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Sun Yilin was filled with reluctance and unwillingness, but facing reality, he had to admit defeat.

He realized that Leng Yichen was exactly the extremely talented person that his teacher had mentioned, and this was an advantage that he could never match.

Sun Yilin looked at Leng Yichen and said, "You are really outstanding. We can communicate more in the future." However, Leng Yichen did not respond to his words. He silently took down the painting, turned around and prepared to leave.

Sun Yilin's eyes widened upon seeing this, and he hurriedly grabbed Leng Yichen who was about to leave, and shouted angrily: "I'm just a better painter, why do you look down on me like this? I will definitely surpass you in the future!" Wen Ya hurried forward and tried to separate the two.

Leng Yichen took the opportunity to break free from his restraints and ran out quickly.

"Teacher, I just wanted to say hello to him and hope we can have more exchanges in the future, but why is he so arrogant and rude?" Sun Yilin was indignant that the teacher was protecting Leng Yichen.

"Now you understand." Wen Ya looked at him and said slowly, "It doesn't feel good to be ignored, right?"

"That's how you treated your classmates before. They felt the same way as you do now. You were proud and complacent because you were good at painting, and you didn't bother to talk to them or care about them. You were still being righteous." Wen Ya said with a hint of blame in her tone.

"Yi Chen is different from you. He ignores you because he can't sense that you are talking to him. It's not intentional. To put it simply, he is sick. He is immersed in his own world and has almost no perception of the outside world. All he sees are paintings." Wen Ya continued to explain.

"It's not that he ignores you, he ignores me too." Wen Ya emphasized this point.

After hearing these words, Sun Yilin slowly raised his head and glanced at the students around him.

He saw all kinds of emotions in their eyes: some students showed fear, some showed admiration, but most showed dislike, but none of them liked it.

Sun Yilin took a deep breath, then slowly stood up and walked towards his classmates.

He bent down and sincerely apologized to them: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't look down on you just because I draw better than you. You can always come to me if you need any help in the future."

At this time, a round figure came from a distance. It was Liu Dapang, the famous little fat boy in the class.

He walked slowly to Sun Yilin's side, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Hey, don't mind it! Those who are capable will be a little arrogant, it's human nature."

"But, you just said that I can come to you for help if I need anything, and I was so happy to hear that. In fact, I really want to ask you something. You look so cool all day long, how do you do that?" After saying that, Fatty Liu touched his round head happily.

When Sun Yilin heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he replied unhappily: "Get lost!"

When Fatty Liu heard this, his eyes widened immediately. He pretended to be aggrieved, covered his chest and said, "Oh, Yilin, how could you do this to me? You just said that I could ask you for help if I needed it. It's just the beginning and you rejected me directly. It really hurts my heart!"

Sun Yilin looked at his funny look, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Alright, alright, Fatty Liu, stop pretending to be pitiful. If you suddenly stop laughing one day, then there will be a real problem."

"You should keep that silly smile of yours. Even though it looks a little silly, at least it can make everyone happy."

After hearing this, Fatty Liu stopped pretending to be sad and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. He laughed happily, "Hehe, Yilin still understands me. But then again, how do you keep that cool look? Teach me!"

"Just try not to laugh." Sun Yilin said as he looked at Leng Yichen outside the door.

"Teacher Wen, will he come here to paint with us in the future?" Sun Yilin asked seriously. He already regarded Leng Yichen as his opponent, an opponent he wanted to surpass.

Wen Ya shook her head. "He already has a teacher. He won't come here to study every day like you do. But you may have a chance to see him in the future."

"Okay, everyone, pack up your things, wash your hands, and get ready to go home." Wen Ya looked at them gently and said, "Hand in your paintings, and the teacher will give you comments tomorrow."

"Okay, teacher." The child wrote his name on the drawing paper and handed it to the podium.

Wen Ya asked the substitute teacher to help put the painting in her office and walked in front of Leng Jia.

"Mr. Leng, Mrs. Leng, your son has found the teacher he wants to study with. I will take you to visit your third brother." Wen Ya hadn't seen her third brother for a long time, so it was a good opportunity to go over and meet him.

"Mr. Wen, what do you mean? Yichen has found a teacher? Is it you?" Leng Zijun was a little confused.

Wen Ya shook her head. "It's not me, it's my junior sister, Miaomiao. Miaomiao's paintings can attract him."

"The painting he copied on the screen was Miaomiao's. There was one painting among more than a hundred paintings, and the others were mine, but Yichen chose Miaomiao's painting." Wen Ya looked at them and said.

They came to Mu Shen's studio. Unfortunately, Mu Shen was in a bad mood today and didn't see anyone. Outside the office, there was a sign saying "He was in a bad mood and didn't see anyone."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, our Mu Shen has been in a bad mood these days. Do you want to go back first?" Mu Shen's agent looked at him apologetically.

"Didn't he have his cell phone with him?" The teacher should have told the senior in advance.

The agent looked at him awkwardly and said, "He broke his phone yesterday and hasn't bought a new one yet. You know, he only accepts things he buys himself."

"It's okay, I have a way." Wen Ya waved her hand.

"Yichen, can you give me a copy of your painting first?" Wen Ya squatted down and looked at Leng Yichen gently and asked.

When Leng Yichen heard the response to the painting, he held the painting reluctantly, obviously not wanting to give it away.

"I'm just borrowing it for a while. I'll return it to you later." Wenrou saw the fluctuation in his eyes and knew that he understood what she said.

Leng Yichen finally gave him a painting, but it was a copy of Mr. Qi's.

Wen Ya shook her head and smiled, "This one won't work. It needs to be drawn by your sister Miaomiao."

Leng Yichen was reluctant to hear this, but he still gave it one and said, "Return it."

"You mean you want me to return your painting, right?" Wen Ya was surprised when she heard his voice. Not to mention that this baby voice sounded quite nice, it would be great if they could communicate like a normal person.