The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99: 097 O Continent Oil Painting Master Personally Slaps Face [3 Updates]

He really didn’t want to take a poor student to the O-State, especially to a top-tier university like the Royal Academy of Arts in O-State.

Moreover, the Royal Academy of Arts in O-State is not the kind of place where you get the qualification to enter just because you won a first-class award at an ordinary art festival.

Even the top students in the art class are questionable.

He Xun naturally had not paid attention to the art festival.

He didn’t have the time, after all, he was in charge of the International Classes for all three grades at Verdant High School.

He Xun was even less aware that this time, the Verdant Art Festival had caused a stir at Sheng Qingtang.

The principal’s eyebrows tightened imperceptibly.

He hadn’t expected He Xun to have such a big problem with Ying Zijin.

Not every student excels at studying, so why bother?

“It was my oversight,” the principal sighed and took off his glasses, “Teacher He, let’s discuss the Norton University interview instead.”

He Xun’s expression finally eased.

Just at that moment, the office phone rang.

The principal answered and after hearing just one sentence, his expression changed, “What? Yes, yes, I’ll be right there.”

He Xun looked up, his eyes showing a trace of confusion.

“Teacher He, please excuse me for a moment,” the principal stood up and straightened his clothing, “We have an important guest, I need to attend to it.”

He had taken a few steps when it seemed as if he remembered something, “The guest is from O-State. Teacher He, your English is good, come with me.”

O-State?

But all of Verdant’s teachers, regardless of which administrative level, are required to be fluent in English. So why call on him?

He Xun was taken aback, “Okay, I will first visit the International Class of second year high school.”

With time pressing, the principal had no opportunity to say more and nodded before hurrying off.

He Xun followed suit and went to the teaching building of the second-year classes.

After distributing today’s practice topics to the International Class, he went to the reception room the principal had told him about.

Along the way, he naturally passed by Class 19 of the second year.

Remembering what the principal had said, He Xun subconsciously glanced through the back window.

At the last row by the window, a girl dressed in a short-sleeved school uniform with a blazer draped over her was lying on the desk, fast asleep.

He Xun withdrew his gaze indifferently.

Still sleeping in class, her bad habits indeed never change.

Such a student was beyond salvation, after all.

**

The call that had summoned the principal was from the head of the art department.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and pointing inside the room, whispered,”Principal, this is Mr. Berg Blaine, from the Royal Academy of Arts in O-State.”

Berg Blaine, honorary teacher of the Royal Academy of Arts in O-State, usually holds a sinecure and does not teach.

He’s occasionally invited by other schools to give lectures.

It was always others who invited him; there had never been word of him personally making a visit.

Berg specialized in Baroque style oil paintings and was also a Romanticism painter.

Baroque art was an artistic style that flourished in O-State from 1600 to 1750, deeply influencing subsequent generations.

Baroque art encompassed more than just oil painting; it also included architecture, music, and decoration.

Even if someone didn’t know what Baroque art was, they wouldn’t be unaware of Qinuo Feng, a painter famous throughout the world at the time.

However, Qinuo Feng’s style of oil painting was so distinctive, so unique that it was impossible for anyone to imitate.

And Berg Blaine was recognized in the modern world as the oil painter closest to Qinuo Feng.

“I know him, but—” the principal looked over, hesitated, “what is he… doing?”

Inside the room.

A foreign man in his thirties was pressed against the wall, hands spread out, caressing it as if in a trance.

“Principal,” the head of the art department’s voice caught in his throat, with some difficulty he said, “What he’s embracing is not the wall, it’s the oil painting by Ying Zijin.”

The principal was stunned.

Before he had a chance to react, he heard the man’s excited shouting.

“Bravo! Bravo!” Berg clung even tighter, as if he wanted to merge with the painting, “Oh my God, my God, what a marvelous painting.”

“This is simply the hand of God, Qinuo Feng alive.”

Principal: “…”

Head of the art department: “…”

No need for that.

The head of the art department coughed a few times, unable to help but interrupt his self-indulgence,”Mr. Berg, the principal is here. If you have any requests, please just say.”

“Oh.” As if only just noticing that there were other people around, Berg turned and asked directly, “Is this your work?”

The principal was still a bit confused, “No, this is…”