Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 50: Does the little tree really exist?

"Xiao Shu, why haven't you replied to my message for so long? Are you busy?"

Yan Ziqian took out her cell phone and sent another message, but the avatar on the QQ chat interface remained motionless.

She looked away somewhat dejectedly.

"Xiao Qian, are you chatting with your online lover again?"

The girl at the same table came over with a gossipy look on her face: "Sometimes I really can't understand why you would engage in online romance when you are so good."

"Don't you like the boys who are chasing you in school?"

Yan Ziqian adjusted her glasses and said, "First of all, it's not an online romance. Xiaoshu and I are just good friends."

"Secondly, how can these people in school compare to Xiaoshu?"

"Tsk." The girl pursed her lips. "I don't believe it, Xiaoqian. I've already told you that many people on the Internet are scammers."

"Who doesn't know how to brag? I'm online and I'm saying I'm a princess. What's the harm?"

"Maybe, the person you are chatting with is a super disgusting fat guy!"

"Impossible!" Although she instinctively denied it, Yan Ziqian still showed a hint of uncertainty on her face: "I feel that Xiaoshu didn't lie to me. When he shared his life with me, he was quite real."

"If he made it up, how could he come up with so many details?"

"Who knows?" The girl said in a nonchalant tone, "Anyway, I stick to my opinion. A truly great person won't show off on the Internet all day. According to what you said, he can write novels and draw, and his grades are okay. With your high-intensity chats these days, can he do both?"

"Maybe he is a genius?" Yan Ziqian said stubbornly.

"Hey, there aren't so many geniuses." The girl retorted, "Didn't I teach you how to test him last time? Where is the novel he wrote? Did he send you his drawings?"

"I sent it." Yan Ziqian's tone was a little weak: "But I promised him not to show it to others."

"How's the painting?"

"Great!" Yan Ziqian was excited: "I feel like it's just like what the painter drew! And the person in the painting is also super beautiful. I searched for that star on the Internet for a long time but couldn't find it."

"Tsk." The girl sneered: "So, you are willing to believe that high school students can draw as well as painters?"

"Let me guess. Even if I don't look at the painting, I think the signature on it is not the so-called 'Little Tree', right?"

Yan Ziqian was stunned for a moment, then reopened her phone and scrolled through the chat history.

“No signature—” Her face began to turn pale: “But, there is a little bit below that was not captured. Maybe it was just missed?”

"Stop lying to yourself."

The girl narrowed her eyes, adjusted Yan Ziqian's glasses, and uttered a line: "The scheming frog keeps touching your belly!"

"It's just a picture I found on the Internet."

Yan Ziqian was dejected.

"No, I still need to ask him clearly, maybe it's a misunderstanding."

"Just ask." The girl looked like she was eager to see the world in chaos. "Anyway, I guess the result will be that the other party will block you and run away."

"It would be good to learn a lesson."

She said earnestly: "The problem is not serious now, it is better than being cheated of money and body later."

"I'm not that stupid!" The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and Yan Ziqian stood up in dissatisfaction.

"Where are you going?"

"I've agreed with Zeng Jianeng to visit her studio and come back before class." "You're still not giving up." The girl sighed, "That's good. You can see what real high school students' paintings look like, and then you'll know how outrageous the so-called painting he sent you is."

Yan Ziqian bit her lip and did not refute.

In fact, she had long felt that something was wrong, but all the good qualities shown by "Xiao Shu" hit the mark perfectly in her concept of an imaginary boyfriend, making her want to believe him.

Although there won’t be such a perfect person in the world, right?
When she walked downstairs to the Cultural Building, she met Zeng Jianeng who came down to pick her up.

"There's actually nothing to see in our studio. It's very messy." Zeng Jianeng was always chatty. "But if you want to see handsome men and beautiful women, you can be satisfied."

"Those who learn to paint seem to be very good-looking." Yan Ziqian agreed.

"That's not what I meant." Zeng Jianeng explained: "Don't have any filters for art students. Most of them are the same as ordinary high school students, or even more unkempt. What I mean is that we have handsome men and beautiful women in our studio."

She winked: "But she is a top beauty. As for the handsome guy, you missed it tonight. He asked for leave."

"It's okay." Yan Ziqian said, "But I shouldn't disturb you, right?"

"It's okay to disturb you. Teacher Luo is not here right now. He will probably come over when the work is almost over." Zeng Jianeng said with a smile: "Come with me, let me unveil the mystery of the studio for you!"

Yan Ziqian knew that Zeng Jianeng liked to joke, but she was in a complicated mood and couldn't laugh, so she followed Zeng Jianeng upstairs silently. The door of the studio creaked open and Zeng Jianeng curled his lips:

"One day or another I'm going to tear down this broken door!"

Yan Ziqian didn't pay attention to Zeng Jianeng's words, but looked into the studio.

Zeng Jianeng was not wrong, the studio was indeed a mess, with easels, still lifes, and plasters scattered everywhere, and the floor was covered with pencil shavings and sketch paper. Several art students were huddled together, looking completely unpresentable.

So, Yan Ziqian's attention was unsurprisingly attracted to the only figure that stood out in the studio.

She swore that she had never seen such a beautiful girl before. Even when she secretly went to see Zhong Xilu before, she had not felt such a strong shock.

The other person just sat there quietly, her plain cotton and linen skirt outlining her body lines, her soft black hair sticking to her cheeks, forming an almost glaring contrast with her skin tone.

She is simply a beauty who walked out of a painting.

"what!"

She really came out of a painting! The beauty in front of her corresponded to the painting in her memory and slowly overlapped. Yan Ziqian couldn't help but exclaimed.

Zeng Jianeng smiled narrowly: "Are you surprised? I was also surprised when I first saw Wanwan."

"But your reaction is bigger than mine."

Yan Ziqian was extremely confused and didn't listen to Zeng Jianneng at all.

Why. Why do the characters in Xiaoshu’s painting appear in the school’s painting studio?

Isn’t that a celebrity photo found on the Internet?

Xiaoshu happened to see the picture of this girl on the Internet, and he happened to be able to draw, so he drew it, and he happened to send it to himself who was in the same school as this girl?

Are there such coincidences in the world?
Yan Ziqian couldn't believe it.

She would rather believe in a more likely answer that is closer to the truth -

"Xiao Shu" is also a student of this school!! And he is in this studio!

Yan Ziqian was shocked by her own guess.

She knew this was outrageous, and might even be just her own delusion, but deep down in her heart, the fire of hope that had almost been extinguished suddenly burned again.

The existence of the little tree is not fictional as my best friend affirms. Through the bridge of a painting, he may really exist!
(End of this chapter)