The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy

Ning Li called the head teacher Geng Haifan to ask for leave.

Geng Haifan is a Chinese teacher in Class 1 of Senior 3 and the leader of the Chinese team for the entire grade. He went to the province to participate in a survey a few days ago and only came back yesterday.

He knew more about Ning Li's situation, and because he had a daughter who was only thirteen years old, he was quite sympathetic and caring for Ning Li.

"Oh, by the way, I remember that Ye Ci is going to the city art center to participate in the finals of the Huaqing Cup today. Are you going there for your leave?" Geng Haifan asked casually.

Ning Li paused.

"Yes."

"That's fine."

Geng Haifan felt relieved.

Ning Li has been through a lot of troubles recently. It's good to go to relax, and she can also get in touch with her mother and Ye Ci.

Geng Haifan had already seen her perfect test paper, so even if she missed a few classes, he wasn't worried.

For high school students, the most important thing is mentality.

"Thank you, Teacher Geng."

Ning Li hung up the phone and stopped a taxi at the school gate.

......

Yunzhou Art Center.

As soon as Ning Li got out of the car, she saw Wei Songzhe standing on the side of the road and waiting anxiously.

As soon as he turned his head and saw her, Wei Songzhe hurried over:

"Miss Li!"

Ning Li straight to the point: "What about painting?"

"In there, come with me."

Wei Songzhe walked in with Ning Li.

There were twenty people participating in the Huaqing Cup finals, and everyone was assigned a room.

The two entered the room with the nameplate "Wei Songzhe".

Around the corner, Ye Ci and Su Yuan happened to go upstairs.

There is also a middle-aged man in his forties, who is the vice chairman of the exhibition of the painting association, Zhanqing.

"Today, in addition to me and a few teachers from the Painting Association, Teacher Yu will also come."

Teacher Yu, the chairman of the painting association, Yu Pingchuan.

This is a real master of oil painting, very famous, has held many exhibitions at home and abroad, and is also a member of the National Painting Association.

He usually likes to go out to collect wind, and rarely stays in Yunzhou. This time, he came back specially for the final of the Huaqing Cup.

"Xiao Ci, if your paintings can catch the eyes of Teacher Yu, you will have a bright future in the future!"

Ye Ci was also a little nervous.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhan, I will try my best."

Zhan Qing laughed:

"Mrs. Ye, the precious daughter you raised is outstanding!"

This compliment made Su Yuan very useful.

"No, it's all thanks to your guidance. In addition, this child is also attentive. We really didn't take care of her in this regard."

The two sides exchanged a few more words, and Zhan Qing took the lead upstairs.

Ye Ci and the two walked to their room.

Suddenly, Ye Ci's footsteps stopped.

Su Yuan followed her line of sight and asked strangely:

"Little porcelain, what's wrong?"

Ye Ci hesitated for a moment:

"I seem to have seen Sister Ning Li just now."

Su Yuan frowned:

"You invited her twice before, didn't she reject them? How could she come now? Besides, she didn't have an invitation."

The finals of the Huaqing Cup are of high standard. Without invitations, even the gates cannot be entered.

When Ye Ci heard this, she felt that she was thinking too much.

"That must be my mistake."

She stared at the "Wei Songzhe" nameplate again, and let out a light breath.

"Mom, let's go."

......

"The game officially started at ten o'clock in the morning. I went out to the toilet just now, and when I came back, I saw someone splashed on the painting."

Wei Songzhe was annoyed.

Ning Li looked at the painting in front of her.

This is an oil painting, the picture is an old city, the sun is rising, a layer of clear morning light shrouded,

There are two or three pedestrians on the street, revealing the atmosphere of human fireworks.

What was originally a good painting was ruined by a cloud of blue-black paint.

"It's all my fault that I forgot to lock the door when I left!" Wei Songzhe looked at Ning Li with a headache, pitifully, "Sister Li, what should I do?"

Ning Li took the paint board from the side.

"No one can predict this kind of thing. After all, not everyone can do it. It's a matter of directly destroying other people's paintings here."

Wei Songzhe also felt incredible.

"Yeah! I'll just say, if anyone does this, the surveillance can't be checked--Fuck! With such a guts, the surveillance shouldn't be broken, right?!"

Ning Li looked calm:

"Not bad or bad."

Wei Songzhe turned around and walked out.

"I have to tell the people from the painting association about this!"

"It won't help to go now, let's wait for the game to end first."

Ning Li began to color.

"When the time comes, we can always find out."

Wei Songzhe scratched his head and came behind her.

"But, Sister Li, there are only two hours left before the competition. Even if we apply for the last one, I'm afraid it will be too late..."

Ning Li let out a sigh of relief.

After the car accident in her previous life, she hardly ever held a paintbrush in her hand again.

She lifts the pen:

"In time."

......

ten o'clock.

Lobby on the third floor.

On the stage, the paintings of all the contestants were brought up one by one.

Each painting needs to be seen and scored by seven judges, and the average score obtained is the final score.

Su Yuan and others sat under the stage, waiting for the result.

Several judges stood in front of a painting and whispered something.

"This painting is very good, the spatial structure and the use of color are quite good. It is rare to be able to paint at such a level when you are less than 20 years old."

"I also think this one is slightly better than the others."

"Hey, Zhan Qing, you seem to have praised this Ye Ci before?"

Zhan Qing had a smile on his face.

"Yeah, this kid is really good at painting. I just gave him two pointers, and he has made great progress."

He said, looking at Yu Pingchuan next to him.

"Mr. Yu, what do you think?"

Yu Pingchuan is fifty-three years old this year, with an elegant temperament.

He glanced at the painting, noncommittal.

"It's good, but it's a pity that the craftsmanship is a bit heavy, and there is less spirituality."

A judge next to him smiled and said:

"Mr. Yu's vision is too high. This level, in this year's Huaqing Cup, can be regarded as the top."

"Hey, why are there only nineteen paintings here?" Another judge asked curiously.

Zhanqing explained:

"There was a temporary problem with the child's painting, and it is being repaired. It should be delivered soon."

Offstage, Su Yuanzheng chatted with the family members of other contestants.

"Mrs. Ye, it seems that the first place is your Ye Ci?"

Su Yuan's smile was gentle and decent.

"It's not over yet, it's hard to say."

"What's there to say? I saw that several judges praised her!"

"Won the first place, Ye Ci is like stepping into Xijing University with one foot, Mrs. Ye, you have such an excellent daughter, it is really enviable!"

During this period of time, Su Yuan's annoyance caused by Ning Li's troubles was swept away.

At this moment, the side door was pushed open, and Wei Songzhe walked in with his painting.

In fact, everyone has given up hope for his paintings.

A good work takes a long time to conceive and prepare. How can he change it temporarily?

However, when the painting was displayed in front of several judges, they were all stunned and fell into a dead silence.

It was the city before dawn.

Before dawn, the darkest hour, the steel forest was silent in the dark night.

Only at the end of the horizon, a faint light, looming.

It was like an endless stagnant bondage that was torn open, and the vigorous vitality almost rushed to overflow.

It is like being reborn from a cocoon in a silent night.

Yu Pingchuan looked at the painting and was silent for a long time before looking at Wei Songzhe.

"This is... who changed it for you?"