"Hello." Chen Nianzhi opened his mouth and swallowed the words to his mouth. However, his heart was still uneasy and absent-minded. Fortunately, everyone else was concerned about Yao Jiamu's injuries, and no one paid attention to her loss of composure.

"Wenlang, where did you get the medicine? It's so effective. I don't feel that it hurts anymore. I don't have to go to the hospital. It's going to be cured tomorrow." Yao Jiamu's injury cut a big hole on his back, and half of his body was stained with blood. Luo Wenlang changed his clothes for him.

Luo Wenlang looked at him but didn't say anything. Yao Jiamu knew that he was wrong, so he touched his nose and lowered his head to admit his mistake.

Gu Xiqiao took advantage of the gap to draw a small thing for Luo Wenlang. She stood at the desk, holding a pen with her slender fingers, her eyebrows and eyes drooping, her eyes flowing, and her fingers were as white as snow, which was incompatible with this narrow and dilapidated room.

This was the first time Gu Xiqiao was painting in front of Luo Wenlin. He looked at it very seriously and his little face was full of surprise. He had seen Chen Nianzhi's paintings before, but at that time he only thought it was beautiful and magical. Today, when Gu Xiqiao saw Gu Xiqiao outlined himself and Luo Wenlang in just ten minutes, lifelike.

He finally believed Luo Wenlang's words now, "Sister Gu, you are so awesome!"

"What do children know at home?" Gu Xiqiao smiled, then changed his pen and left a poem in the blank space-

Don’t think about your old friends and country, and try new tea with new fire.

His handwriting is elegant and agile, as if he is astonished as a dragon, and he is as handsome as a great man.

"Sister Gu, I'm not a child." Luo Wenlin curled her lips. What she said was a fool.

Seeing that she had finished painting, he happily took the painting to Luo Wenlang to show it.

"You painted it really well," Yao Jiamu squeezed over, marveling. Even outsiders like him could tell that she was very good at painting, "very amazing."

Gu Xiqiao glanced at him and thought for a moment, "Do you want to learn to fight?"

The system in the void suddenly looked up,

"No." Gu Xiqiao did not explain.

"I still need to learn about fighting?" Yao Jia raised his wooden eyebrows and looked particularly proud. "I tell you that since I was a child, I have never lost in a fight!"

Gu Xiqiao glanced at the knife wound on his back, "I saw it."

Yao Jiamu: "...This is a real surprise."

This matter did not continue, but Gu Xiqiao had already made plans in his mind.

Chen Nianzhi then found the opportunity to talk to Gu Xiqiao. She looked at Gu Xiqiao, her voice trembling with excitement, but she lowered her voice when she was concerned about the occasion, "Ms. Gu, your painting has been entered into the National Art Exhibition. Mr. Sima wants to contact you through the dean, and intends to accept you to his disciple!"

Everyone in the art world knows Sima Jun, who is well-deservedly the number one in the art world. His apprentice Mu Yunfan is an internationally famous oil painting genius, and it is hard to find a thousand gold for a painting.

Mu Yunfan has won countless awards internationally, and has been inferior to the international stage since he was ten years old. Now he has left the older generation behind and has been named a myth by a group of men and women in the circle. He has a strange temper and is rude to others. He doesn't listen to anyone except Sima Jun and is moody.

Even so, it will not affect his position in the hearts of everyone.

He was the first Chinese to conquer overseas artists with his own paintings. Because of this, he became so famous in China.

People like Chen Nianzhi Academy only have a look up to people like Sima Jun and Mu Yunfan. If you want to see them, you need to work hard for ten years to have the opportunity to stand on the same platform with them. Ten years later, who knows what height Mu Yunfan has reached?

Therefore, receiving a call from Sima Jun caused a stir in the Academy of Fine Arts. People in the Academy of Fine Arts have always looked down on them, and they admire Mu Yunfan, so many people learn oil painting. However, because of this call, these people's enthusiasm for the Chinese painting school has increased unprecedentedly.

After saying this, Chen Nianzhi looked at Gu Xiqiao, looking forward to her excited look.

However, Gu Xiqiao was not excited at all. She was just stunned for a moment, and then began to echo Sima Jun. Speaking of Sima Jun, she was also an acquaintance in her previous life, and nothing else. Sima Jun in her previous life was Gu Xijin's teacher.

When she thought of Gu Xiqiao, she felt bad. She pressed her temple and smiled at Chen Nianzhi, "I'll give it to you. I hope you don't tell anyone about this, thank you."

Chen Nianzhi was stunned again. She thought about countless possibilities, but she never thought that she would be like this.

She actually refused?

She actually refused Sima Jun?

Does she know what the three words Sima Jun mean?

As long as you are under Sima Jun, you can work hard for half your life and have countless reputations and fame and fortune!

Does she really don't know or really don't care?

"You...really?" Chen Nianzhi couldn't react.

A golden needle suddenly appeared in Gu Xiqiao's hand. She raised it to Chen Nianzhi, and her clear eyes bent into a graceful curve. "My ambition is to be a good doctor, so you must keep this matter secret for me."

With such a high talent in painting, she actually wants to study medicine!

Chen Nianzhi nodded blankly, his mind thumping.

When she realized it, Gu Xiqiao was already talking to Yao Jiamu.

But what's going on? How could there be such a person in this world?

Chen Nianzhi grabbed his hair with a headache. If he didn’t draw with such talent, he would compete for a job with other science students!
Chapter completed!