Fang Wushen was very angry.
He raised his chin, sword-like eyebrows filled with intense fury.
"Questioning authority doesn’t mean disrespecting teachers and morals."
"I am seriously suspicious of Ma Fuzi now, who, in order to curry favor with some noble families, deliberately praises their works of drawing cats that look like dogs with blind eyes!"
Don’t think he doesn’t know that Ma Fuzi especially favors those wealthy individuals who secretly send money to Master.
Ma Fuzi didn’t expect that usually Fang Wushen seemed so generous and nonchalant.
This time he was so difficult to handle!
The Fang family can’t be offended, and Master still wants to please General Fang, waiting to get Mingyang Academy from his hands!
Ma Fuzi hurriedly made amends: "Second Young Master Fang, it was my oversight just now."
"You’re right, a tiger stepping on clouds is indeed not impossible."
"According to Second Young Master Fang, how about I take down a painting and put yours up instead?"
Fang Wushen snorted coldly: "I don’t care for this useless fame."
"The reason I’m angry about this is because I didn’t help at all, it was always Little Jing sister doing the painting."
"She was so serious, I can’t watch her hard work be destroyed by your flattery."
"Therefore, Ma Fuzi, you should apologize to Little Jing sister!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the room was in an uproar, even Ma Fuzi’s eyes widened.
"This painting, you say Miss Jing painted it?!" Ma Fuzi asked in disbelief.
He turned his head, hurriedly went back to take a closer look at the "Tiger on the Cloud" painting.
The lines were smooth, the majesty of the tiger carried an aura of unsurpassed dignity.
With such good painting skills, how could it be from a three-and-a-half-year-old girl.
Many students in the classroom thought the same.
Someone grumbled unwillingly: "If Second Young Master Fang wants to openly put up the painting, just say it, why lie."
Fang Wushen turned his head, his sharp eyes fixed on the speaker: "Who lied? It was indeed Little Jing sister’s work, I merely added eyes to the tiger."
Almost all eyes gathered on Bai Zhi’er.
The little one had no choice but to stand up, her clear watery eyes frank, voice sweet and soft.
"Yes, it was me who painted it."
"The painting skills were taught by my mother and father."
Though Ma Fuzi still harbored doubts.
But he had been in the academy for almost a year.
He was well aware of Fang Wushen’s painting skills.
He could absolutely not have painted such a vivid tiger.
Could it really... have been painted by this little girl?
What a genius she is!
Ma Fuzi was left with no room to dispute.
He awkwardly nodded: "Oh... the guest’s child, indeed surpassing her teacher."
At this time, a crisp female voice interjected—
"What does being a guest have to do with it? The teacher is biased and should apologize to this little sister as my brother said."
Bai Zhi’er turned around.
Seeing Fang Youzhen, who had just been sleeping blissfully and ignoring the teacher, was unexpectedly awake.
She sat in her seat, arms folded, speaking with a cold gaze.
With his sister’s support, Fang Wushen was even more resolute, pronouncing each word clearly: "Apologize!"
Ma Fuzi bowed to Bai Zhi’er: "I was wrong earlier, I’m truly sorry."
"Miss Jing’s tiger painting skills are extraordinary and could already be presented to the Emperor."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long eyelashes nonchalantly.
Her father had long seen her drawing big cats and kitten meows~