Song Jiawen looked up at Deng Tao, a trace of doubt flashing in her dark eyes.
Jiang Yan slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the dinner plate and turned to look at Lu Jinglong.
Knowing that Jiang Yan was not easy to mess with, Lu Jinglong rubbed his nose and explained, "Deng Tao just came here to ask Song Jiawen something, and nothing else. You are all here one by one. There is no need to act like you are facing a formidable enemy. "
Deng Tao glanced at Lu Jinglong from the corner of his eye and cursed in his heart that he was useless.
Ignoring the others, she just looked at Song Jiawen and asked, "I'm curious about something. Why is your entry the same as one of Master Mu's sketches? Oh, I'm not saying that accurately. I should say it's almost the same, because Master Mu is missing an old house."
This sentence is undoubtedly telling everyone that you know how to use tricks when plagiarizing, which is quite smart.
Deng Tao's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it was enough for Song Jiawen and the others to hear her, as well as the surrounding tables.
There was silence at first, then a burst of whispers.
The corners of Deng Tao's mouth curled up slightly, feeling secretly proud.
"Who is Master Mu? Is he famous?"
Jiang Yan broke the silence at their table and raised his head to ask Song Jiawen. She shook her head, "I don't know him."
She really didn't know him, she had just heard about it. The art teacher at Jianghai Middle School seemed to have mentioned it to her before, but only once, so she still didn't know what Master Mu's full name was.
Jiang Yan turned to Deng Tao and asked, "Why do you say that Song Jiawen's paintings are the same as Master Mu's?"
"Of course I saw Master Mu's original painting."
"Where?"
"Beicheng University Art Gallery."
Jiang Yan understood. He nodded and asked, "Is there this painting elsewhere?"
Deng Tao paused and did not answer.
There are so few sketches of Master Mu, how could they be found anywhere?
Jiang Yan sneered, "In other words, no more? Sorry, Song Jiawen and I are both from the countryside and have never been to Beicheng. Oh no, Song Jiawen has been. She participated in a physics competition a few days ago, but before that she could I've never been there. One more thing I want to ask is, as you painters, are your paintings not similar to those of the great painters? In other words, if someone has painted peonies and you paint them again, it is plagiarism. This is it Do you mean it?"
Deng Tao was speechless. She glared at Jiang Yan for a while before saying, "You are arrogant!"
"Am I arrogant?" Jiang Yan found it funny. He turned and asked Xiao Qi and the others, "Do you think there is something wrong with what I said?"
Xiao Qi sneered, "I finally understand. Some people are just making excuses for her previous behavior of stealing other people's paintings."
Being told "stealing paintings" in person, Deng Tao's face turned red and she almost ran away.
Lu Jinglong didn't expect things to turn out like this. He also felt very embarrassed. He wanted to leave but was stopped by Xiao Qi and Yu Hang.
Jiang Yan smiled like an honest person, "You're already here, how can we leave without chatting?"
Half an hour later, Jiang Yan and the others came back from "chatting" with Lu Jinglong. By this time, Song Jiawen and Zhu Jin had already returned to the classroom.
Jiang Yan asked the two of them to leave first. He was going to the art team office to find Teacher Xiaxia.
Teacher Fang didn't expect that even after she said that, Deng Tao still refused to change her mind and ran to Song Jiawen to question her.
She briefly told the whole story, and Jiang Yan understood it instantly.
Mu Chenyan is a famous Chinese painting master and an honorary professor at Kyoto University Academy of Fine Arts.
A sketch she placed in the Art Gallery of Beicheng University was unexpectedly similar to Song Jiawen's previous entry.
As for how high the degree of similarity is, you can tell from the way Deng Tao looked confident in the cafeteria just now that Song Jiawen must have plagiarized. It should be very high.
"Teacher Fang believes that Song Jiawen did not plagiarize?"
"Of course, I was sitting next to her when she painted this painting. I can still tell whether it is original and whether she is emotionally invested in it."
Jiang Yan nodded and asked, "Then do you think these two paintings are a coincidence?"
This time, Teacher Fang did not answer immediately, but pondered for a while before saying, "Besides this possibility, I can't think of anything else. Maybe Master Mu happened to have the same concerns as Song Jiawen, and the two met a little girl flapping butterflies in the park. Girls will be attracted to it involuntarily."
This was also the reason she used to convince herself before.
Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, Teacher Fang, for trusting Song Jiawen. If she knew, she would be very happy."
"I'm just telling the truth."
When Jiang Yan returned to the classroom, Song Jiawen was already lying on the table and taking a nap.
She doesn't sleep well. She doesn't sleep for a while at noon and can't hold on in the afternoon.
but
Jiang Yan looked at Song Jiawen with complicated eyes. After Deng Tao made such a scene, did she really have no thoughts in her heart?
For example, Master Mu.
He didn't believe in coincidences. If the two of them had never met and had the same experience, how could they draw the same painting?
So this Master Mu is Song Jiawen’s biological mother?
"Why do you keep looking at me?"
Even with her face covered with a book, Song Jiawen could feel Jiang Yan staring at her unblinkingly.
She could guess what he was doing and what he wanted to say, but she didn't want to ask.
She continued to lie down, and her voice came from under the book, "Did you do well in the Chinese language test in the morning? Are you ready for the math test in the afternoon? There are also English and comprehensive science tests tomorrow."
The Chinese reading comprehension in the morning was very difficult, but it was a happy thing for Jiang Yan. The advantage of being reborn is that your ability to understand and understand is better than others. After all, after many lives, you have to have some stock in your mind no matter what.
It can’t just be water.
Moreover, the opinions and thoughts are not comparable to those of these little brats. Except for IQ, of course!
This is a flaw and cannot be changed.
"Chinese should be pretty good, Jiajia. If my ranking improves by five points, will it be equivalent to twenty points?"
Knowing that she didn't want to bring up the topic just now, Jiang Yan took advantage of the situation and discussed it with her, "Five places is already a lot. You have to know that the further you go, the harder it will be."
Song Jiawen refused, "No, it's as many points as you say, there's no equivalent."
The college entrance examination is about scores, not how high you rank in your own school.
Jiang Yan was a little desperate. Among these subjects, the only one where he could significantly improve his score was Birdsong. But half of what he did was based on luck. Whether he could pass 90 or not depended on the weather.
God favors me, and I will pass a hundred.
Fortunately, the mathematics in the afternoon went very well, which rekindled Jiang Yan's fighting spirit. After dinner, he didn't even go to play ball after Xiao Qi asked him to, and started chewing on the English test paper.
Xiao Qi:.
We don’t know why Sister Wen’s painting is so tempting to him, and we don’t see any artistic talent in him!
You said you want a painting, can you understand it?
Xiao Qi didn't go to play ball anymore. He couldn't let Jiang Yan leave him behind too much, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.
This chapter has been greatly changed!
