Chapter 655: 553 Another critical hit! Backing up the kids [1 more update]

Berg was so devoted to art that, when he went on a frenzy, he would often lock himself in his studio for a month, completely isolated from the outside world.

ISC had nothing to do with art; he didn’t even know about it, let alone pay attention to it.

But ever since he left Shanghai City last time, he would remember to send Ying Zijin a few messages while painting.

In the past year or so, Berg truly hadn’t seen anyone else’s painting that resembled Qinuo Feng’s as much as Ying Zijin’s did.

It was just unfortunate that Ying Zijin had always been busy, and they had not met again.

This time, however, was a coincidence.

Luckily, he had good eyesight.

“…”

Watching Berg’s magnified face, the livestream room and the conference hall instantly fell silent.

Who was Berg Blaine?

Even if someone didn’t know, after listening to Qin Lingyu’s introduction, it was clear.

And now he had personally said he wanted to take Ying Zijin as his master.

The impact was too great; it shocked people to the point they couldn’t recover.

Li Han turned his head, looking as if he had been struck by lightning, “Ying, Junior Ying?”

Their beloved junior at Imperial Capital University, how did she suddenly become proficient in oil painting as well?

This TM, where should the arts department’s seniors and juniors put their faces?!

Even Wen Tinglan took a moment to remember last year’s art festival at Verdant.

His sister had swept through the entire high school competition and won over a dozen first places.

There were too many things his sister was good at; he couldn’t remember them all.

Nevertheless, it didn’t affect anything.

Huan’s expression shattered, almost in disbelief.

Ying Zijin pressed her forehead, politely responding, “I might have some free time after graduating from college.”

For her, it really wasn’t a good timing.

Berg’s artistic achievements were not low; he wasn’t even forty yet and had already explored his own unique style.

If she were to teach him, it might actually do him harm.

“Ah, but that’s still three years away,” Berg reluctantly said, “How about you paint me another painting?”

Ying Zijin thought briefly, “That can be arranged, free of charge for you.”

The back-and-forth conversation between the two finally allowed the netizens to start coming to terms with the situation.

[Holy shit, holy shit! I’m dumbstruck.]

[While others have dual enrollment, God Ying has already been a teacher of teachers.]

[I’m sorry, although the saying ‘there’s always someone better’ is indeed a golden rule, it obviously doesn’t apply to God Ying.]

“Master Ying, wait a moment,” Berg suddenly remembered his good buddy, “I’ll go call Bart over, Bart hasn’t seen you for a long time either.”

Before Ying Zijin could say anything, Berg had already hurried off.

The teachers at the Royal Academy of Arts in O continent were also puzzled.

A few minutes later, two people returned.

Bart looked more serious than Berg, but upon seeing the girl, he too excitedly clutched the computer, “Master Ying, when will you come to teach me piano?”

Everyone: “…”

Qin Lingyu took a deep breath, feeling somewhat numb, “Bart Heber, a famous pianist from O continent, is also an honorary lecturer at the Royal Academy of Arts.”

Huan couldn’t even catch his breath, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him.

One Berg wasn’t enough; there was also Bart?

What kind of magical world was this?

Adele clapped her hands, her eyes shining bright, “Sister is so amazing.”

She was amazing, so she and Ying Zijin were one family.

Yes, that was the logic.

Huan was thoroughly struck down, regretting why he let the show connect to the Royal Academy of Arts in O continent.

Not only did he fail to show off, but he was also suppressed even more.

“It’s almost time for lunch again,” said Qin Lingyu after the campus tour was over, “Today the production crew won’t provide lunch, nor will they give out cash; everybody needs to earn their own money.”

“How much money you earn, that’s how much you can spend on your lunch.”

Even those who followed the academic categories were getting tired.

Earning money could also show the ability to be independent and self-reliant.

Huan frowned, “Why is there such a demand?”

What kind of lousy show was this.

The group headed towards the West Street Snack Area, with Huan wearing a dark face the whole way.

“Stalls are prepared for everyone,” Qin Lingyu said leisurely, “Everyone can start any time, the staff cannot help.”

“Huan, what can we use to earn money?” a male student from the Astrology System asked quietly, “We haven’t brought anything.”

“Who says we didn’t bring anything?” Huan pulled out a deck of Tarot Cards, “Fortune-telling for money.”

The male student quickly set up a sign.

It read, “Tarot Card Readings, eight hundred a session.”

Meanwhile, in group two, Wen Tinglan and Li Han saw Ying Zijin pulling out a stack of signed photos from her backpack.