<h4>Chapter 142: giarizing Nancy’s Works</h4>
This not only showed the painting skills, but also showed the painter’s great imagination.
One wouldn’t be able to paint such a great piece of work without more than ten years of hard work!
Mr. Garfield stood up, put the painting under the light and observed it carefully. He became more and more excited.
But when he turned to the back and looked at the name, he was dumbfounded.
The signature was ire!
He knew about the girl, who was the long-lost biological daughter of the Smiths, but he didn’t know that she had studied art.
Early in the morning, the ssroom boiled.
The result of the artpetition hade out, and the list on the school bulletin board showed that ire had gotten first ce. Her score was a great distance from second ce.
Everyone was talking about it.
Phoebe heard the news as soon as she entered the ssroom and almost thought that she was still dreaming.
ire got first ce?
How could that be!
She turned around and ran to the school bulletin board.
On the red paper, ire’s name was on top, and her painting was pasted next to her name.
A crowd of people surrounded the bulletin board.
“Wow! ire painted so beautifully. She deserves to be ranked first!”
“Has she formally learned to paint? Otherwise, it’s impossible for her to bring out such a masterpiece unless she is a genius.”
“I’ve never seen her go to the studio. Before this, she used to live in the country and her family was very poor. How could she afford to learn to paint?”
Phoebe bit her lips tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
That was because she had to admit that the painting was excellent. Itbined abstraction and concretization. It was much better than her paintings in terms of style, color application, and connotation!
But the more she looked at it, the more she felt that something was wrong. This painting was a bit familiar. It seemed…
Suddenly, something urred to Phoebe, and she immediately took out her cell phone and searched for Nancy’s works. Shepared the works with ire’s painting and found a lot of simrities.
Humph… it turned out to be giarism!
Mr. Garfield had just arrived in the studio and was preparing painting tools when the door was knocked suddenly.
He turned his head and found it was Phoebe.
“Phoebe? What’s the matter?”
He was very fond of this child and wanted to cultivate her into bing a great painter.
Phoebe walked into the studio, twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers, and hesitated a few times before speaking. ” Mr. Garfield, I have doubts about ire’s work.”
Mr. Garfield was surprised. “May I ask why?”
Phoebe handed the cell phone to Mr. Garfield. It showed one of Nancy’s paintings on the screen. “Please take a look.”
Mr. Garfield looked at the phone carefully, and his face gradually changed. “Well…”
“Mr. Garfield, you saw it too, right? ire’s paintings are simr to Nancy’s paintings, especially here.” Phoebe pointed to the phone screen. “And here, they’re exactly the same. She simply copied the painting! How can she win first ce?!”
Mr. Garfield curled his eyebrows fiercely.
Right after the morning self-study, the ss was noisy.
Derek asked curiously. “ire, when did you draw that painting? You’ve been sleeping all day long.”
irey prostrate on the desk, and her voice waszy. “I drew a random picturest night.”
The corner of Derek’s mouth twitched.
Draw a random picture?!
At this time, someone shouted at the door of the ssroom. “Is ire here? Mr. Jones is asking you to go to his office!”
The students started talking amongst themselves.
“What did ire get herself into again?”
“I heard that she is suspected of giarism. Apparently, she giarized Nancy’s painting.”
“H*llyshit, how dare she? Nancy is so famous!”
There were quarreling sounds in the teachers’ office.
Mr. Jones said firmly, “I believe that ire will not giarize!”