Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 81 As long as you want, you can
Misha looked at him in surprise.

"If it's possible...but isn't the time for registration already passed?"

Bo Xinglan looked at her deeply.

"As long as you want, you can."

Mi Xia was stunned, and Bo Xinglan's eyes were too deep, making her believe every word he said.

Besides, with Bo Xinglan's identity, letting her participate in the competition is only a matter of one sentence

But now there are only ten days left before the final deadline. If she really wants to participate, she has to draw a satisfactory painting within ten days.

"Only ten days, can I paint well?"

"can."

Bo Xinglan said firmly, with no expression on his face, he turned and walked away.

"I'll let them add your name to it."

Misha thought about it excitedly, time is running out, if you don't hurry up, it may be too late.

She turned anxiously to go to the studio, but Bo Xinglan suddenly grabbed her.

"eat first."

Misha's eyes were shining, and his face was full of excitement with a smile.

Bo Xinglan looked down at her slightly flushed cheeks with deep eyes.

"Dinner." He repeated.

"it is good."

Misha excitedly pulled him forward.

"We're going to eat now, and then I start painting, it's getting late, I have to hurry up."

She walked forward anxiously, completely oblivious to the fact that she was holding Bao Xinglan's hand at this time.

Bo Xinglan's gaze lowered slightly and landed on the hands they held tightly, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a small arc.

The next day, Misha went back to school.

After Shasha knew about this, she stopped the paintbrush in her hand and looked back at her.

"Professor Yuan really said that? Why did he do that?"

Mi Xia smiled bitterly, and continued with the oil painting in his hand.

"Because he's a professor."

"So what?"

Sasha frowned dissatisfied. "It's been half a year. When have you ever seen him move a paintbrush? He just comes here every day and scolds everything. Why does he say you?"

"Maybe he doesn't like it?"

"No, Misha, don't you think it's weird? Teachers in other classes often draw with students, but Professor Yuan never..."

Shasha leaned over with a gossipy face.

Mi Xia thought about it, and after half a year of enrollment, Professor Yuan had never painted in front of them.

At this time, the students who were drawing on the other side came over.

"Did you know? Professor Yuan will also participate in this national art competition."

"He also participated? But didn't he agree to be Misha's instructor before?"

Several people looked at Misha suspiciously.

Misha shook her head incomprehensibly.

"I do not know either."

Can participating players also become mentors for others?

No matter how it sounds, it doesn't feel right.

Shasha patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, this is a good time to see what Professor Yuan's paintings look like. Mi Xia, you can compare with him."

Misha couldn't help laughing.

"Shasha, he is a professor, but if he also participates, this competition will be even more difficult."

Originally, Mi Xia felt that he still had a chance to win, but if even Professor Yuan participated, this competition would be even more difficult.

Sasha didn't care.

"Don't worry, Misha, I believe in you, you will win the prize!"

"It's good to be able to participate."

Misha smiled lightly.

She has completely figured it out now, this competition is just the beginning, not the end, and there are still many opportunities in the future.

Not to say that because of this failure, she will never have the opportunity to paint oil paintings in the future.

In the future, she will definitely present an exhibition of her own paintings in the largest gallery in the country to fulfill her and her mother's wish.

Moreover, this was an opportunity that Bo Xinglan had fought for her with great difficulty.

(End of this chapter)