treasure, she suddenly lit up.

After a while, she walked to the whiteboard and said lightly: "No need, study hard during class time, don't do this for me!"

"Oh, that's a pity, I'll throw it away."

Wei Hongying bit her lip and even tried harder to wipe the whiteboard.

For the remaining half of the class, she was lecturing on topics.

Lin Wenyu was sitting in a small room, separated by a door, and could hear the movement in the conference room.

The questions Wei Hongying is talking about now have already been told to her in advance, so it doesn't matter if she listens or not.

She just felt suffocated.