There’s actually such a thing?
All coming together , how unlucky can it get?
"The principal of the vocational school personally returned the painting yesterday. He’s been so guilt-ridden that he hasn’t eaten in two days. He’s over fifty. What can I say?"
It was clear that Kuang Yunxian was a man of kind heart and softness.
Chiang Xiao stood up and walked over to the painting, silently gazing at it.
So the work that teacher had been longing for had been ruined . Recalling the old man who pointed at her nose, cursing her out, saying she was unworthy of being a creator, did not deserve the title of painter, could not protect her own creations, and let her works become tools for others’ fame fishing and fraud, a surge of impulse swept through Chiang Xiao’s heart.
She wanted to paint the Autumn Scenery Painting.
She wanted to try, just like her teacher, to see if she could replicate the Autumn Scenery Painting in its entirety.
In her previous life, she had seen the original Autumn Scenery Painting countless times, and her memory was excellent. Now, recalling it, every detail seemed to unfold before her eyes.
When Kuang Yunxian saw her standing in front of the ruined painting for a long time, he couldn’t help but walk over, stand beside her, and, looking at the painting, he asked, "Does Chiang Xiao have an interest in the Autumn Scenery Painting? Are you in junior high now?"
"Yeah, I am, and I’m really interested. I’ll be moving up to ninth grade next semester."
Kuang Yunxian directly misunderstood, well, it wasn’t really a misunderstanding on his part. Chiang Xiao appeared to be about fourteen or fifteen, so, going into ninth grade would indeed match that age.
He thought Chiang Xiao was already fifteen years old.
This misunderstanding wasn’t clarified by him, and Chiang Xiao didn’t make it clear either, not until much later did Kuang Yunxian learn the truth, and he was nearly shocked speechless.
Meng Xinian caught their exchange and raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother explaining further.
Logically, Chiang Xiao skipping two grades was something he was very proud of, but alas, being too impressive, he felt it was better not to mention it too much.
Besides, if Kuang Yunxian knew she was only thirteen, and then discovered her astonishing intelligence and maturity, he might become suspicious.
"Regrettably, although I am interested in painting, I lack the talent and only play the role of doing odd jobs in the Painters Association..."
Chiang Xiao said, "Brother Kuang, even if you just do these tasks, you hold a very important position. Administrative work is very important."
Kuang Yunxian paused, administrative work?
This girl knew about these things too?
He turned to look at Meng Xinian and asked, "Chiang Xiao is indeed knowledgeable. I haven’t asked yet, but are you Xinian’s..."
Before he could finish, Meng Xinian had already walked over, stood beside Chiang Xiao, pointed at her, and then at himself, with a serious face, "She’s not my sister, she’s my fiancée."
Even someone as refined as Kuang Yunxian couldn’t help but spit out.
That was followed by a bout of coughing.
Meng Xinian’s face darkened.
Really, was it so hard to accept that she was his fiancée? Did he have to witness this reaction every time he introduced Chiang Xiaoxiao’s identity?
Grinding his teeth in annoyance, he messed up Chiang Xiao’s hair and asked in a deep voice, "Chiang Xiaoxiao, you better grow up fast!"
Chiang Xiao was speechless, "Who asked you to pick such a tender sprout like me?"
So now it’s her fault for not growing up fast enough?
Meng Xinian also wanted to ask himself, yeah, why did he go for such a young plant?
But he couldn’t explain it, couldn’t articulate it.
Anyway, if he were to change his mind now, he wouldn’t feel okay about it at all.