Chapter 492

"What's your hurry?"

Zhou Yanxi glanced at Ke Yunzhou discontentedly.

Before, she didn't think how bad this person was, but this time, she found that Ke Yunzhou was not generally disgusting.

"Ha ha, I'm not in a hurry, but there are so many people here, can't you keep everyone waiting?"

Ke Yunzhou looks at Zhou Yanxi with a smile.

"If that classmate surnamed Liu doesn't come back all the time, shall we wait for him here all our life?"

When Ke Yunzhou said this, several male teachers who were in the same boat with him also agreed with him.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou Yanxi, you can't keep us waiting."

"Yes, let's give up and let's break up early."

"We don't want to wait any longer."

Soon, others were influenced by them.

"Yes, we've been waiting here for half an hour, haven't we? Ye Jiajia's paintings have been finished, and the one named Liu Yan hasn't come back yet. Isn't it because he intentionally left us here? "

"It's possible!"

"It's not possible. I don't think so. How many authentic works of Tang Yin can be handed down? If he says he has, then he does? "

"Mr. Zhou, although we want to support you, that student has been away for too long."

"Miss Zhou, why don't you call that man."

"Yes, make a phone call."

"Yes, to make a call, it's better to turn on the hands-free. Let's all listen to where he is now."

Zhou Yanxi is also very helpless.

It's really a long time for Liu Yan to go back.

Normally speaking, it's about 20 minutes from school to the hotel and back.

But half an hour later, Liu Yan has not come back.

"Why, Mr. Zhou, are you calling now or dare not?" Ke Yunzhou sneered.

Zhou Yanxi glanced at each other directly, took out his mobile phone and dialed Liu Yan.

"Hello, Xiaoyan, where are you?"

"I'm at the door."

Zhou Yanxi is hands-free, and his voice reverberates in the lecture hall. Most of the people in the front row can hear clearly.

"Ha ha, are you at the door of your home, or where?" Ke Yunzhou sneered.

But at this time, Liu Yan hung up.

"Look, look, everyone. He hung up. I'm afraid he just got to his own door. Do you want us to wait for him for another half an hour? What a big shelf. Hum

After the cold hum, Ke Yunzhou looks at Zhou Yanxi again.

"Miss Zhou, should you..."

Ke Yunzhou was just talking, but he was interrupted by a sudden sound.

"Ke, have you finished your bullshit?"

People's eyes suddenly looked at the gate, and Liu Yan appeared there with an ancient painting rolled up with a scroll.

Liu Yan went straight to the rostrum and swept Ke Yunzhou with his eyes.

"Ke, do you know that if you stand here and fart, it will affect the whole teaching hall."

"You Ke Yunzhou's face sank slightly.

However, he soon suppressed his anger, and then he laughed with indifference.

"Well, I don't want to tell you any more nonsense. Now that you have come back, let's take out the authentic work of Tang Yin you said and let everyone have a look."

Ke Yunzhou doesn't believe Liu Yan can do it.

You know, Tang Yin's paintings are not many, let alone Liu Yangang's.

And countless people on the scene also looked forward to the painting in Liu Yan's hand.

Liu Yan is no nonsense, requisitioned several other students' desks to put together, and then directly put the scroll on it and opened it to the other side.

As the scroll rolled away, a majestic landscape ink painting was soon revealed.

"This is Tang Yin's painting

"Look, there is Tang Yin's name and seal on it!"

"The picture of eagles spreading their wings and swallowing the world"? This Isn't this the painting in Tang Bohu's autumn fragrance? "

"I'll go, that's true!"

"Mud horse, is this bastard trying to get us a picture? Can it be real? "

"Ha ha ha..."

Ke Yunzhou couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Zhou, is this the evidence your people got? You can really do anything by using the things in the movie as the authentic works of Tang Yin. "

"Mr. Zhou, are you shameless?"

"Fart, shameless person is that surname Liu, root Zhou Yanxi teacher doesn't matter."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with Mr. Zhou.""Never mind? He is Zhou Yanxi's elected representative. When something goes wrong, just say it doesn't matter? Ha ha, you really push it all. "

The whole teaching hall was in a terrible quarrel.

"Shut up

Liu Yan a deep drink, immediately let the whole teaching hall quiet down.

Just as someone was going to scold him, Liu Yan said, "if this painting is the real work of Tang Yin, you can find someone who knows how to examine it? What are you yelling about one or two? "

Although Liu Yan's tone is not very friendly, we have to admit that he is very reasonable.

"OK, in that case, find someone who knows how to do it."

Ke Yunzhou said with disdain.

He didn't believe that a painting made up in a movie would be Tang Yin's real work.

Is it possible?

Of course not!

"Yes, the best way is to find someone to test it."

"That's right."

"But to whom? Why don't you invite Professor Wu of our college to have a look? "

"Professor Wu has rarely appeared in the college. Who knows where he lives?"

Just as they looked around, a middle-aged man with a hat and glasses stood up.

"Let me do it."

All the people's eyes immediately swept past.

As the middle-aged man walked to the platform, he took off his hat and glasses and showed a kind face.

"Why? Aren't you Mr. Cao Jun, a famous calligrapher and painter? "

"Is he Cao Jun?"

"No, Mr. Cao Jun is a famous calligrapher and painter in China. How can he come here to listen to an education class on knowledge and skills of traditional Chinese painting?"

"No mistake, he is Mr. Cao Jun, I have seen him before."

This middle-aged man was the one who had been staring at Liu Yan and suspected that Liu Yan had inner strength.

Cao Jun went to the platform.

"My dear Cao Jun, I have a little research on ancient and modern calligraphy and painting. I wonder if I can check the authenticity of this painting?"

All of a sudden, people were stunned.

It's really Cao Jun!

If it's up to him, I believe those present will not have any doubts.

"It turned out to be Mr. Cao. Please check the authenticity."

Ke Yunzhou said respectfully.

Cao Jun nodded and then looked at Zhou Yanxi.

"Mr. Cao, please." Zhou Yanxi is also busy.

Cao Jun nodded again.

In the end, he did not immediately begin to examine the painting. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Liu Yan with a smile. "Little friend, where did you get this painting?"

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