Juan pointed to an oil painting on the screen and became even more proud: "This is my painting."

When he turned around, he saw Adele standing on tiptoes and grabbing Wen Tinglan's hair in such an intimate manner that he almost exploded with anger.

Huan could only turn the topic to Ying Zijin: "Miss Ying, what do you think?"

Ying Zijin glanced at it: "Very bad."

Juan's expression froze, half-smiling but not smiling: "So it seems that Miss Ying can draw better paintings?"

The boy who had been following Juan on the other side muttered: "You have to draft a draft even if you are bragging."

Paintings that can be placed in celebrity studios are very precious throughout the Royal Academy of Arts in Ozhou.

At this time, the teacher in charge of the photo gallery suddenly stopped and bowed to a figure in front of him: "Mr. Berg."

From what can be seen on the screen, it is a man in his thirties, wearing pigtails and looking a little nervous.

Qin Lingyu and others on the program team were surprised, but she immediately introduced: "Berg Bryan, the number one person in the oil painting world, is particularly good at Chino Feng's painting style. One of his oil paintings was auctioned a while ago.

$300 million was spent."

[Shit, I remembered, I saw his art exhibition in Ozhou, he is a genius oil painter!]

[Amazing, I heard that even a doctoral student at the Royal Academy of Arts in Ozhou may not be able to meet Berg, but Juan was able to alarm Berg. No wonder he is a dual student.]

Juan was also quite surprised.

Although he had met Berg, it was in a public lecture.

Berg has an eccentric temperament and is difficult to get along with. He is only good friends with the pianist Bart, and he cannot invite anyone else to him.

Masters of this level are indeed quite crazy.

Then Juan saw Berg walking towards the camera.

He was even more surprised. Just as he was about to speak, Berg spoke first: "You give in."

Juan was stunned and pointed at himself: "Me?"

"Yes, yes, hurry up." Berg was so anxious that he stamped his feet and kept urging, "Give me a moment."

He just saw a familiar expression on the computer screen, and he had to see if he had seen it wrong due to his old eyesight, to make sure.

Juan didn't understand, but moved away anyway.

The camera was perfectly aimed, and Berg's face was enlarged, almost touching the screen.

Netizens and students present could see it clearly.

Ying Zijin raised his head.

"Master Ying!" Berg finally saw the girl's appearance clearly now. His eyes lit up and he grabbed the computer. "Master Ying, what a coincidence, I see you again. When will you be free to teach me oil painting?"

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