Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

Lin Chen faintly felt that something was wrong.

"Great master!"

"It's really a great master!"

Several girls quickly gathered around.

Lin Chen was stunned.

Who is he and where is he?

He hasn't surfed the Internet much these days, what happened?

Why do these people know that he is a great master?

Jiang Xuan said in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, haven't you seen the video on the Internet?"

"What video?"

"A video of you drawing!"

Lin Chen:

Which one was recorded with a thousand knives.

Come out and promise not to kill him.

Several girls looked up in admiration.

"Master Lin, you are much more handsome than in the video!"

"You are so amazing, you can draw two vivid works in one day!"

"Master Lin, you are simply amazing, we all admire you!"

"Thank you, thank you!" Lin Chen was miserable.

Jiang Li was also shocked, isn't this too exaggerated?

It feels like chasing stars.

Lin Chen casually said a few perfunctory words, and then called the two of them to slip away together.

"Are all the girls in your school so enthusiastic?"

Jiang Xuandao: "It doesn't seem to be like this usually, but today I am so excited, probably because I met you, a master."

At this time, a prestige reminder sounded.

Jiang Xuan quickly picked up his phone and looked at it.

"Ah! I almost forgot, I'm going to attend an exchange meeting today!"

"If the squad leader hadn't informed me in the group, I would have forgotten about it," Jiang Xuan said.

Lin Chen asked, "Exchange meeting? What exchange meeting?"

"That's right, the school invited Liu Jun, a master of oil painting, to pass on the experience to the students together with the dean."

"So that's the case." Lin Chen nodded, "Then can we go and have a look?"

Jiang Xuan immediately said, "Of course!"

"You are a great master of Chinese painting! If you can go, the dean will be very happy!"

Big classroom.

Lin Chen, Jiang Li, and Jiang Xuan sneaked in through the back door.

The exchange meeting has been going on for a while.

Now, on the stage is the dean Fang Mingli.

"Well, the above is my point of view."

"Huaxia Chinese painting has a history of thousands of years, and the mysteries contained in it are endless. I hope everyone can learn more about Chinese painting through today's exchange meeting."

After finishing speaking, Fang Mingli bowed slightly to Wei Wei.

"Next, let's invite the master of oil painting and the vice president of the Huaxia Art Association——Liu Jun!"

Wow!

There was a burst of warm applause from below.

Then, a middle-aged man in an expensive suit came on stage.

"Hi students, I'm Liu Jun."

There was another burst of warm applause.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Jun said: "Are there students from the Department of Oil Painting and Chinese Painting, right? Now let the students of the Department of Chinese Painting raise their hands."

Some students raised their hands one after another, and Jiang Xuan also raised them.

Liu Jun waved his hand lightly, motioning for them to put it down.

"Actually, I don't understand why some people still choose the Department of Chinese Painting."

The students below looked at each other.

What does it mean?

Even Fang Mingli frowned.

Why does he feel something is wrong?

Liu Jun continued: "You who choose Chinese paintings, do you really know the meaning of painting? Otherwise, why don't you choose Chinese paintings, and choose Chinese paintings like graffiti?"

Wow!

The people and students below were boiling.

The students of the Chinese painting department were even more angry.

Some people clenched their fists so tightly that their knuckles turned slightly white.

How dare they say that their Chinese paintings are graffiti?

The faces of the people in the oil painting department were not good-looking either.

Although they are not Chinese painting department, they are also Chinese people!

"Painting is to present the reality of things, oil painting and gouache can do this."

"As for Chinese painting, with all due respect, Chinese painting is just like children's graffiti!"

The belief in his heart was slandered, Fang Mingli couldn't sit still any longer, he stood up directly: "Vice President Liu, please pay attention to your words!"

But Liu Jun just glanced at him lightly.

"Could it be that I'm not right?"

He is the vice-chairman of the Huaxia Art Association, while Fang Mingli is only the chairman of the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Association.

He didn't have to pay attention to him at all.

Fang Mingli said coldly: "Also as a painter, I don't know how you can say such things in front of so many students!"

Liu Jun also sneered: "I don't think there is anything wrong with what I said."

"Oil painting is incomparable to Chinese painting!"

Fang Mingli: "Why can't it be compared? Chinese painting is an artistic treasure of my vast China. It has a history of thousands of years. It is the crystallization of wisdom passed down from generation to generation of great artists. How can someone like you judge it?"

Liu Jun: "This is just your self-deceiving rhetoric. Art treasures will only crystallize? Chinese painting is the most important thing in Chinese culture.

Dross! Instead of abandoning it, you are still proud of it, it is simply sad! "

"You can go abroad to see how many people know about Chinese painting, and which school has a Chinese painting major?"

"Chinese painting is only a treasure like you pedantic people!"

The students below turned red with anger.

You can not love, but please don't slander!

Chinese painting is their hobby and belief!

Some girls even had red eyes.

Why are people saying that about what they like?

At this moment, a voice came from the back seat: "What a Muyang dog, today is really an eye-opener!"

This sentence attracted everyone's attention.

Fang Mingli was shocked.

Master Lin?

Why is he here?

Jiang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then echoed: "Yes, stepping on the art of my own country, licking the soles of foreign countries, is a typical way of eating inside and out. I really don't know how such a person became a painter."

Jiang Li also said coldly: "Typical virtue is not worthy, and you are proud of it without being ashamed? No brains!"

Everyone was surprised.

Then, bursts of applause erupted.

"Well said! It's so true!"

"What kind of shit artist is this! He is a lackey of foreigners!"

"Speaking rough but not rough, eat inside and outside, like foreign countries so much, why don't you immigrate?"

"Yeah, staying in China is simply a waste of social resources!"

Liu Jun's face turned red.

"Who said that sentence just now?!"

It was the first time for him to be treated like this!

It's simply too hateful!

Lin Chen sneered, and said lazily, "I said, what's wrong?"

"Still hungry? But I can't pull it out now, you can go to the toilet outside."

"You!" Liu Jun was about to explode in anger.

He looked angrily at Fang Mingli at the side: "Principal Fang! This is a student from your academy? Speak dirty, do you have any quality?"

Hearing this, Fang Mingli took a deep look at Lin Chen.

"This one is not a student of the Academy of Fine Arts."

"However, I think he's right!"

"To treat someone like you who worships foreigners and tramples on the art of your country, you don't need quality at all!"

After Fang Mingli finished speaking, there was another burst of applause from the audience.