Chapter 128 - Smacking Him In the Face

Chapter 128: Smacking Him In the Face

When Wu Chuang and the members of the Association heard this, they lowered their heads and held back their laughter. Their shoulders kept shaking.

Qi Wenshi’s face alternated between green and white, like a color palette. No one knew whether he was embarrassed or angry.

He glared at Qin Churou.

Qin Churou’s face was pale. She slowly moved toward Qi Wenshi.

If others said that Qi Wenshi couldn’t paint, Qi Wenshi would definitely retort back.

However, this was Old Master Lu, the number one artist in the painting industry. Now, one of his paintings had been sold for a sky-high price.

Qi Wenshi couldn’t refute Old Master Lu’s words.

“Let’s go.” Qi Wenshi’s tone was very unpleasant.

Qi Wenshi and Qin Churou left.

Wu Chong stepped forward and said, “Old Master Lu, do you think it’s possible to let Sheng join our Association? Don’t worry, our Association will not mistreat her.”

Elder Lu was Sheng’s teacher. With his guidance, Sheng’s future in the painting world not be bad. Moreover, Sheng was also talented. To be able to create such a painting at such a young age, she would probably stand at Elder Lu’s level in the future.

If Sheng entered H City’s Painting Association, when she became famous later, the Association would also benefit from it.

Elder Lu naturally guessed Wu Chong’s thoughts. He looked at Wu Chong.

Wu Chuang felt a little guilty and smiled ingratiatingly.

Old Master Lu snorted coldly and walked out with his hands behind his back. “I can’t make this decision. You’d better go find her yourself.”

“Thank you, Old Master Lu.”

Old Master Lu smiled.

Sheng Sheng wouldn’t agree to this. Her personality hated annoying things like this.

However, he was soon slapped in the face.

Outside the door, Qin Churou followed behind Qi Wenshi with her head lowered. She pinched the hem of her dress and was very nervous.

Qi Wenshi stopped. Qin Churou’s heart was almost in her throat.

“Why did you say those words in there just now? Are you complaining that Lu Zhongguo is better than me? Qin Churou, do you want to be his student?”

Qi Wenshi stared at Qin Churou with burning eyes.

Qin Churou hurriedly shook her head, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

She explained in a panic, “I was just curious about who she is. I feel like she’s someone I know. Teacher, I don’t dislike you.”

Qi Wenshi snorted coldly. “You don’t have the ability yet.”

Qin Churou was talented and had a sweet mouth. She was obedient. Qi Wenshi had liked Qin Churou before, but today he was a little dissatisfied.

If Qin Churou had not failed him, why would he come here today to receive such ridicule?

In the end, Qin Churou even suggested asking Lu Zhongguo’s student for advice, and even in front of him. Wasn’t this a slap to his face?

The more Qi Wenshi looked at Qin Churou, the more he disliked her.

Previously, he had thought that she was extremely talented in this generation. At least, he had never met anyone who was more talented than his other student.

Today, Lu Zhongguo told him that he had taken in a disciple. She was seventeen or eighteen years old, and she had already painted such a painting.

If she had really painted it, then her talent was even higher than the two students under him!

Qi Wenshi could not accept this.

In this lifetime, he could not be compared to Lu Zhongguo. He placed his hopes on his two students and taught them wholeheartedly. He hoped that one day, they would stand at the top of the painting world and help him fight for his reputation.

Wei Cheng’s talent surpassed Qin Churou’s, which made him unhappy. Fortunately, his other student was more powerful than Wei Cheng.

Now, he was telling him that another Sheng had come?

At such a young age, she could paint a painting that could shake the entire painting world?!

“Qin Churou, don’t blame me for not reminding you. This Sheng’s talent is much higher than yours. If you still want to enter the painting world and become the best, then work hard!” Qi Wenshi warned in a deep voice.