Xueba Queen's vest

Ye Wushuang didn't have much contact with Chu Ci.

But she knew that Chu Ci was not a casual person, on the contrary, he had a sense of distance.

This starts with the chat group in Class [-],

At that time, everyone just came to the University of Finance and Economics, and chatted about the interesting things about the romantic people on campus.

As one of the school drafts, Chu Ci is naturally on everyone's topic.

A boy talked about his encounter with Chuci.

It was said that one day at noon, when he was reciting vocabulary words in the flower bed, a girl from another department and wearing a miniskirt fell down the stairs, and her knees were covered with blood.

Chu Ci passed by without saying a word, and went to the school infirmary with the girl on his back.

What needs to be emphasized is that Chu Ci's hand did not touch the girl's leg, but pressed against it with his wrist.

The boy thought this was quite interesting, and everyone chatted for a while without paying attention, and then brought the topic to another person.

Ye Wushuang, who watched them chatting, understood Chu Ci's character.

At that time, there was no one around, and Chu Ci's actions were not for show, but subconscious behavior.

He respects women very much.

And how can a person who respects women to such a degree impregnate several girls every year and then abandon them?

The answer is obvious: those girls themselves had evil intentions and framed Chu Ci in order to marry Chu Ci and become the wife of a wealthy family.

At this moment, Chu Ci leaned in front of her and deliberately said those harsh and casual words, just to test her.

I wonder if there is anyone in this world who is willing to believe in him.

On the other side, Chu Ci's body froze.

Ye Wushuang's words were like a sniper bullet, precisely breaking through his protective layer.

Yes, he's been living under a mask, always pretending to be the vagabond.

He has a good skin. When he was ten years old, he attended a celebrity banquet, and the banquet maid wanted to moles him. He struggled to break free and told his elders about it.

But the maid countered, saying that he tried to do something to her at a young age, but failed, so she said that she molested him.

The elders of the clan looked embarrassed, and the host of the banquet was furious. He was kicked out of the banquet venue and became notorious.

His explanation was useless.

No reason.

Just because people believe that "dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the sons of mice can make holes", a son of a mistress who has no moral bottom line should do some immoral things!

There were more and more misunderstandings like this, and he didn't bother to explain.

He even started to act as they wished, by presenting himself as flirtatious and casual.

never mind.

He thought it was quite interesting.

Except for occasionally waking up in the middle of the night and asking himself what is the point of such a world, everything is fine.

He once thought that in this life, apart from his younger sister Xie Anran, whom he had known since childhood, there would be no second person willing to believe in him.

Until Ye Wushuang appeared.

He deliberately said ugly words, but Ye Wushuang saw through at a glance... He really likes this feeling of being trusted.

"Thank you, and, sorry." Chu Ci apologized softly.

On the stage.

Xie Anran, Duanmujing and others arrived one after another.

Xie Anran looked for Chu Ci in the audience seats, but saw Chu Ci pouring tea for Ye Wushuang.

On that beautiful and feminine face, there was a smile from the heart.

Xie Anran's pupils shrank.

It only took a few minutes, why did brother Chuci's attitude towards Ye Wushuang change so much?

An unprecedented sense of crisis swept Xie Anran's mind.

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View seats.

Ye Wushuang is admiring the works of past contestants.

Coincidentally, this page is full of works by Xie Anran, with flowers, birds, mountains and forests inside.

Seeing her looking seriously, Chu Ci smiled and asked, "How do you feel about An Ran's traditional Chinese painting?"

Ye Wushuang's red lips parted lightly: "General."

Xie Anran with two ponytails on the stage: "..."

She clenched her fists tightly and squeezed out a word between her teeth: "Ye Wushuang, what do you mean?"

It’s okay to comment on her oil paintings as a layman, and say that her traditional Chinese paintings from elementary school to adulthood are average?

This guy is addicted to being a teacher, right?

"Literally." Ye Wushuang replied lightly.

"You have the ability to compare with me!" Xie Anran blushed with anger.

She can't lose face in front of Chu Ci's brother!

【Ding!Trial mission released. 】

[Trial task (13): Go on stage to participate in the traditional Chinese painting competition and win No.1. 】

"Yes." Ye Wushuang immediately nodded in agreement, got up and went to find Mr. Duanmu.

On the way, she thought, this Xie Anran is quite pleasing, it is rare that one person can extend two missions.

"Wushuang, what's the matter?" Old Man Duanmu asked.

"Grandpa, I want to participate in this traditional Chinese painting competition." Ye Wushuang's black pupils flickered slightly.

This competition is not a formal competition, it is regarded as the Chinese Painting Association's own painting skills exchange meeting, and there are not so strict rules.

She said hello to the old man, and she was able to go on stage.

"Aren't you an oil painter? Why do you suddenly want to participate in this competition? You can also do traditional Chinese painting?" The old man was a little puzzled.

"A little bit." Ye Wushuang said calmly.

As the queen of the killer world, the tasks she receives are all very difficult.

The people to be "handled" are either rich or expensive.

People who are not rich or expensive usually have some elegant preferences, whether they really like it, or to tell the outside world that they are not so vulgar.

Art appreciation is the most common.

Oil painting, Chinese painting, etc., in order to complete the task, she learned all of them.

The old man's eyes widened, and his tone was joyful: "Then you go on stage, I will let others prepare the things you need for painting."

He also thought about letting Ye Wushuang come here to feel the magnificence of Chinese painting, and then fall into the embrace of Chinese painting instead.

Fortunately, she knew how to draw traditional Chinese paintings!

Although he only knows "a little bit", it is very gratifying to him!

"Yeah." Ye Wushuang nodded, and stood next to Xie Anran on the stage.

Xie Anran: "..."

Ye Wushuang really came up to compare with her.

Although this was the result she wanted, did Ye Wushuang react too simply?

But she is not afraid.

She has only studied oil painting for two years, but she has studied Chinese painting for more than ten years, and she will never lose to Ye Wushuang!

Chu Ci in the spectator seats was also a little confused.

The development of the matter was too sudden.

On the stage, the host said: "The theme of this competition is 'Landscape'. All contestants are requested to complete the paintings within the specified time!"

With one order, the game begins.

Ye Wushuang, Duanmujing, Xie Anran and others leaned over to paint.

At the end of the specified time, everyone's paintings were presented to several judges in the judges' seat.

The judges commented on the past one by one, and arrived at Duanmujing's work.

Grandpa Duanmu held Duanmu Jing's work: "Jing'er has improved."

The snowy plums in the mountains she painted have the exquisite style of Xiaojiabiyu.

The grandma next to the judge took Xie Anran's work and sighed: "Anran's artistic conception and fine brushwork are very good."

She painted a valley with a red sun, mountains on both sides, flowing clouds passing by, a round of sunset in the sky, and colorful clouds all over, which is both atmospheric and detailed.

According to previous years, such works are firmly ranked first.

The judges were also full of praise for Xie Anran.

Xie Anran thanked Ye Wushuang while raising his eyebrows.

Ye Wushuang was expressionless.

Finally, it is Ye Wushuang's work.