Chapter 250 Nothing Special
The crowd burst into laughter as if they had heard a joke.
"Hahaha! This freak actually said that!"
"Do you think this is a soap opera?"
"Is he an idiot?"
Lionel stepped forward and said to Professor Ross, "Professor, there is plenty of empty space here, you shouldn't..."
Professor Ross raised his hand to interrupt him.
His expression became gloomy.
Luann ignored him completely, greatly damaging his self-esteem.
If he didn't teach them a lesson today, wouldn't he lose face in front of these students?
Professor Ross picked up his phone and made a call.
Soon, a middle-aged man rushed over, sweat beads on his forehead.
He was the manager of this park.
"Professor Ross, you're here."
The middle-aged man smiled at Professor Ross.
Because the school was close to this park, Professor Ross often came here to draw sketches and paint many landscapes.
Since Professor Ross became famous worldwide in the art community, it attracted many tourists to come and admire.
It also caused the ticket prices of this park to skyrocket, earning a lot of money.
Therefore, naturally, they treated Professor Ross with respect.
"I was planning to come here and find inspiration since I had nothing to do in the afternoon.
"Who would've known that I would encounter two disobedient individuals."
Professor Ross's gaze fell on Luann and Myron.
His intentions were obvious.
The middle-aged man immediately understood and took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket, "Send ten security guards over."
Professor Ross smiled satisfactorily.
Luann and Myron stood calmly, not in the least bit panicked.
After about five or six minutes.
Several black cars arrived and parked in an orderly manner.
Three or four dozen security guards got out of the cars one after another, startling the students.
"Our professor is truly something. With just a word, so many people have arrived."
"Of course, if it weren't for our professor, this park would have been ordered to be demolished!"
The security guards quickly approached.
Joel looked proudly at Luann and provocatively said, "Well, it seems like it's time for you to leave the park, right?"
"Yeah, negotiation doesn't seem to work. We need to be tough."
However, as soon as the words were spoken, the security guards started to grab them.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone.
"What's going on?"
"What are they doing?"
"They've got the wrong people! It should be those two!"
Even the middle-aged man looked confused, not knowing what was happening.
His phone rang at that moment.
"Hello?"
"You are fired," the American expert in Chinese to English translation said to the middle-aged man.
"What...what did you say?" the man replied, taken aback.
The expert responded impatiently, "I said, you are fired."
"Why?" the middle-aged man asked incredulously, as if he hadn't done anything wrong.
"You offended the wrong person. Instead of making enemies with someone else, you had to cross paths with the young master of the Curtis family. You really don't value your life," the expert said, before abruptly hanging up the phone.
The middle-aged man turned his head toward Myron, his eyes wide with astonishment.
"Are you...the young master of the Curtis family?" he asked.
His words silenced all the uproar.
the Curtis family's young master?
Myron?
"Oh my god! I knew this woman looked familiar! She's Luann!" someone exclaimed.
"Luann?"
Everyone gasped in disbelief.
Myron raised his hand casually.
"Throw them all out of the park."
The security guards nodded in unison and swiftly escorted the group of people out.
Bang!
They were mercilessly thrown outside the park, looking disheveled.
Professor Ross got up from the ground, his face pale.
"It's over, it was actually Myron?"
"It's said that Myron has a strong sense of revenge, and those who offend him never have a good outcome! We might..."
"Don't worry, we have so many people, he probably won't remember what any of us look like," someone reassured.
But Joel was trembling in fear.
He was the first one to provoke Luann and Myron.
"What are you worried about?" Professor Ross spoke up in a timely manner. "They were just hogging the seats, it has nothing to do with us."
"Forget it, let's end the outing here today. Everyone, disperse."
"Yes..."
Professor Ross returned to the school alone, feeling miserable.
Today, he had embarrassed himself greatly!
He irritably grabbed a stack of works from the side and noticed the one Emma had submitted.
The more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he called over Emma's teacher to inquire.
"Didn't you say that Emma's painting was terrible before? Why did she suddenly improve so much?"
The teacher awkwardly smiled.
"Maybe she suddenly got inspired..."
"Inspired? I think she had someone else paint it!" Professor Ross slammed the painting on the table.
The teacher said, "No way...Emma is very timid, she wouldn't do something like that.
"Besides, even if she cheats her way through this, she can't hide from the graduation exam..."
Professor Ross maintained a stern expression, realizing that the person who helped her paint was likely Luann, whom he encountered today.
After suffering such humiliation from Myron, he couldn't get revenge on him, but he could definitely cause some trouble for Emma, right?
"All right, I see. You can leave now," Professor Ross said.
The teacher sighed in relief. "Okay."
When it got dark, Luann and Myron finally went home.
While they were halfway through their meal, Myron suddenly handed her his phone.
"What's this?"
"That's Professor Ross' information," he replied.
Luann casually took it and glanced at it.
"Nothing special."
There was no outstanding feature.
He graduated from the school and relied on his family's help to make it to the position of professor. Then, by some stroke of luck, he somehow managed to rank fifty on the global art list.
And also dead last.
"Let me show you something interesting." Myron slid his hand on the phone screen, revealing a photo taken inside the school.
Professor Ross' picture was hanging on the school's celebrity board, with a fiery description of the awards he had previously won.
"Ranked on the global art list for four consecutive years."
"For four consecutive years?" Luann frowned slightly. "If I remember correctly, Emma mentioned this Professor Ross to me. Didn't he only make the list once?"
A smug smile crept onto Myron's lips.
"That was their own doing."
"What do you mean?" Luann didn't understand.
"The global art list only records the top fifty rankings. This Ross guy is probably ranked beyond one hundred," Myron explained.
Luann couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. "How can this be considered making the list?"
It was clearly the institution deliberately hyping up Professor Ross' status by including him.
