Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 263 Chapter 260 Three: The Blade

On the way back in the car, it was rare that the two of them had their own thoughts, and there was almost no communication along the way.

Wen Jiusi originally wanted to have a good chat with Jiang Chuchu, but as soon as he arrived at the apartment, Wen Jiusi was called away by Xiao Zhao, and he didn't come back until midnight.

The next morning, Wen Jiusi sent Jiang Chuchu to the art museum as usual.

I haven't seen you for a few days, and the art museum has replaced a batch of new monitoring equipment, supervised by a certain Mr. Wen himself, and the security measures have been raised to a higher level.

The manager of the exhibition hall was also replaced by a new person. No one knew what happened to Manager Wang. They only heard that he seemed to have accidentally destroyed a famous painting and resigned. In short, not many people paid attention to it. Director Liu, nothing about him has been reported. It is smoky outside, but the atmosphere in the art gallery is still strong.

"Professor Bai..."

Jiang Chuchu peeked at her while pulling at the corner of her clothes.

Professor Bai looked at her like a stern old mother looking at her disappointing daughter, without saying a word of blame, but Jiang Chuchu's sense of guilt spread like a tide.

"It's the qualifiers in a week."

Jiang Chuchu nodded again and again, "Enen, I know, I will work hard."

Professor Bai said sternly, "When the time comes, you will go to the UK with me. You will be in the same place for the three-day match schedule, and you will have your mobile phone and all electronic devices confiscated. You know all of this."

"Yes."

After confessing for more than ten minutes, Professor Bai waved his hand and signaled her to go back to her seat.

Jiang Chuchu thought of something, and suddenly turned around and asked.

"By the way, Professor Bai, you said earlier that there are only five places in the country to participate..."

Professor Bai nodded, "Yes, the competition system requires people under the age of 30, that is, they want to give young people a chance to make their mark. You were recommended by me, Liu Yan was recommended by my senior brother, and both of them are Central American products. Among the students who are excellent in both studies, the remaining one is an oil painting enthusiast with good talent."

That means there is no Jiang Mingzhu...

But Jiang Mingzhu's unequivocal words didn't seem to be just talking.

Professor Bai usually only gives lectures for half a day. When Professor Bai walks away at noon, most people pack up their drawing boards and leave the art museum one after another. Although they are professor Bai's disciples, they still have their own lives on weekdays. , only Jiang Chuchu and Song Sirong were left in the classroom.

Jiang Chuchu glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost twelve o'clock, she put down her brush, touched Song Sirong's arm, "Let's go, let's have lunch first."

Song Sirong nodded repeatedly.

Song Sirong's family is in the supermarket business, and they are not short of money. They know all the delicacies in Kyoto very well, and Jiang Chuchu quite likes to eat with her.

After a Korean meal, the two of them came back feeling their chubby bellies. Compared to Song Sirong's satisfaction, Jiang Chuchu hated herself for the thousandth time why she couldn't stand the temptation... The dresses were all made, so it won't fit any longer How embarrassing it would be if you didn't wear it.

She slandered inwardly, and suddenly bumped into Song Sirong in front of her.

Song Sirong stopped, staring straight ahead.

"Chuchu... why is your drawing board missing?"

Jiang Chuchu followed her gaze and saw that it was not just a drawing board, but all the oil paints and brushes on her usual seat were gone.

She looked around, only her things were gone.

Song Sirong stomped her feet, "Who, it's so excessive."

"By the way, isn't our entire library newly installed for monitoring? Check it out and you'll find out."

This is a way, Jiang Chuchu nodded, and the two went to the security department, explained the reason, and called up the surveillance video.

After the two left the classroom, a man in full armor bowed his head and walked in, roughly packed up Jiang Chuchu's things and took them away. Following the man's flickering movements, he finally found Jiang Chuchu in a trash can. A lovely easel.

Jiang Chuchu stood in front of the trash can, her eyes slightly lowered, her lips pursed white.

Seeing her standing still, the middle-aged guard thought she disliked the trash can being dirty, and seeing how well-behaved and pitiful she looked in despondency, he hurried over in two or three steps, picked out the easel, wiped it with the sleeve of his clothes, and washed it away. Jiang Chuchu showed a loving smile.

"Little girl, don't be angry. Uncle will help you take it back. Uncle has checked the trash can. It is not dirty. I will wipe it again later. It will be the same as before."

This kind of thing is actually not difficult to understand. I heard that this little girl is the favorite student of Director Bai, and she is often taken special care of by Director Bai. If other people see it, those who have a bad mentality will definitely not understand it. It is inevitable to do some extreme things.

"Actually... Uncle suggests to you, if you don't have any losses... just forget it, you are all classmates, you just look down and see each other."

Before Jiang Chuchu could speak, Song Sirong shook his head like a rattle.

"Why, look at Chu Chu's painting, which was painted with great difficulty. It was only half painted, and it was stained. I have to find out that shameless person."

The middle-aged guard sighed when he saw this, "Okay, since you want to investigate, I'll go back and check the surveillance again, if we can't do it, we'll call the police... Also, after all, it's hard work, and I'm not happy if it's put on anyone."

Jiang Chuchu suddenly raised her head.

"No, please help me carry the easel back, no need to check."

She was willing to back down for this small act of kindness.

This is the time when the middle-aged guards are on duty. If this happens, he probably won't be able to please him. Besides... the man didn't show his face from the beginning to the end, and he was wearing very loose clothes to hide his figure. I'm afraid it's useless to check.

The middle-aged guard was taken aback for a moment, then a simple and honest smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, okay, uncle will move it back for you and wipe it clean."

Jiang Chuchu replied in a low nasal voice.

"kindness."

This seems to have been resolved.

In the studio, Song Sirong sat on the table shaking his legs.

"Chuchu, I said you are too talkative, why don't you let that guard check it out?"

Jiang Chuchu set up the easel, with a normal look on her brows.

"Why, do you think I'm the kind of person who cares about every detail? Why can't I get a white lotus from the Virgin Mary?"

"All right, all right, you can be any flower you want."

She has experienced many more extreme things than this, which is not even a drizzle.

While drinking Song Sirong and talking, Jiang Chuchu wanted to tear off the dirty drawing paper on the top, and naturally dropped her hand under the drawing board and turned it up——

"what!"

Following Song Sirong's panic-stricken screams, Jiang Chuchu felt a sharp pain in her hand.

She lowered her head, and a long blade was glued to the bottom of the drawing board. With Jiang Chuchu's flipping, it made a fierce, long, and deep stroke on her hand——

Jiang Chuchu didn't cry out for pain, she just looked at her bleeding hand indifferently.

...now it's interesting.

(End of this chapter)