After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

Nanhuang looked at Ye Xinyao with a calm smile and said, "Classmate Ye Xinyao, you know, what is fake cannot be true, and what is true cannot be false."

"The real strength I can show is my evidence."

"Do you want to compete live?" Ye Xinyao curled her lips, "That's right, I also have this intention."

She was so comfortable, and she always felt that Ye Xinyao had set a trap for her to jump out of.

Ye Xinyao continued: "Many painters don't like their skills to be watched by others, and I happen to be one of them. I specially set up two isolation booths for us to paint quietly. How about it?"

Ye Xinyao smiled softly and said: "The questions will be given on the spot and the assessment will be done on the spot. There will be no fake ones."

It turns out that the two separated compartments are the isolation painting booths set up by Ye Xinyao.

What is her plan?

Nanhuang said: "Okay, I accept your arrangement."

With that said, Ye Xinyao pulled away the black cloth in the compartment and showed it to everyone: "There are two compartments with all the tools needed for oil painting. Everyone has confirmed."

Indeed, they look like two identical compartments.

Ye Xinyao casually pointed at a boy in the audience: "You come up with the questions."

The boy pointed at himself: "Me?"

"Yes, it's you."

The boy hesitated and said: "Then... this sudden topic... I also... how about, since this season is autumn, how about making a painting with the theme of autumn?"

Many students on the side also said: "Okay."

"Okay. It suits the occasion."

Another girl on the side said: "If not, just love, love in autumn."

Other students also nodded. "Okay, autumn and love are good."

Nanhuang looked around. If Ye Xinyao could even control such questions, she would have to bribe too many people. There is nothing wrong with asking questions on the spot.

So what are her plans?

Ye Xinyao said respectfully: "Sister, please do it."

Nanhuang followed Ye Xinyao's guidance and arrived at his cubicle.

The black curtain was closed, and Nanhuang didn't notice any interference from electronic devices. She checked the ink, and there was no problem.

Just as she was about to draw with a pen, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her palm.

She immediately withdrew her hand, squatted down and took a look, and saw a silver needle stuck between the brushes.

Nanhuang's face turned dark immediately.

She tried the grip on her right hand, only to feel that her right hand was gradually becoming paralyzed.

The anesthetic was actually a needle stained with anesthetic.

If his right hand is paralyzed, he cannot draw. No matter whether you have the strength of Qinghuang or not, you can't make Qinghuang works.

Nanhuang looked in the direction of Ye Xinyao.

This is probably her plan.

…

Time passed by, and two men, Rong Wuye and Yang Bo, strolled over. He didn't see Nanhuang at a glance, but he recognized the little girl Cen Si who often appeared next to Nanhuang.

So he asked: "Classmate, where is classmate Ye Nanhuang?"

Cen Si had watched the three-school competition live and immediately recognized Rong Wuye, a rich man. After opening her mouth in surprise for a while, she pointed to a cubicle and said, "Senior sister is painting in there."

"Is she painting?" Rong Wuye looked in the direction of the cubicle, "Is she sitting on the bench or the sofa?"

Cen Si was stunned, what kind of bench or sofa? "It seems... there is a round, hard bench."

As soon as Cen Si finished speaking, Rong Wuye's pressure dropped again and again.

His baby is still not feeling well, especially there.

Actually sitting on a hard bench?

She shouldn't have been let out.

Cen Si shivered under the low pressure. Did she say something wrong? Why does it feel so terrible now?

…

Three hours passed.

If it doesn't take long, you won't be able to make a large and beautiful oil painting. However, the oil painting master is enough to show his strength in this short period of time.

Ye Xinyao came out with the painting, her face was bright, the ink of the painting in her hand was not dry, it was obviously a new one.

She put her painting on an easel outside.

Students from the Academy of Fine Arts came to appreciate it.

"The artistic conception and brushwork of this painting are truly perfect."

"Yes, this painting technique is the same as the one that classmate Ye Xinyao showed in the three-school competition."

"Did classmate Ye Xinyao not cheat?"

"Yes, it's the same. Classmate Ye Xinyao didn't cheat?"

"Why hasn't classmate Ye Nanhuang come out yet?"

"Did something unexpected happen to classmate Ye Nanhuang?"

"No. Could it be that in the three-school competition, student Ye Xinyao didn't cheat, and the one who cheated was really student Ye Nanhuang?"

"What is evidence? Works are evidence!"

Ye Xinyao's smile gradually widened.

Ye Nanhuang, Ye Nanhuang. Just as you stepped on me then, I will step on you today!

Does it feel good to be accused of cheating? Does it feel good to fall from the clouds into dust? !

Ye Xinyao walked to Nanhuang's cubicle and said, "Sister, the time has come. It's time for you to hand over the painting."

With that said, he opened her partition.

Behind the curtain, Nan Huang was sitting leisurely on a high round stool with a paintbrush in his mouth and a scraper in his left hand, with one leg slightly bent and the other flat.

The small face turned to Ye Xinyao, and the cleanliness and concentration of her face obsessed with painting had not faded.

For a moment, even Ye Xinyao was stunned.

More people on the field were stunned for a moment when they saw Nanhuang like this.

So beautiful, so pure.

Rong Wuye was also shocked by Nanhuang at this time. He immediately looked around and darkened his face unhappily.

How could his treasure be shown to so many people?

Only then did Nanhuang realize that the time was up. She took out the paintbrush from her mouth with her left hand holding the scraper, with some ink color still remaining on her face.

She put the brush scraper aside and walked out with the painting in her left hand.

Ye Xinyao looked at her in shock.

She actually finished the painting?

No, we can’t let her paint well!

Thinking of this, Ye Xinyao stretched out her foot to trip Nanhuang.

Rong Wuye's eyes were very sharp. The moment he saw Ye Xinyao's little movement, his dark eyes filled with an aura of terror.

"Fifth Master." Yang Bo said.

Rong Wuye calmed down his breath.

Nanhuang seemed to have eyes under her feet. She raised her feet, raised them high, and then stepped down hard——

Ye Xinyao was so painful that she almost shed tears.

"you!"

Nanhuang glanced at her. "You still won't give way?"

Ye Xinyao reluctantly gave way.

Nanhuang walked out of the cubicle and displayed her work on the easel. She stood next to her work and looked at everyone with a smile on her face.

"This is my work. The time is short and the painting is very simple." Nanhuang said with a smile, "It's called "Love"."

Rong Wuye looked at Nanhuang's painting. The man's face was dull for a moment, and then he smiled slightly.

I saw her painting split into two halves.

It's half daytime, a twenty-two-year-old girl in a white shirt and black jeans, standing on the edge of the cliff, stretching out her hand.

The other half was at night, in a thin top, casual pants, in a hot spring villa, under the maple tree, and a thirteen-year-old boy stretched out his hand to her.

The background was swapped, day and night swapped.

Separated by time and space, the two handed each other their futures.

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Author's note: Please explain, the background of this painting has been changed. It was supposed to be a 13-year-old boy on the cliff and a 22-year-old girl in the hot spring villa. Then Nanhuang deliberately performed multiple artistic changes and deliberately changed the background. This is another painting that only Rong Wuye and Nanhuang can understand.