It's all his fault for being an artist!

Chapter 34 What to Wear, the Art is Really Good, Old Artist

"Aunt Zhang, you've worked hard. Please drive carefully, it gets dark early now."

"It's alright, Xixi, why be so polite with your aunt? We've known each other since we were little. Put your dishes in the sink after you've finished eating, I'll come and clean them up tomorrow morning."

Aunt Zhang is from the north. She is straightforward and generous, and she exudes enthusiasm wherever she goes. She works at Li Xixi's house and is quick and efficient, taking good care of her. She has always been trusted by Li's parents.

"You're the one who's having a tough time, Xixi. Are you like my son, taking exams right after New Year's Day? Your dad called me earlier, saying he couldn't make it back in time to take you to the exams, and asked me to take good care of you."

Aunt Zhang said casually as she tied her scarf.

"If you ask me, your dad is worrying too much. From childhood to adulthood, when have you not always been at the top of your class? Xixi, don't be nervous, just do your best in the exam, you'll be fine."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

"OK."

Li Xixi politely said goodbye to her aunt.

click-

The door lock is closed.

The room fell silent in an instant.

The exquisitely decorated and fully furnished apartment has only one light shining from the dining room.

Standing in front of the door for a long time, Li Xixi belatedly realized what was happening and tapped her head.

Why am I spacing out?

The table was laden with dishes, all beautifully presented and delicious, but she couldn't eat much by herself.

Aunt Zhang is kind-hearted, and since the employer pays for the grocery shopping and cooking, she's always worried that Aunt Zhang won't have enough to eat, so she always prepares too much food.

Li Xixi had subtly suggested that people should not be extravagant, but to no avail.

Eating, reviewing mistakes, doing new practice tests...

Her life had been in this rhythm for a long time; she completed tasks methodically and in sequence, without being disturbed by anything else.

After washing up, Li Xixi wrapped herself in a bath towel and walked out of the shower room. She happened to look up and catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Her short hair was tied into a small braid with a rubber band, which swayed back and forth behind her head, making her look quite lively and playful.

After being washed with shower gel, the mutton carcass has skin that is so soft and smooth it's almost translucent.

The rising steam casts a misty veil over the room, revealing glimpses of rosy cheeks.

Li Xixi is not very satisfied with her canine teeth.

Although this is her signature feature, it doesn't seem out of place at all; on the contrary, it adds to her cuteness.

Just at this time.

An idea to break with usual habits popped into my mind.

What should I wear tomorrow?

Li Xixi lowered her head.

After shedding their winter school uniforms, they were gathered in a nearby laundry tub, already soaked in water.

However, it is still possible to wear them.

Li Xixi still subconsciously denied it.

this……

No.

She clutched the bathrobe hanging on her ample bosom, then, barefoot and without even slippers, hurried back to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe.

The view is filled with clothing, all suitable for the current season, neatly hung and arranged.

She owns many comfortable and close-fitting family clothes with patterns and colors she likes, and she often changes them frequently.

A strange, inexplicable feeling was plaguing Li Xixi, and no matter how many times she looked, she couldn't find anything she liked.

After much deliberation, the speed of rejection surpasses even that of school uniforms.

If only there wasn't a holiday, I wouldn't have had to put in so much effort while at school.

This was the second thought that had never crossed my mind before.

I don't know why.

The figure of Mu Ziling vaguely appeared before her eyes.

"What will Ziling wear?"

A simple solid-color down jacket with a smooth fabric, paired with a high ponytail.

Li Xixi quickly conjured up the complete image.

This style of dressing can certainly be considered one of her distinctive features.

It seems that you don't need to put in any effort; you can easily look good by just randomly mixing and matching your usual clothes.

I think I looked pretty good in the mirror just now, right?

At least, she shouldn't be too different from Mu Ziling?

or……

Pick up your phone and search for Cheng Wang's profile picture.

Before I could even unlock the screen, I saw a message that the other party had sent an hour earlier.

Li Xixi's eyes lit up.

Immediately after seeing the message, the light dimmed slightly.

"Art students are so busy. They must be preparing for the college entrance exams, right? The intensive training just ended not long ago, and they already have to start preparing for the exams again."

However, there was no other way; the college entrance exam was Cheng Wang's main priority.

Moreover, he said he would arrive later, and given his efficiency, he would definitely be on the road rushing to make up for lost time.

Since Yuhang Academy of Fine Arts is the university Cheng Wang most desires, it is only natural for him to work hard for it.

At the same time, they also have to take care of their academic performance; you can imagine how hard that is.

Li Xixi didn't think there was a problem.

I just feel down inside.

She pursed her lips and typed in the chat box.

[hope: Then just stay in the studio. There are still two days left; we can schedule another time.]

Ok……

Something doesn't feel right.

Li Xixi leaned back on the bed with a thud, letting her bathrobe loosen and a chill wash over her. She held her phone high in the air, her arms taut.

Tap, tap tap tap—

Long press the delete button.

She maintained this position for a long time, then retyped, repeating it to herself several times before clicking "confirm and send."

[hope: It's okay, take your time. Do you need Aunt Zhang to prepare lunch for you?]

Got it!

Li Xixi suddenly remembered that Cheng Wang had mentioned before that he always wore dark, dirt-resistant clothes to the art studio, otherwise if he accidentally got them dirty, Lin Qin would nag him endlessly when he got home.

"I remember there were some, right? There should be clothes in similar colors?"

She got out of bed and headed straight for her target.

Art is wonderful, and art studios are wonderful.

This is Li Xixi's third idea.

……

"What's going on? Our art studio has been taken over by some old thugs?"

Cheng Wang gazed at the studio from a great distance.

With fewer recent art exam takers and only younger students attending weekend classes, the art studio suddenly felt empty.

There was a middle-aged man at the school gate with a round face and squinted eyes that looked like he had four eyebrows.

He tried to squat down, but because he was too fat, he couldn't do it completely, and he looked like he was hunched over.

Although it wasn't very polite.

But he does resemble a Bull Terrier with a forced, insincere smile.

And their eyes aren't even that big.

The middle-aged man was puffing on a half-smoked cigarette, taking turns exhaling smoke.

That's it.

Still a traditionalist.

Cheng Wang himself doesn't smoke, and he doesn't have much affection for secondhand smoke either.

He kept a distance as he walked into the campus.

The middle-aged man didn't even know if his eyes were open or not.

As he passed by, his head turned slightly, as if his gaze was following him.

Cheng Wang didn't take it to heart. He easily found Wang Huiming's office, knocked on the door, and entered.

Wang Huiming put down his teacup: "The art students are here? That's strange, not even eight o'clock yet, so early?"

"Is this Mr. Wang Huiming, my mentor from the Academy of Fine Arts? Good morning."

"Arrogant."

He took the drawing tube from Cheng Wang, spread the artwork out on the table, glanced at it briefly, and said with satisfaction, "These are good. Enough to impress my classmates. Judging from the handwriting, they were just drawn?"

"I added a few more last night."

Cheng Wang looked around the office; the tea set was neatly arranged, but it wasn't ready for use.

I looked the whole room from left to right and found no signs that anyone else had been there.

So he continued, "Old Wang, where are the art school teachers? Am I too early? They haven't arrived yet."

Wang Huiming gestured towards the door with his chin: "That fool went outside to smoke cigarettes. He's addicted, and he hasn't been able to quit all these years."

"Small eyes, and a chubby person?"

"Yes, that's right." Wang Huiming raised an eyebrow in surprise, then suddenly realized:

"Oh, did you see him when you came in? How did you find him?"

Cheng Wang was filled with respect: "He has a face full of good fortune and a dignified bearing. He is clearly a highly respected old artist."