Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil

FOD Chap 2.8

Chapter 2.8

Du Xu Lang was only a string of data compiled by the Lord God, he wasn’t like himself, an immortal soul, how could he possibly follow him? Smoking was very normal, and their similar bad habits were also very normal.

Zhou Yun Sheng convinced himself like this, but the bitterness in his heart was unspeakable.

But it wasn’t long before he didn’t have the time to be tangled with other things. Fu Xuan called him and repeatedly urged him to quickly hand over his awards ceremony oil painting, his tone carried too much eagerness to completely conceal.

Fu Xuan was considered to be the big shot of the oil painting department; his background was very strong. His father was the president of C Country’s Painting and Calligraphy Association, and his mother was an internationally renowned oil painter, an expert in landscape painting.

Her masterpiece 'Wheat Wave' sold for the sky-high price of 7.5 million in the Jiadeli auction house. From childhood, Fu Xuan inherited his parents’ fine genes, at the age of six, he held his own personal art exhibition, in terms of painting, he was more gifted than anyone else.

But examples of a pitiful Zhong Yong wasn’t uncommon. Unfortunately, Fu Xuan was included among the very typical types. As a result of premature success, he grew conceited.

Coupled with his flock of followers, he gradually lost his ambition. Not only did he not industriously practice his painting skills, he became addicted to eating, drinking and merriment.

Painting skills needed to be polished. After ignoring the brush for long periods, inspiration and skill would dry up along with the passage of time. When Fu Xuan found himself standing in front of a canvas, no longer able to even draw a straight line, he finally panicked.

But his response wasn’t to force himself to pick up the brush, but to hire proxies. Whenever the instructor arranged homework or requested artwork, he would let others do it in his place. The oil painting department didn’t lack for talented but impoverished students.

Fu Xuan would find the most close-lipped students, one paid, one worked hard, convenient for both sides. Unexpectedly, he smoothly drifted along until senior year, and even became one of the best students in the teachers’ eyes.

But this International Oil Painting Awards Ceremony was only held once every five years, it was one of the most important competitions in the art world.

Fu Xuan’s proxies also had access to one entry, they wanted to take this opportunity to become famous in one go, so they naturally rejected him. Fu Xuan had no way out, but after thinking hard, Wei Xi Yan popped into his head.

Wei Xi Yan’s character was withdrawn, actions low-key, and he rarely interacted with his classmates. Fu Xuan naturally didn’t know his family background, merely regarding him as a friendless orphan, so he plagiarized his painting in its entirety.

That painting was the result of Wei Xi Yan venting about his abandonment by the Ning family. He’d poured out all of his unwillingness, pain, longing, and sadness, breaking away from his usual smooth style, perfectly blending the beauty of classicalism and the unrestrained nature of abstraction together. It was very stunning.

With this masterpiece, Wei Xi Yan had the opportunity to become one of the most outstanding oil painters. But unexpectedly, Fu Xuan stole his achievements, and even took him to court for copyright infringement.