My Family’s Idol’s Vest Fell Again

rtions and lines of the painting, this painting would be several steps higher.

 

 

In any case, with this alone, Shi Fei’s work was better than all of them.

 

 

At this point, Ye Qingcheng, who hadn’t spoken at all, opened his mouth, speaking in a standard Mandarin, without any local accent: “Mr.
J’s painting skills are indeed extraordinary, but color ink painting is a new type of painting that has been gradually formed in China under the influence of Western painting.
The origin is in the West, and it is not honorable for him to win this game.”

 

 

What Ye Qingcheng meant was that color ink painting evolved from Western painting, and couldn’t be fully counted as national painting.

 

 

Shi Fei faintly smiled and responded, “Senior Ye Qingcheng, you used oil painting paper to paint today, right?”

 

 

Ye Qingcheng: “So what?”

 

 

Shi Fei responded, “How can you use paper to paint? Paper is one of the four major inventions of our country, which was introduced to the West, but the origin is in our country, so your high score of 9.8 is not honorable.”

 

 

Ye Qingcheng said angrily, “You’re making a weak argument.”

 

 

Shi Fei retorted, “I used paper, brush and ink made in our Chinese country to draw, how is it dishonorable to win? Or are you saying that you can’t afford to lose, Mr.
Galen?”

 

 

Ye Qingcheng: “Who said I can’t afford to lose, when I came out to draw, you ……”

 

 

Only halfway through the words, Ye Qingcheng reacted to the fact that he was set up by Shi Fei, his body stiffened, the veins on his neck rippled, “You set me up.”

 

 

Everyone finally reacted, this mysterious dark horse students was the famous Galen Neiham.

 

 

He was Carol Herman’s teacher, and was also a master of Drunken River Literature Club.
He was also an internationally famous painter, and his popularity was similar to that of Yang Weidong.

 

 

In fact, even if he participated in the painting competition as a student of the Drunken River Literary Society, it would be fine, the rules of the competition didn’t require so much.

 

 

But he wanted to participate in the competition to defeat Shi Fei, but he was also apprehensive about his own identity, so he came up with this trick.

 

 

He wanted to take part in the competition and beat Shi Fei, but he was worried about his own status, so he came up with this trick.
That was the same reason why Tang Xiangyang didn’t want to take part in the competition.

 

 

This was suddenly be uncovered by Shi Fei and he had lost, no wonder he was so angry.

 

If the news of today’s incident got out, it would become, ‘the famous painter Galen.
Neiham ran to participate in the competition where Yang Weidong and Burt were the judges, and finally lost to an 18-year-old kid, the master and disciple lost in the same hand.’.

 

 

In the future, whenever someone mentioned Mr.
J or Shi Fei, they would always think of this historic moment.

 

 

“This is too humiliating, he masked and disguised himself to compete with Brother Fei.”

 

 

“This master and disciple are a poster of shamelessness, they can’t even afford to lose.”

 

 

“Anyway, they are disgraced, Brother Fei has taught them to be human.”

 

 

“Brother Fei, no, I’ll call you dad, long live Father Shi Fei, you’re too strong.”

 

 

“He’s here he’s here, Papa Shi Fei is here with a double-sided painting, no it’s a three-sided painting.”

 

 

“Fan of a excellent husband, really sad ah, my love rivals are increasing.”

 

 

“I’m suddenly a little worried, such a good person, will he stay in the entertainment industry?”

 

 

“Don’t scare me upstairs, Shi Fei won’t go back to painting if he’s doing well in the entertainment industry, right?”

 

 

“I was so happy that brother Fei won, but when you guys said that, I suddenly got scared.”

 

 

In the end, with the addition of Fei’s 29.9 points, the Idle Dream Literature Club won this victory in an overwhelming way.

 

 

The people of Idle Dream Literature Club cheered happily and rushed up to surround Shi Fei, “Shi Fei, you’re too good, you’re too awesome, you’ll be my idol from now on.”

 

 

Tang Xiangyang was anxious to go on stage, “You brats, don’t bump into the painting.” He quickly put the painting away.

 

 

Drunken River Literary Society’s side wasn’t so good, Xue Wei’s face was extremely difficult to watch, Galen angrily left.

 

 

Carol looked at the surrounded Shi Fei, a strong reluctance flashed under his eyes.

 

 

When Wu Ziqiang saw this result, he froze, this ending didn’t go the right way ah.

 

 

How could this be?

 

 

Suddenly remembering something, Wu Ziqiang hurriedly took his cell phone to contact the marketing agency and water army that he hired to disgrace Shi Fei further.
They had to stop.

 

 

It hadn’t been long, there was still time to withdraw.

 

 

He quickly got a reply: “Don’t worry, we are very efficient, we never miss a thing, just a second before you called me, I just sent out the post to a verified account.”

 

 

Wu Ziqiang suddenly felt the room spinning, his phone slipped and he fell back to the chair.

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