Ding Song hesitated and defended: "Yan Qi, don't talk nonsense. I am the one who made "Half Moon Picture". You are not allowed to slander me."
Yan Qi laughed loudly: "Since it is your masterpiece, I now ask you to draw a "Half Moon Picture" in front of everyone. Why are you so hesitant? Is this your own work? Let you Is it so difficult to draw another one?”
"You said your finger was broken, but in fact it was not injured at all. You also said you had no inspiration. I will lower the difficulty for you and reach five points of the artistic conception of "Half Moon Picture", but you still dare not take action."
"Now, I will lower the difficulty for you. As long as you draw the three-point artistic conception of "Half Moon Picture", even if I win, you still don't dare to try! Haha, if it were anyone else, the second time you paint your own work, you only need How can you still be so happy when you reach the third level of artistic conception? Who would be worried about such an easy thing?"
"But look at you, you have a pig-kidney face, wrinkled with worry, and you are still unwilling? What does this mean? This just shows that "Half Moon Picture" was written by a gunman with a knife and has nothing to do with you."
This questioning is well-founded and has a strong rhythm, leaving no room for doubt.
Ding Song was completely dumbfounded.
The talented people and beauties who were watching also started to boo, including the teachers and students of Gewuyuan and Miaoyu Study.
"Ding Song, you said you painted "Half Moon Picture", but who among us has seen it? No one has seen it. Now, I ask you to draw it again, but you don't dare! There must be something fishy in this."
"That's right! And Mr. Yan is not very demanding. As long as you draw the three-dimensional artistic conception of "Half Moon Picture", it seems to be very simple. The premise is that "Half Moon Picture" is really your work. If someone else ghostwrites it, then That’s another matter.”
"Dean Ding, you can't be so embarrassed. As the head of the first hospital, you still teach me to be brave in climbing. What's wrong? Today you are timid. Don't let us look down on you."
…
Ding Song became the target of public criticism.
"I...what can I do?"
Ding Song turned back to look at Judd and said, "Master Fu Yin, I..."
Jia Dedao stood up, looked at Ding Song, and said with encouragement: "Dean Ding, use your strength to make a "Half Moon Picture" to open your eyes. I also want to appreciate it. . Dean Ding, I am optimistic about you, come on, you draw it, you draw it quickly, I am waiting for you."
"Ah? Jia Fuyin, you..."
Ding Song didn't expect Jia Dedao to say these words.
This is obviously... adding insult to injury.
You gave me this painting. How do you want me to paint it?
He suddenly realized that Judd had tricked him.
Now, as Judd walked up the stairs to the room, he pretended to be neutral.
"Draw! Draw! Draw!"
The teachers and students below were cheering together, raising their fists and shouting slogans.
"Draw, I draw!"
Ding Song had no way out. He gritted his teeth and had no choice but to hold his nose and rush upward.
He picked up the pen, walked to the drawing board, and tremblingly traced the "Half Moon Picture".
It's just that the first stroke was wrong.
Another one.
After tracing three strokes, I felt nothing.
Ding Song changed the rice paper again.
However, this "Half Moon Picture" is really a shocking work. It looks simple, but if you want to achieve that kind of artistic conception, it is simply difficult to reach the sky.
With Ding Song's state of mind, it is impossible to get a glimpse of the true meaning of "Half Moon Picture".
There was a lot of teasing below.
"Does Dean Ding really know how to paint?"
"Looking at the way he holds the pen, it seems like he can't even do the basics of the Six Methods of Painting, right?"
"Haha, what a joke. Could it be that Dean Ding is hiding his clumsiness, haha!"
…
Ding Song was not good at it. Hearing the sarcasm below, he became very nervous. His hand shook, and the hand holding the pen was so strong that he poked a hole in the rice paper.
"Why!"
Ding Song threw away the brush and staggered, leaning on the table leg.
His face was pale and pale.
Shh!
Below, there was a burst of boos.
Yan Qi walked up to Ding Song and asked, "Let me ask again, is "Half Moon Picture" your painting?"
"I...hey!"
Ding Song couldn't answer and was filled with hatred.
If he was given another chance, he would never take such a risk.
Yan Qi shook his head: "You don't need to answer. Your silence has made everyone understand that this "Half Moon Picture" is really a ghostwriter ghostwritten by a gunman."
Ding Song didn't dare to refute, but just lowered his head, his head drooping.
The teachers and students below were completely crazy.
"Oh my God, what is this? As the head of a hospital, Ding Song actually asked a gunman to write the sword for him. This is so shameless."
"Why should he be the dean if his moral character is so low? He takes other people's works and competes with Yan Qi, and is he so confident? Is he deceiving Yan Qi or us? We all have been deceived by Ding Song is acting like a monkey."
"Ding Song, I was so stupid to think that I supported you so much just now. Now, I see your true face. You are hateful and disgusting. I hate you to death. You...get out of the Book of Wonderful Words." Well, you being the dean of Miaoyu Study is simply a disgrace to Miaoyu Study."
…
Everyone had suppressed evil fire in their hearts and let it out. They cursed Ding Song and wanted to rush up and beat him up and give him a good punch.
Ding Song listened and felt miserable.
It’s over!
Now, everything is over.
My wonderful study room, my supreme position, the inheritance left by my ancestors...
With a glimmer of hope, he glanced at Judd and said, hoping that at the critical moment, he could stand up and help him, even if he just said a word.
However, Juddao said nothing, and even looked at him with a hint of contempt and a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
No one can save me.
Ding Song was filled with despair.
Yan Qi looked at Ding Song: "Back then, you said that if I failed to pass the level, I would get out of Jinling; also, as long as I passed the five levels, killed six generals, and succeeded, you would leave the Miaoyu Study. Now let me ask you , I successfully passed the test, do you want to leave the Wiayu Study Room?"
Ding Song was particularly unwilling to speak.
Yan Qi smiled sarcastically: "Do you still want to cheat? But I'm afraid even the teachers and students of Miaoyu Study Studio won't tolerate you, right?"
Below, the crowd was laughing.
"Ding Song, get out of Wiaoyu Study Room, we don't welcome you."
"You are dishonest, have no virtue, no talent, and are despicable. What qualifications do you have to stay in the Miaoyu Study Room?"
"Mo Bufan and Wei Yi, you two are nothing but flatterers. Get out of Wiaoyu Study Room. If you don't leave, we will beat you up with sticks."
…
The shouts were rumbling, like a vast ocean, drowning Ding Song.
It’s over!
Completely extinguished the fire.
Ding Song originally wanted to cheat and would rather be a dog than leave the Wiaoyu Study Room.
This is the source of his status.
After leaving the Book of Words, he was nothing.
However, the roars of all the teachers and students in Miaoyu Study School have already explained everything.
The fertile land of Miao Yu Study could no longer keep him.
He regrets it very much now.
If he hadn't fought with Yan Qi, he wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable end.
Alas, one wrong step leads to a lifelong mistake.
