The vest of the almighty boss can't hide it

Chapter 59 Nothing but a face
back to school.

Lin Yan slept all afternoon, when the school bell rang, she packed up her schoolbag, and lazily walked out of the classroom with the bag on her shoulders as usual, heading towards the information building.

Meng Lan raised her head and her eyes fell on Lin Yan.

What did she go to the complex for?
There are piano rooms, dance studios and studios.

It wasn't where she went at all.

Lin Yan walked through the corridor to the studio on the fourth floor.

Studios are open to all students, but most of the time is occupied by art students.

Some art students immersed themselves in painting, and some got together to chat.

Lin Yan walked in, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Isn't this the new school belle? Why is she here?"

"Are you here to paint?"

"Are you making an international joke, the new school flower is a recognized vase."

Everyone laughed and laughed, and then immersed themselves in creation, not paying attention to Lin Yan.

It is estimated that the new school beauty is also curious for a while.

What can this vase do?

Art students are somewhat noble.

Lin Yan unfolded the canvas and sat down.

"Yo, she is going to draw the rhythm of Chinese painting." A person looked around.

"You don't care what she does, she is a vase, if she can create a painting, I will write my name upside down."

Hong Meng heard the students' discussion and asked, "Why haven't you started yet?"

"Drawing two years ago, I can't remember clearly."

Lin Yan sighed, this time it is not to create freely, but to imitate the painting two years ago to be exactly the same.

Besides, she was a little rusty.

After recalling for a while, she began to draw.

The people next to her looked at her with a pen and outline, raised their eyelids and glanced at her.

"Did you see clearly?"

"Can't see clearly, but I think it's okay."

"Strange, does the new school belle still have the talent for painting?"

The studio was full of whispers, although the voices were deliberately lowered, but they could still be heard.

Lin Yan frowned, turned to the people who had the most pleasant conversation and said, "Is this the place where you guys chat?"

"Yo," one of them seemed to be provoked, and stood up with a smile, "The new school girl has a temper, which is not as likable as the old school girl."

"Yes," another person echoed, "You said that you have a cold face all day long, like an iceberg."

Lin Yan didn't bother to talk to them, the brush was stained with ink, and he flicked it aside without looking, only to see an extra ink mark on the two people's canvas, which happened to cross the middle of the painting.

"You..." A person jumped, "Do you know how long I have been painting?"

"Yo, my hand slipped." Lin Yan didn't look at him, looked down at the brush in his hand, and sighed regretfully.

"What kind of slippery hand, it's obviously intentional." Another said.

"It's too late to shut up and start again, otherwise..." Lin Yan flexed his wrist, "I don't mind doing some warm-up exercises in the middle."

A few people nearby quickly grabbed the two of them.

"Forget it, it's a vase. Let's be a good man and don't fight with a woman, so don't expose her."

"That's right, it's quite pitiful to have nothing but a face."

Lin Yan turned a deaf ear and wrote while recalling.

After finally finishing the painting, Lin Yan put on the earphones, cocked his feet, and listened to the song with a numb face.

Someone secretly filmed her with a mobile phone.

Mute.

But Lin Yan still felt it, turned his head, stared at the camera, his eyes were deserted.

Like a dagger piercing through the screen, the person taking the sneak shot trembled, slowly put away the phone, and smiled shamelessly at Lin Yan.

hiss……

Everyone in the studio gasped.

Fortunately, there was no fight just now, no matter how it feels like they really fought, these people are not her opponents.

The ink was dry, Lin Yan collected the painting, and threw down a scrap of manuscript.

Leave the studio with the painting.

"Tch, quite proud." An art student pouted casually and walked to her seat just now, and picked up the piece of waste paper from the trash can.

The other boys nodded in agreement.

But seeing the boy's smile froze on his face, an unbelievable expression slowly appeared.

"what happened?"

"Is this drawn by her?"

"That's right, she's the only one taking that seat today."

Everyone gathered around, and then a strange silence spread.

(End of this chapter)