Why The Big Villain Hasn’t Run Away

“Oh, by the way!” Little Twisted Braids seemed to have just remembered something, “I am just focusing on the message that you said you will come but forget to ask you, do you know how to draw? In fact, I only know a little bit and I only draw for a hobby. But our task’s requirements are not high either. We just have to follow the instructions of the senior to paint a large area with a

color, and we don’t need to care about the gradient or the likes.”

Yan Luqing nodded: “I can draw a little.”

She followed behind Little Twisted Braids, and heard her explaining to others that she has brought someone to help them. “This is my classmate, Yan Luqing. She can help us.”

Then she introduced to Yan Luqing: “This is the senior student in charge of this event, Wang Jiu.”

Yan Luqing greeted honestly: “Senior Wang Jiu.”

The senior student looks quite decent, but his glasses are too thick. They even look like…

Yan Luqing was still thinking about it in her heart when another young man suddenly appeared behind him. When he smiled, his tiger tooth appeared. Then he winked his eyes and said: “You are calling him Senior Wang Jiu? Junior Sister, we all call him Senior Wine Bottle. Don’t you see that the glasses are as thick as the bottom of the wine bottle?”

That’s right! It’s the bottom of the wine bottle!

As soon as these words came out, Senior Wine Bottle pretended to be angry and beat the young man. Then he turned to her again, and smiled at her and Little Twisted Braids while saying: “Thank you for coming here on the weekend. You two can go find a glove and put it on, then ask those who are painting if they need some help, and just do as you are told.”

Yan Luqing’s eyes have been observing the person painting next to them.

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Hearing that, Little Twisted Braids was about to agree, but she suddenly asked: “Senior, can I try other things besides helping with the coloring?” Afraid that he would be worried, she added, “I won’t ruin the drawing. If I can’t draw it, I will definitely stop in time.”

The Wine Bottle frowned and wanted to refuse directly, but when he heard the second half of her sentence, she looked at the girl’s bright and beautiful eyes and swallowed it back again.

“That’s fine… you can pick one and try it. Twisted Braids, how about you help your classmates first?”

“Okay!”

Yan Luqing and Little Twisted Braids then went far away, and Senior Wine Bottle went back to the wall he was responsible for.

And then, a very dissatisfied female voice came from the side: “No matter what, it shouldn’t be done like this, right? This girl is not from our club, so how can you be so rest assured? You are really convincing, huh? It’s enough to work overtime at night to draw a little, but what should we do if the drawing is ruined?”

The speaker is one of the candidates for the next president of the art club. Wine Bottle has never put her in his eyes, not only because of the competition between the two, but also because the woman thinks highly of herself and feels that no one can appreciate the things she draws. In fact, it is what makes others couldn’t appreciate it.

As she painted, she was still mocking: “It wouldn’t because he just thinks that ‘vase’ looks good, right?”

“…Do you need to talk so badly? I am just taking a gamble, and the girl also said that if the drawing is not good, she will stop it.” Wine Bottle retorted, “Moreover, we don’t have enough people now. Who is willing to draw here with a flashlight at night anyway? What’s wrong with giving people a chance? I also want to finish work early.”

……

Wall paintings is a work where one needs to share the work and cooperate with each other. The distance of each piece is already designed, and there are also rough drawing samples on the paper.

They were all drawing the first few meters and the middle part. Yan Luqing started from the end and picked the second-to-last drawing.

She is indeed not bragging, nor is this the first time she drew and painted on a wall. The small yard where the Dean and the Dean’s wife live also has a low wall. The four sides add up to tens of meters, and almost all of them were painted by her.