It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

Pen name Tamamo.

Jiang Wu sneered, this evil intention was really obvious.

Could it be that my stupid daughter is unaware of what this student is thinking?

She casually flipped open the album and found that the style of the paintings was indeed more unique than other works. From a distance, it looked like a piece of draft paper, but the black and white tones made her feel more comfortable than other works. The pictures had a kind of... tension?

Jiang Wu doesn't understand comics, but that doesn't affect her ability to express her own opinions.

The bullied protagonist... kills someone in his dream?

interesting.

She read on bit by bit, and the arrival of the police did not bring the protagonist to justice. After a few days of fear, the protagonist's mentality began to change. He believed that it was his destiny and he had to kill the evildoers and uphold justice.

It's too immature. Too childish.

Jiang Wu thought as she turned to the next chapter.

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"To be honest, your work is better than my 90-year-old grandmother's."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and the author on the stage grinned awkwardly with a bitter smile.

Ruan Qian frowned. She felt that the highly respected comic master on the stage was not only unfamiliar, but also a little... excessive.

She doesn't like the character of "speaking bluntly".

The man called Sankong Sensei took a sip of water and waved his hand:

"Go down."

The author left the stage in a panic, and the host quickly filled in, smiling:

"Teacher Sankong is still so sharp-tongued, his comments are sharp and to the point!"

The next person to come on stage was Ruan Qian.

She took a deep breath and looked up. Sure enough, Aunt Jiang was staring at her. She must have recognized her.

There shouldn't be any suspicion about the relationship between her and Teacher Tong...right?

She took the microphone and began to explain her comics. All the comic judges had read them in advance, and the explanation was mainly for the audience. At first she was a little stage frightened, but after all she had experienced art festivals, she quickly calmed down and her clear voice touched people's hearts.

The audience in the audience noticed that the cartoonist was a pleasant young lady, and their attention was immediately focused.

The comic "Walking in a Dream" is serialized until "someone in the police force realizes that there are crimes committed by supernatural forces" and then ends at the climax of the plot.

Ruan Qian felt dry in the mouth after talking so much.

The audiences in the audience were all unsatisfied, thinking that the young lady on the stage was as annoying as the ancient storytellers who said "If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next episode", and they wished they could tell her the rest of the story.

But Ruan Qian was very happy.

She originally thought her comics were ordinary, but she never expected they would be loved by so many viewers.

She has rarely been recognized by anyone other than Teacher Tong.

But the review session interrupted her joy.

Sankong picked up the microphone, and his muddy voice filled the venue:

“I have a few things to say about your comics.

"First of all, the storyboard is too monotonous. Didn't you practice the character perspective? So much of the human body structure is omitted. It seems that you didn't pay attention.

"Then there's the painting. It's so crudely done. I don't even want to mention how messy some of it is. Did you draw it with your feet?"

Ruan Qian was stunned.

"Also, you just learned how to color the cover, right? Are you trying to learn it at the last minute? My advice to you is, don't try to take shortcuts at such a young age. You need to practice every stroke carefully."

He spoke with great spit, belittling the cartoon to the point of being worthless.

Ruan Qian remained silent, her lips trembling slightly. She wanted to say something to refute, but then she realized how insignificant her status was. She only felt sad and disappointed. This malice came out of nowhere, shattering her original expectations, and... in front of Aunt Jiang.

Jiang Wu propped up half of her face with the back of her hand and glanced at the stage. The little girl was lonely and pitiful. Was she a bad painter? How come she didn't think so? It seemed to be the only book she could read.

She admitted that she came with the attitude and intention of examining and warning, but now that the little girl was criticized so badly, she didn't intend to add insult to injury.

Although in her eyes, it is indeed a bit unprofessional for students to draw comics.

The next cartoonist guest was obviously not of high status. After hearing the comments from Senior Sankong, he laughed it off and made a perfunctory comment of "his drawing skills are not good enough."

The stadium turned into a struggle session.

They say her skills are poor, her content is dark, and she draws face blindly.

Even the audience couldn't stand it and booed.

Ruan Qian lowered her head and filtered out those words. She was no longer the Ruan Qian who was easily defeated. It didn't matter whether others recognized her or not. As long as Teacher Tong supported her, she could go on.

Moreover, she had not forgotten the applause from the audience. She painted for the audience, not for these masters.

She was talking to herself in her own world until she heard an unexpected female voice on the stage -

From Jiang Wu.

The woman held the microphone, and as soon as she sat upright, she looked down upon everyone and said slowly:

"Then I'll say a few words."

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s a very interesting comic.”

"The most important thing about a comic is the plot."

"Although the pictures are a bit sloppy, the message it conveys has not diminished. What do middle school students want to see? It's this kind of plot. The kind of plot where I can change the world. Readers like mainstream comics, and they also like unorthodox comics. I am very optimistic about its potential."

"Although the previous players seemed to see only thorns in their eyes, I don't think it's a problem. The heroine is very beautiful, and time has been spent on her face. She is very smart, and good steel should be used on the blade."

“I don’t understand the terminology of comics, but if you ask me to evaluate this comic, I would say it’s good.”

As soon as the words fell, the audience burst into applause - finally someone spoke up for those who thought this comic was good! They had long wanted to speak up for the young lady on the stage, but there were always people around them saying "Do you know more about comics than the judges?", which made them tired of arguing.

Jiang Wu leaned back in her chair and didn't look at the little girl on the stage. She didn't intend to speak, but she thought that if her daughter knew that her student was besieged by a group of people and she, as a mother, was watching the show, she would definitely be furious.

One yard owned by a yard.

If this comic becomes really popular, it will also make money for me.

As for this girl's desire for her daughter, she would still find an opportunity to stop her.

Chapter 63: Belief

It was raining heavily outside the classroom window.

The rain, accompanied by the wind, drifted into the corridor. The students by the window closed the window in panic and wiped the books on the windowsill with heartache. Whenever it rained, Ruan Qian felt inexplicably at ease staying in the classroom. The heavier the rain outside, the safer the room seemed.

The Maitreya Buddha-like Laogai was reciting Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Alley" in the front with great emotion and dance, which was very artistic in such rainy weather. But his posture and manner were a bit out of place and funny. There was faint laughter from the audience. It was really difficult for Laogai to recite a lyric poem.

"She has/the color of lilac/the fragrance of lilac/the sorrow of lilac..."

Ruan Qian was absent-minded. Rainy days seemed to make people easily indulge in memories. She recalled the comic contest that day, and her heart was filled with indescribable complexity and depression.

She finally won the silver medal.

Seventy thousand yuan, it was the first time she had seen so much money in her life. When she was in school before, carrying several thousand yuan in tuition fees would make her tremble with fear. Now that she had such a huge sum of money, she had no idea how to deal with it.

When the results were announced, she heard gossip around her. Someone was notified in advance that they would win a silver or bronze prize, but it turned out that it was wrong, and the silver prize became a bronze prize, while the bronze prize was left empty-handed. It was obvious who had played tricks.

I don’t have this ability. The only one who can make me win the silver medal is Aunt Jiang on the stage.

The girl was well aware of the consequences of being unworthy of her position. After the award ceremony, she ran backstage and found Jiang Wu. In addition to expressing her gratitude, she also hoped that the competition would not become unfair because of her.

Then, Jiang Wu glanced at her and answered irrelevantly:

"Do you like Yaoyao?"

Ruan Qian was stunned on the spot. After a long while, she gritted her teeth and admitted:

"Yes...I like Teacher Tong."

Jiang Wu was not too surprised. She sent her assistant away and said casually:

"I don't think highly of you."

The little girl's pupils shrank slightly, her fingers curled up lightly, and she said nothing.

"If Yaoyao likes the same sex, then I won't introduce men to her anymore, but that doesn't mean I will accept everyone. I don't require that we be of equal social status, but we can't be too shabby. You are her student, between teacher and student, and of the same sex, how big a barrier is that, I don't need to say more, right? The gap between you two is too big, your values, experiences, and emotional requirements are all different, it's hard to have a good result. Once this relationship fails, Yaoyao will lose more, it will be a huge blow to her work, her emotions, and her reputation." Jiang Wu glanced at the time and stopped talking, "I've got a general idea, I admire kids like you, but I also hope you'll quit when you see difficulty."

The whole process was peaceful, like signing a peace agreement. But Ruan Qian felt like she was in an ice cellar, looking at Jiang Wu's back. The fragile joy after winning the award was like a castle made of sand, which was scattered by the waves.

She even felt that her bonus was actually a euphemism for Aunt Jiang's check - give you money, so you can leave Yaoyao alone.

Of course Jiang Wu was not that bored, she really just thought that this comic deserved the silver award, but the little girl couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.

"Ruan Xi."

"Ruan Qian!"

It wasn't until Jiang Yiming stepped on her foot that Ruan Qian came back to her senses.

When she looked up, the laogai officer's eyes were wide open and he asked her:

“What emotions does the poet express?”

She stood up in a panic. The bad thing about sitting in the first row is that if you lose your concentration, the teacher will notice. She hadn't read the text many times yet, so she had no idea what Dai Wangshu was thinking, so she made up a story:

"Expressing...admiration for a girl as beautiful as lilac...?"

Then she was punished to stand and listen to the class.

But she was sitting in the first row, and the standing labor camp officer thought she was blocking the people behind her, so he asked her to sit down again.

If you are criticized in a class, the rest of the class will become long.

Ruan Qian thought that she really didn't deserve Teacher Tong now. Maybe she would be worthy of him in the future, but who would believe what happened in the future? She couldn't say that she would try her best to make Teacher Tong happy now. Everyone could say such empty words, but they were meaningless. What was really meaningful was what she would say after she succeeded.

Who would let a poor girl kidnap their little princess? Everyone would think that the poor girl couldn't take good care of the princess, wronged the princess, and made her live a hard life. This is human nature and the fact.

But even so, she couldn't give up her love for Teacher Tong.

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Tong Yao was sitting in the office, and was surprised that the little girl didn't come to see her during the morning break.

Maybe you are busy studying?

She picked up the cup and went to the water room to get some hot water. As soon as she entered, she saw a familiar braided hair in front of the first row of water dispensers. The little girl lowered her head to get the water, and then the cup in her hand was lightly touched by another person's cup. She was startled and looked up to realize it was a nursery rhyme.

"Unhappy?" Tong Yao blinked, "You look so sullen."

The little girl stammered, "No...no."

"Tell me about your unhappy things." Tong Yao smiled, "Failed in the comics competition?"

"No..." Ruan Qian took a step back and gave way, "I won the silver medal, the prize money is 70,000..."

But it was all thanks to Aunt Jiang.

"That's great." Tong Yao was surprised. "Your bonus has increased? Then you can buy a lot of things, right?"

"Yes." The little girl nodded gently, "Mom doesn't need to send money to me and my brother anymore."

Seventy thousand yuan was enough for her and her brother to pay various expenses for one or two years. This exhausted family finally had a chance to breathe.

But not enough.

She looked at Teacher Tong beside her and told herself that she still had a long way to go.

She wants to impress Aunt Jiang.

She wants Teacher Tong to have a worry-free future.

"You are very capable," Tong Yao said tenderly after fetching water, "You are able to earn money for your family at such a young age."

Ruan Qian felt a little sad for some reason and whispered:

"How can there be..."

"You're tired, right?" Tong Yao leaned closer to her and said, "You've been so busy these past few months that your dark circles under your eyes can't even go away."