After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Chapter 338: Mr. Li’s Junior, Lin Nuo’s Plagiarism Controver

After critiquing Jiang Lingxi’s work and brushing over the critique of Jing Huai’s piece by comnting on Xu Qingi’s evaluation, Li Wanxuan stood quietly in front of Su Yi’s "Rainy Night Silhouette" for a mont.

After a long while, she looked at the author standing beside the painting and softly asked, "Young girl, is your art teacher nad Jian Sheng?"

"Jian Sheng?" Su Yi instinctively repeated the na, pursed her lips, and neither nodded nor shook her head, "I don’t know what my teacher’s full na is, I only know his surna is Jian."

"Then it should be him." Li Wanxuan said, unable to resist glancing towards the teacher not far away, and then gently spoke after turning back, "Your painting, inherits his style, with spiritual thoughts into painting, and a breathtaking touch, that’s how we described him back then."

From the first ti seeing that sowhat blurry electronic version of the work, to witnessing this girl copy the only painting "Life’s Turning" by Jian Sheng stored in the teacher’s museum yesterday, and then to today’s "Rainy Night Silhouette," she finally confird that this girl’s teacher was indeed her incredibly talented junior brother, Jian Sheng, whom she had never seen again after so incidents.

She guessed her teacher probably figured it out sooner than she did.

Seeing the disciple of her junior brother yesterday, she wondered what the teacher’s emotions were at that mont!

Although Su Yi was shy by nature, she directly t Li Wanxuan’s eyes at this mont, "Mr. Li, you..."

"Good child," Li Wanxuan interrupted her, "let’s talk after the recording is over."

It wasn’t appropriate to talk about the junior brother in front of the teacher, because no matter what was said it would be like reopening old wounds for the teacher.

"I am very pleased that my junior brother received a disciple with such stunning talent. I thought he would never have a disciple to carry on his style in this lifeti. This ’Rainy Night Silhouette,’ I can see you have already graduated, and the junior brother should be very gratified."

"Yes, Teacher Jian, he left."

Seeing Li Wanxuan stunned, Su Yi realized she misspoke and hurriedly waved her hand to correct, "I didn’t an that, he left a letter saying he was leaving, and I haven’t seen him since."

Li Wanxuan gently stroked the head of the little girl in front of her who seed a bit downcast, "You’ve already learned what he wanted to teach you, his choice to leave probably ans he felt there was nothing left to teach you."

The audience who had followed this conversation began murmuring softly among themselves.

"Who is Jian Sheng, based on Ms. Li’s words, he is her junior brother, and also Su Yi’s teacher. As everyone knows, Ms. Li is the student of Mr. Zhang, so this Jian Sheng should also be Mr. Zhang’s disciple. But I’ve never heard of such a person in the painting and calligraphy world!"

While the person who spoke seed okay, the person hearing the analysis had eyes spiralling like mosquito repellent, "Hold on, let sort this out!"

"Jian Sheng," Qian Yiheng was also thinking about this na, sensing a vague familiarity but couldn’t quite recall imdiately, "Where on earth have I heard it before?"

If she really couldn’t rember, she decided to ask her colleagues and seniors at the art academy later.

Suppressing the complex emotions thinking about her junior brother, Li Wanxuan then moved on to Shen Huchen’s work.

She stared at it intently for a mont and didn’t speak imdiately but instead went back to Jiang Lingxi’s work for a lap before returning.

Everyone was a bit puzzled by her actions once again.

"Speaking of which, both Shen Huchen’s and Jiang Lingxi’s works are ink wash landscapes, is Ms. Li trying to compare who among the two painted better?"

"Obviously Jiang Lingxi’s is more skillful, but I feel Ms. Li isn’t looking at that."

"Then what was she just doing?"

"I suggest asking Ms. Li herself."

"If I dared, I wouldn’t be here guessing blindly, would I?"

Jiang Lingxi noticed Li Wanxuan’s actions and guessed a possibility.

In her previous life, after knowing that the Divine Painter Xie Muyun was actually her own Pri Minister, she simply asked him to be her painting teacher for a period of ti, especially in his specialty of ink wash landscape, her works had so of his influence.

And Shen Huchen’s paintings were taught personally by Shen Yunqing.

This led to the situation where she in the previous life and Shen Huchen of this era, despite being separated by a millennium, shared a common teacher.

What an inexplicable and fascinating coincidence fate is.

One would never imagine such a bizarre situation.

She guessed that Ms. Li might have detected the faint similarity between her and Shen Huchen’s works, but was unsure.

Li Wanxuan indeed wasn’t quite sure, with yesterday’s artwork copying, although both Jiang Lingxi and Shen Huchen copied "Bibo Wanxiang," Shen Huchen was honest with his copying, while Jiang Lingxi made her suspect it was a reproduction of the original by Xie Muyun’s "Bibo Wanxiang," she couldn’t tell the difference even if they were placed together.

But now in their own creations, so traces of similar feelings started to appear.

However, the two didn’t seem to know each other at first, that sense of unfamiliarity couldn’t be acted or fooled her eyes, so... was it really just pure coincidence?

Seeing this Ms. Li in front of him was not opening her mouth to critique his work for so long, Shen Huchen grew more anxious, "Ms. Li, is there sothing wrong with my painting?"

It shouldn’t be, his cousin just praised him!

Even though it was a subtle complint, it was still a complint!

"Not at all," broken from her thoughts, Li Wanxuan t the boy’s sowhat anxious eyes, chuckling as she comforted him, "your painting, although the brushwork is still a bit immature, it possesses a natural spirit and energy, keep painting and you’ll undoubtedly excel in the future."

Upon hearing that, Shen Huchen’s spirits lifted, "Thank you, Ms. Li!"

Li Wanxuan never voiced that trace of doubt.

As long as the painting is good, there’s nothing to be tangled over, she thought.

Then she moved in sequence to Lu Sen’s work.

"’Bamboo Sea Listening to the Wind’" Li Wanxuan glanced at the confident Lu Sen, "I rember I have a piece by your grandfather called ’Bamboo Forest Waves’, with the Lu Family’s bamboo, it appears there’s a worthy successor."

The critique ended there, at first glance, Lu Sen’s work received the least appraisal, yet seeing Lu Sen nearly lifting his face to the ceiling showed how satisfied he was with the critique.

However, what Li Wanxuan said next made him lower his head again, "But this bamboo’s humility, why hasn’t it influenced you at all."

A mber of the audience couldn’t hold back, "Hahaha..."

The laughter was remarkably synchronized.

Lu Sen: "..."

He could only comfort himself, Ms. Li truly deserves to be the old man’s student!

As she ca to Lin Nuo, Li Wanxuan unusually didn’t start by looking at the painting, but looked at the person instead.

"Lin Nuo? Is it the Lin Nuo who at the national youth painting and calligraphy competition two rounds ago, was found out that the award-winning piece ’Under the Moonlight’ was plagiarized and eventually disqualified by the competition’s committee?"

With this remark, the cara clearly captured Lin Nuo’s pupils shrinking dramatically.

The 1.8-ter tall man visibly trembled, revealing the power of the question.

A corner of the studio saw Alin, watching her boyfriend on the screen struggling to control his emotions, clasp her mouth tightly and grip a nearby chair, barely restraining her impulse to rush up and shield him.

The audience erupted with chatter as well.

The ones coming to watch the show live basically had knowledge of the painting and calligraphy circle, and quite a few were already aware of Lin Nuo’s past, but what surprised them was that the straightforward Ms. Li would ask such a sharp question right in front of the caras.

Imagining it from their position, swapping places with him, they couldn’t ensure they could stand there sturdy, fully exposed to the scrutinizing gaze from all sides.

"Yes," after a lengthy silence, Lin Nuo finally nodded, "The person you ntioned is indeed , but I did not plagiarize."

His voice began softly yet slowly rose, the final words ’plagiarize’ were spoken through gritted teeth, his dark eyes shifted from initially uncontrollably evasive to directly gazing at the sweeping cara lens, finally speaking word-by-word, "Soone stole my inspiration and concept, it’s that person who plagiarized my ’Under the Moonlight’!"

"I have been tirelessly gathering evidence!"

"What I hate most in this life is plagiarism!"

In the audience, a face that had originally worn scorn suddenly beca rigid.