Chapter 442: How could I possibly draw a betrayal picture of myself!
Charm magic? Countermeasures? That sounds so… intense!
While Shui Miao Miao was lost in wild thoughts, her hands suddenly shot up and smacked her little face with great force.
Smack!
“Junior Sister Shui, not like that.”
Bai Feng hurriedly reached out to stop her from slapping herself again. Seriously, this time she hit herself so hard her face visibly turned red.
“Cough cough, sorry…”
Shui Miao Miao’s face was blazing red as she lowered her head. Was it because of the slap or her recent wild imagination?
But her heart was far from calm. Especially now, during her burst of inspiration—she could even imagine that Qiao Qiao’s counter-magic to charm backfires, causing her to fall obsessively in love with Senior Brother Bai, and then this and that, finally unable to leave… wait, what am I thinking? I can’t be drawing such ‘betrayal’ pics of myself!
At least in my art, Bai Senior Brother is mine!
Bai Feng noticed Shui Miao Miao’s ever-changing expression and was a bit worried she might give her adorable little face another sharp slap, so he quickly grabbed her wrist.
“White, Senior Brother Bai!!”
Shui Miao Miao was instantly jolted awake, but when she saw her wrist was caught, her mind was again flooded with wild fantasies—was Bai Senior Brother intending to…? No, I’m not ready for that… No, no, no, I shouldn’t think like this. It’s too risky for the heroine if I do. I should be prepared already!
She closed her eyes, slightly tilted her chin, and pouted her little lips, apparently waiting for something.
But in the next second, Bai Feng let go of her wrist. “Why does it seem worse now?”
“Huh?” Shui Miao Miao opened her eyes slightly but saw Bai Feng looking at her gravely. Redness climbed up her cheeks again.
Did I guess wrong again?
I really want to d*e. I want to escape this world…
“Junior Sister Shui, wake up.”
Bai Feng waved his hand in front of her face, but it seemed useless.
“It looks like I need to use my ultimate move.”
He took out a jade vial from his ring, then pulled out the stopper. Immediately, a faint aroma of meat began to fill the room.
Shui Miao Miao instantly sniffed sharply and subconsciously opened her eyes, glancing at the jade vial in Bai Feng’s hand.
“Awake?” Bai Feng chuckled, tapping her forehead, “When you’re awake, come eat.”
“…Hmm.”
Forget it, I don’t care anymore. Since things have gotten to this point, might as well eat first.
Shui Miao Miao accepted the jade bottle in self-destructive resignation, pouring the meatballs into her mouth with a blank expression.
“By the way, Junior Sister Shui, do you want to talk to me about something?”
“Actually, not really.” Shui Miao Miao lowered her head, chewing on the meatball vaguely while mumbling, “Just wanted to ask about drawing techniques. I want to draw a story-based picture like Teacher Chun Qiu, but everything I draw feels kinda weird.”
“This involves shot composition; it’s quite a complex topic. I wouldn’t dare claim I fully understand,” Bai Feng explained, sharing what knowledge he knew. Shui Miao Miao’s expression gradually turned serious.
“Oh, really?” Shui Miao Miao nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Bai Feng with a hint of suspicion. “Senior Brother Bai, what exactly is your relationship with Teacher Chun Qiu?”
“Guess,” Bai Feng smiled.
“I bet Senior Brother Bai is Chun Qiu!”
Shui Miao Miao confidently said, though in reality, she had suspected this since she first started drawing. Chun Qiu’s art style and Bai Feng’s work were so similar, it was almost obvious they came from the same hand.
Bai Feng clapped his hands with a smile. “Not bad! Junior Sister Shui, you’re pretty clever!”
Once he confirmed Shui Miao Miao was genuinely interested in art and not just a fleeting hobby, he didn’t bother hiding his alias anymore. After all, if he kept it secret, how could he keep her as his art assistant?
“…Senior Brother Bai, are you really Chun Qiu?”
After Bai Feng’s affirmation, Shui Miao Miao suddenly felt a bit unsure. She had looked confident just now, but inside, she wasn’t certain. She hadn’t even found concrete proof that Bai Feng was Chun Qiu—plus, she felt a little lucky that she had previously complained about Chun Qiu’s bland taste.
“It’s me. Look at my paintings and Chun Qiu’s; you can tell, right?”
Once Bai Feng confirmed again, Shui Miao Miao fell silent again.
Then she timidly raised her head and whispered, “Senior Brother Bai, I have a question. Why do you draw Chun Qiu?”
“Mainly because I was bored out of my mind, the songs I listened to were dull, and I thought I had a pretty good talent for painting. So I started drawing whatever I wanted and made some pocket money along the way.”
There was also a plan long since abandoned—avoiding the Child of Destiny. But… ah, never mind.
“Oh, I see.” Shui Miao Miao nodded, then subtly averted her gaze, softly muttering, “Huh, looks like Senior Brother Bai is quite… um, pure!”
She was actually talking about drawing those simple, plain images.
Bai Feng: “?”
Did I miss a part of the conversation? What does purity have to do with…?
Suddenly, Bai Feng recalled Shui Miao Miao had mentioned Chun Qiu’s drawings were quite plain, so she meant her comparison was about her own standards? What was she drawing every day?
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but glance at Shui Miao Miao a bit more.
“Anyway, before Chun Qiu, I used a few other names.”
Shui Miao Miao looked curious. “Why change names? Can I see your old works?”
Bai Feng shook his head. “No, they’re all destroyed now. The names are sealed. I drew pretty boldly back then.”
“……”
Somehow, Shui Miao Miao suddenly really wanted to see Bai Feng’s old artwork!
“Um, Senior Brother Bai!” She looked at him, face slightly flushed but still stubborn. “Can you redraw those for me? I’m really curious.”
Ever since she learned Bai Feng had a collection of Chun Qiu paintings and that Chun Qiu was Bai Feng himself, her impression of him shifted—she saw him as another old perv like herself. That definitely influenced how she viewed and treated Bai Feng. If it were before, she wouldn’t dare ask like this.
“Forget it. That’s a bit too bold.”
Back then, he drew with the mindset of shocking the world with a little bit of spicy art, not this borderline stuff now.
But the more he thought about it, the more curious Shui Miao Miao became. She really wanted to know just how bold Bai Feng’s ‘bold’ drawings were!
“So, Senior Brother Bai, can you teach me something truly valuable someday?” she asked eagerly.
“? ”
What ‘true stuff’? Haven’t I already taught you everything I can?
By the way, he sensed that since Shui Miao Miao found out he was Chun Qiu, her attitude changed slightly—she no longer respected him as her senior brother quite as much.
