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

"So romantic." A girl screamed.

"Oh my God, this color combination, this style of painting, and this painting technique. It's incredible!"

"It's Qinghuang's brushwork. It's indeed Qinghuang's brushwork. There's nothing wrong with it!"

"Yes, this stroke by stroke is indeed Qinghuang's technique."

"Ye Nanhuang, it's really Qinghuang! Oh my God!"

"The living Master Qinghuang is really a student in our school!! This is like a dream!"

Yang Bo looked at the calm-looking Rong Wuye and said, "Fifth Master?"

A smile slowly appeared on Rong Wuye's face. "My treasure will really surprise me."

Yang Bo looked at the man, who waved his hand. "I'm going to have a cigarette."

Love at first sight, hand over the future.

Rong Wuye was smoking a cigarette, his eyes were deep and bright.

Nanhuang stood on the stage and looked at Ye Xinyao, and Ye Xinyao also looked at Nanhuang.

Ye Xinyao never thought that Nanhuang could draw not only with his right hand, but also with his left hand.

Nanhuang glanced at Ye Xinyao's painting, but was also confused for a moment.

There is nothing wrong with it being a newly made painting. But the painting style and brushstrokes are still Tan Zhe's.

How did Tan Zhe help her cheat again?

Could it really be painted by Ye Xinyao herself?

Nanhuang looked at the scroll again and was surprised when he saw the end of the scroll.

"Ye Xinyao." Nanhuang stood up and said, "I knew you were brave, but I didn't expect you to be so brave."

"Sister, what did you say?" Ye Xinyao said, "Even if your painting is really good, my painting here is not much different. Moreover, if something unexpected happens while painting, no one can blame it, right?"

Nanhuang smiled and said: "Whether I am Qinghuang or not, some masters can tell. But whether this painting was painted by you, all the students present can tell now."

Ye Xinyao was a little nervous. Did Ye Nanhuang discover something?

"Don't make unreal remarks. The theme of this painting was decided on the spot by the students. Like you, I painted alone in the cubicle at the back! Of course I painted this painting alone!"

"Really?" Nanhuang looked her up and down. Very clean, not a trace of ink on it.

Nanhuang strode towards her cubicle and opened the curtain.

I saw that there were indeed traces of paintbrush and ink inside the curtain. It doesn't look fake either.

Ye Xinyao relaxed a little nervously and said, "Ye Nanhuang, what else do you have to say? This painting is of course my work alone!"

Even if her plan to trip up Ye Nanhuang failed. Her plan to clear her name must succeed!

Nanhuang looked at the piece of black cloth inside the compartment and frowned slightly.

She strode in, and Ye Xinyao suddenly became nervous. "Don't go in! Ye Nanhuang!!!"

Before she could stop her, Nanhuang pulled the thick black curtain inside and pulled hard——

The field was suddenly quiet.

Behind Ye Xinyao's cubicle, there was actually a narrow cubicle. Because the cubicle is too narrow, the black partition can easily lead to visual deception. As a result, no one realizes that there is a complete studio cubicle hidden behind Ye Xinyao's cubicle.

Inside the cubicle, Tan Zhe was seen sitting there dejectedly. The beard that hadn't been shaved for many days had grown randomly, and his eyes no longer had the sparkle they once had.

Next to him was a set of painting supplies, and he was still staring at his easel in a daze.

Cen Si looked at the man on the stage and was stunned for a moment. "Big brother?"

Tan Zhe turned his head and saw Nanhuang blankly. Could it be that Ye Xinyao, who was in a panic, saw so many people in the audience, and also saw Cen Si.

For a moment, he quickly turned his head back, not wanting others to see him like this.

Nanhuang saw the grief and sadness of the man in the compartment, and she pulled back the curtain to cover the man.

"Ye! Nan! Huang!" Ye Xinyao gritted her teeth.

Her plan to clear herself, her perfect plan! ! !

Destroyed, all destroyed! ! ! ! !

"Why is there a cubicle behind classmate Ye Xinyao's cubicle?"

"Why is there a man? He seems to be painting?"

"Yeah, what's going on?"

Cen Si looked at the painting that originally belonged to Ye Xinyao. At the bottom of the painting, she saw a tiny "TZ, XX, month, day, XX year."

TZ? Tan Zhe?

That big brother is the painter Tan Zhe?

Ye Xinyao's eyes were red. Ruined, everything was ruined.

Nanhuang looked at Ye Xinyao and said, "Why do you do this?"

"Why?!" Ye Xinyao, who could no longer contain herself and knew that everything about herself would be exposed, shouted.

Nanhuang said sternly: "Why do you force a good man to be like this?"

Ye Xinyao felt her head buzzing.

She thought Nanhuang would accuse her of cheating. She thought Nanhuang would accuse her of putting a silver needle in her brush.

Everything she thought seemed to be nothing in Nanhuang's eyes.

What she cares about is Tan Zhe behind?

Tan Zhe who helped her cheat? ? ?

Who is he? Who is he? ! !

The last string in Ye Xinyao's mind was about to break.

What else does she have, what else does she have?

Don’t love her mother, a migrant worker father?

Penniless, reputation in tatters!

Even Ye Nanhuang, whom she had always regarded as her enemy, didn't take her seriously at all!

Who did it? Who caused all this? ! !

"Ye Nanhuang!!!" Ye Xinyao's eyes were blood red, "You deserve to die, I want you to die!!!"

Ye Xinyao pulled out the utility knife from the side and stabbed Nanhuang!

"Ah!!!!" The students in the audience screamed in surprise as they had never seen such a thing before.

After finishing his cigarette, Mr. Rong Wu’s face changed drastically as he came over. He took out the gun in his hand and raised it——

However, at this moment, Nan Huang made a slight stroke with his left hand in the air, making a perfect and smooth arc, turning his feet and his whole body. With four ounces of force, Ye Xinyao was knocked to the ground.

"Fuck, that's cool." Someone in the audience exclaimed.

Ye Xinyao fell to the ground, and the utility knife in her hand cut her face.

Feeling traces of blood flowing from her face, she looked at the utility knife and hurriedly touched her face with her hands.

Suddenly he screamed. "ah!!!!"

The face is gone! ! The appearance is broken! ! ! !

She has nothing left, and now she even loses her face! ! ! ! ! !

Nanhuang looked at the panicked woman lying on the ground below and said with regret, "You had countless chances to find your way back. But you chose to give up."

"You coerced Tan Zhe into assassinating me, Ye Nanhuang, in full view of everyone."

"Ye Xinyao. This is a crime."

The disfigured Ye Xinyao realized what had happened.

She turned around in panic, threw away the utility knife, and knelt down to beg her.

"Ye Nanhuang, sister, sister!! I don't want to go to jail, I can't go to jail!!! I am Ye Xinyao, and my surname is Ye like you."

"Go and beg Dad. Dad will feel sorry for me and won't let me go to jail."

"Sister, don't let me go to jail, please, please!"