Chapter 3493: There are no bad students, only bad teachers

Song Song firmly believed in and stepped into the arena.
However, as soon as she entered the backstage report, she ran into the person who she least liked seeing.
Qin Shuhua wore a big red dress similar to her aunt, and stood beside a little princess with pink makeup and jade. The two seem to have a very close relationship, even pulling their hands together.
Song Song looked at the little princess with an "innocent and pure" face, and sneered, thinking that Qi Ruyan's half-year confinement had been completely lifted and he could wander around.
I don't know who came out this time to harm him?
However, as long as Qi Ruyan didn't talk nonsense about her relationship with Gong Qing in public, she would rather turn a blind eye to this little white flower.
She is too lazy to talk to others, but unfortunately, others like to provoke her.
"Yeah, is there no one who majored in Chinese painting? Even this kind of third-rate little painter is here to fill the scene? I really should talk to my aunt when I turn around, let her teach this kind of overweight woman, knowing that I am A few kilos!" Qin Shuhua looked at Song Song with disdain.
Behind him, several contestants who majored in oil painting also vented their nostrils with Qin Shuhua and cast their eyes mockingly.
The other two contestants who majored in Chinese painting didn't feel happy after hearing this.
Yes, there is indeed no one majoring in Chinese painting. The seniors in the second, third, fourth, and fourth year are all old fritters. They don't want to come up and be abused.
Only a few of them were freshmen who had to sign up to fill the scene with the instigation of the teacher.
Song Song was scolded, and they didn't feel well, but they didn't dare to offend oil painting professionals, so they could only swallow their anger.
It is a pity that Song Song is not a person who can swallow his breath.
She raised her eyes lightly, with a calm tone, and said to Qin Calligraphy and Painting: "There are no bad students in this world, only bad teachers. The Chinese painting major is as bad as you said. I'm afraid I have to go back and ask your aunt if his teaching level is too high. It's bad! The more you teach the students, the worse, so even this competition will only allow us freshmen to come. After all, we are still a blank sheet of paper, and we have not been badly taught by her."
"Song, you are mocking my aunt's inability!" Qin Shuhua was angry.
Song Song's face was calm and calm, even with a slight smile: "No, I'm not sarcastic."
After a pause, she smiled: "I'm just stating the facts, just speaking straight."
"Puff--" The professional Chinese painting player behind him couldn't help laughing.
Song Song, you are so straightforward!
Looking at Qin Shuhua's face that was so angry that it turned into a pig's liver-colored face, it was easy to relieve his anger.
After Song Song choked so bluntly, Qin Shu couldn't get through the picture. Just about to have an attack, he heard the sound of a hurried wheel behind him.
"Song Song, I found you, and I can't get through to calling you..." Qin Ye rushed over on the pulley, "accidentally", bumped into Qin calligraphy and painting, "Oh, calligraphy and painting, are you here? Are you professional? Mobilization before the game, why don't you hurry up and toss with us? Hurry up, hurry up..."
Qin Ye coaxed Qin painting and calligraphy away.
Turning his head, looking at Song Song, who was dressed in black clothes, his eyes lit up: "So beautiful!"
Song Song's lips twitched, what's so beautiful about this?
This is the black shirt in the female training uniform that Gong Qing sent her. Because it is made of fine Egyptian cotton, it is particularly comfortable. She removed the military badge and added a belt to turn it into a shirt skirt. , With black trousers underneath, although the whole person looks very low-key, but neat and smart.