Su Bingyun said in surprise: "How do you know that I received a lot of manuscripts today, not only classmates from the art club, but also other students. Everyone has strong creativity. Although their painting skills need to be improved, they are enough to make a difference. The appeal of that big star last time was really strong, and he followed the crowd in just one sentence. I would be fine if I could be like her."

"Hmph, Murong Bingyu is not very good either. They are all packaged by entertainment companies."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I don't want that kind of dead woman to give it to me for free. I don't have any skills. I still do things all day long, sing and filming movies. If I don't study, what kind of grandness can I become?" Lao Liao began to talk big.

Murong Bingyu's loyal fans Lu Chengda couldn't sit still. He didn't dare to do anything to Lao Liao, so he could only say politely: "Teacher Liao, in fact, Miss Bingyu is very talented. Every song she wrote and composed by herself, and she could sing all kinds of ethereal, light, beautiful, and simple styles, and was known as the Emperor of Changes."

"Oh, so you are very familiar with her?"

"That's of course." Lu Chengda was very proud of it, and took out a record from the drawer with great care and said, "This is the signature CD of Miss Bingyu I bought from shopping online for a lot of money. Every day I look at it, I feel refreshed and I am particularly motivated in my work. No matter how much setback you suffer, as long as you hear Miss Bingyu's singing, life will be full of sunshine."

"Crazy." Old Liao waved his hand and ignored him anymore. He said, "What's wrong with Teacher Su looking for me?"

"It's like this. I want to ask you to participate in the selection of the manuscripts and select excellent wounds for review. Everyone has a different vision. We hope to select as many good paintings as possible."

Working with Su Bingyun is really an enviable good job. Several teachers who were swaying their ears suddenly realized: "No wonder Liao Xuebing tried his best to be the head of the organizing committee. It turned out that it was to get close to the beauty. This trick was used right."

Liao Xuebing picked up the lecture notes and flipped them over, without raising his head: "Okay, I'll call me when you choose them, and I'll do the final check."

The eavesdropping male teacher felt strange again: "Don't use this great opportunity to get along with beautiful women, so stay for death?" Some thought deeper: "Did Liao Xuebing plan to play hard to get, and Su Bingyun is so arrogant. Didn't he burn himself by playing with fire?"

"No, as the team leader, why don't you even have any sense of responsibility? You never ask about the competition. Go to the art gallery with me immediately. Team leader Sun and Teacher Mo are here too."

If you don’t agree, others will think they are not a man, turn off the computer, and say, “Okay, then let me review it myself,” leaving behind the male teacher’s jealous eyes.

The second floor exhibition room of the art museum is full of manuscripts, including oil paintings, gouache paintings, fountain pen sketches, carbon pen sketches, cartoon comics, Chinese paintings, prints, plaster sculptures, small handicrafts, computer renderings. According to the content, it can be divided into image removal, landscapes, still lifes, sketches, white drawings, fine brushwork flowers and birds, etc.

Several people from the organizing committee were in the dark, and they exchanged opinions from time to time, with a very serious attitude.

When he entered the door, Liao Xuebing reached out and held Su Bingyun's gentle little hand. Su Bingyun struggled but did not break free, and whispered: "Stop making trouble, you will let others see it."

Mo Yongtai looked up and saw a hint of jealousy flashing. He didn't make a sound. He spread a scroll of pictures and looked at them in a pretentious manner. He handed them to Sun Pinghai and said, "This picture of flowers and birds is good, and it is painted vividly and colorfully. It also has a poem. It is enough to be called the best choice. I recommend this one."

Sun Pinghai said: "Yes are OK, but" when he saw Liao Xuebing coming, he knew that he was a celebrity in front of the principal, so he should not be neglected, so he smiled and said: "Teacher Liao, see what it is, the good paintings that Teacher Mo strongly recommends."

Mo Yongtai put his waist on his back and looked at how he commented without regard.

Traditional Chinese painting is one of Liao Xuebing's specialties. He took the flower and bird pictures quietly and glanced at them. The brushwork was clever and the coloring was a masterpiece for a high school student, but the enemy agreed and opposed it. So he sighed and shook his head: "Maybe for a physical education teacher who has not been influenced by culture, this flower and bird pictures are beautiful. After all, outsiders watch the excitement and experts look at the tricks. If this painting is taken to the competition, it will only make a laughing joke."

Mo Yongtai tskated: "Did Teacher Liao see something wrong?"

Su Bingyun thought he was ignorant and had nonsense, so he hurriedly said, "Teacher Liao, you can see clearly that this classmate's paintings have a solid foundation. I heard that he has received Master Li's personal teachings."

The art teachers present in the terrifying way were not as profound as Liao Xuebing's attainment in Chinese painting. He smiled faintly and said, "Which Master Li is?"

Mo Yongtai has been hanging in the art museum recently, and has already said the names of some painters in the city. He sneered: "Li Qingyuan, a famous Chinese calligrapher and painter, you may not have heard of his name. No wonder, people who can't even teach Chinese well have the leisure to care about other things?"

Li Qingyuan, Li Yuzhong's father, met an old acquaintance, and Lao Liao smiled reservedly: Oh, is Li Qingyuan? I talked to him about calligraphy for a long time last time, and he even said that he benefited a lot and asked me for advice another day. This was not bragging. At that time, Li Qingyuan's original words did have this meaning, although it was just the usual modesty of a literati.

Sun Pinghai and Su Bingyun both shook their heads secretly: "Just making fun of Master Li, Liao Xuebing is too outrageous."

Mo Yongtai clearly regarded it as a fart and said, "Since that's the case, then please ask Master Liao to select this flower and bird picture so that we can have a long experience."

"Okay, I will open your horizons, the entitled "Spring Colors and Birds Picture", which is naturally spring, which is good, and there is no problem with the perspective ratio. But when you look at this wisteria flower, it is a little heavier, giving people a heavy feeling, not light enough, the composition is not ethereal enough, too dense and solid, lacking white space, which makes people dizzy, and the color processing is cold, but it is not like spring." A lot of shortcomings are listed, and they are well-organized, with clear views, but well-founded. This picture of flowers and birds that is very good for those who are not perfect.

Mo Yongtai and others had changed their expressions. Sun Pinghai spent his whole life immersed in Western painting techniques, and his vision was not as good as him. He took the paintings and compared them one by one, nodded and repeatedly said: "Teacher Liao, you are so amazing. You can see more than a dozen problems at a glance. Although the art competition emphasizes creativity, it is for other works. If the Chinese painting is submitted for review, the standard will be changed to a judgment of techniques and artistic conception. How do you think that "Spring Colors and Birds Picture" failed, but fortunately it was not sent, otherwise you would be ridiculed."

Another very basic art teacher also came over and said, "It's true. Teacher Liao has such a high vision. No wonder he is qualified to be on par with Master Li."

Liao Xuebing said: "Yes, letting physical education teachers and selection work with developed limbs and simple minds will make our school very embarrassed. All the works he recommended just now will be eliminated."

This sentence seemed to slap Mo Yongtai hard, and he said angrily: "Liao Xuebing, don't bully people too much. In fact, this painting is already very good. You have been asking for help from others. How can you be as strict as high school students?"

"Since it's a competition, 'the key is to participate' is certainly the organizer's slogan, but the final standard of admission is the onion. Even if we get 10,000 wounds to participate in the competition, we don't even get the consolation prize. What do others think? Don't you even understand this principle?" Liao Xuebing made a statement, making Mo Yongtai turn red and white.

Su Bingyun knew that the two were a little jealous and competing with each other, and was very happy: "It turns out that in addition to fighting, he also knows a lot of things. I shouldn't underestimate everyone."

Next, Liao Xuebing played his strengths and avoided his weaknesses, and only chose Chinese paintings to comment on it. Often, he hit the nail on the head and showed his attention, which made Sun Pinghai ask him for advice even if he had any questions. Mo Yongtai also found a few good oil paintings, a symbolic face.

Lu Kai looked at a picture of the scattered image and said in surprise: "Hey, isn't this Teacher Liao?"

Everyone hurriedly came over and saw the lines outlined with charcoal pen on the paper, with clear layers, and the light and darkness were harmonious with the meridians. In the painting, a man with hair splattered by the wind was sitting on the slope of the grass, looking back at the distance. The outline, face shape, and clothing were very similar to Liao Xuebing. The painting title was "Autumn with the Wind", and the signature was Li Xinghua of Class 3 Years.

Everyone turned around and looked at Lao Liao with complex eyes.

Liao Xuebing was shocked and immediately woke up, laughed and said, "Strange, why does this person look so much like me? Oh, it was painted by Li Xinghua. Last time I promised to be her model, and it really came out. It felt really good. If this painting won the special prize, the judges would be blind."

Everyone was relieved, and Sun Pinghai said: "Since Teacher Liao personally takes the role of a model, it must be impossible to make a mistake. Let's give it to the choice."

Mo Yongtai was not convinced and thought to himself: "Why can there be no girl who painted that ugly person without me?" He searched hard and found several works. When he saw it, he was so angry that he almost wanted to tear the painting. One was a cartoon comic strip created by Class 2 of Year 2. The content was a story about Prince saving the princess and killing the demon. It was warm and interesting. The key was that the demon painted the appearance of Mo Yongtai, which was extremely vulgar. Another was a work of a girl in a first-grade class, with a portrait painting on the front of the pencil. It was very thoughtful. Unfortunately, he was a beginner. He drew the tilted nose and slanted eyes, like a clown. The paper was dirty and messy, but there were also the words "Mo Yongtai" written next to it.
Chapter completed!