Chapter 115:
Winnie hooked her lips, “Don’t say it, he’s a pretty handsome junior, and I heard he’s into mixed blood.”
Zhao Hesong was displeased, “You haven’t seen handsome ones, have you?”
“I’ve seen them, Mister Pei is very handsome.” Winnie stopped joking, “Don’t worry, tell Mister Pei that Yaoyao said she doesn’t like younger guys.”
Zhao Hesong asked again: “What about me then?”
Winnie didn’t understand his meaning, “What about you?”
“Am I not handsome?”
“…”
Winnie was silent for a few seconds, “Nothing, I’m hanging up.”
After saying that, she mercilessly cut off the telephone call.
Zhao Hesong suppressed his displeasure, his tongue pressing against his left cheek, “Nothing, Brother Zhou, your Meng Shuyou refused.”
Pei Yuzhou had one hand in his pocket, his eyes narrowing slightly, “The project isn’t even finished, you’re going to Chicago?”
Zhao Hesong touched his nose, “I was just scaring her a bit.”
Pei Yuzhou stepped out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.
Zhao Hesong picked up his mobile phone and took a look, self-affirming, “Clearly such a handsome face, she doesn’t appreciate it.”
On the other side.
Meng Shuyou had just dealt with that guy when Pei Yuzhou’s telephone call came in.
She went to a slightly quieter place outside to answer.
“Someone bothering you again?” The voice from the receiver was indifferent.
Meng Shuyou had heard about the earlier incident from Winnie, “I already refused.”
“Already? Sounds like there are quite a few.” Pei Yuzhou put the cigarette butt to his lips and took a puff, slowly exhaling the smoke, “How did you refuse?”
“I said I don’t like guys younger than me.” Meng Shuyou changed the topic, asking, “Mister Pei, did you bite me last night?”
Pei Yuzhou raised his brow slightly, “Bite where?”
Meng Shuyou was shy, the dim light masking the flush on her ears, “You know yourself.”
“How would I know if you don’t say?”
“Who else but you would bite me, and while I was asleep…”
Pei Yuzhou’s lips curved slightly, “That was you offering yourself up for me to bite.”
Meng Shuyou retorted, “Impossible.”
“How is it impossible.” Pei Yuzhou helped her recall, “You burrowed into my arms on your own, and said it was comfortable, forgot?”
Meng Shuyou’s cheeks gradually heated up, “I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m going back in.”
Before hanging up, Pei Yuzhou reminded her, “Wear more clothes, don’t catch a cold.”
“I know.”
Meng Shuyou stood outside a bit longer, waiting for the flush on her face to fade.
Mia ran out to call her, “Yaoyao, the game started, come quick.”
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One week later.
Meng Shuyou received an email from the Art Association official, congratulating her on winning third place in the oil painting art competition, with her artwork to be exhibited at the New York Art Museum next month.
This result exceeded her expectations; she believed she could get top ten no problem, but she didn’t expect third place.
Winnie was even more excited than her, “Yaoyao, I told you you could do it!”
Mia curved her lips in emotion, “So impressive.”
Winnie linked arms with Meng Shuyou, “What did I say, future big artist, do you need a leg accessory?”
Meng Shuyou laughed helplessly, “I’m still a long way from being an artist.”
“You’ve already taken a big step forward.” Mia suggested, “When the time comes, we’ll go to the exhibition hall to see your painting.”
Winnie agreed, “Sounds good, that day is a Saturday, we can play in New York for two days.”
Meng Shuyou: “Then thank you in advance for coming to support.”
Mia: “No need to be polite.”
After class in the afternoon, the professor asked Meng Shuyou to go to the office.
“Congratulations, Elara, third place in the competition. I saw your artwork, it’s really good, the color control is more mature than before, and the brushstrokes are increasingly natural and delicate.” The professor smiled broadly.
This competition had high prestige, and her winning an award brought honor to the school.
Meng Shuyou said gratefully, “Thank you, Professor, thank you for always giving me advice and pointing out my shortcomings, that’s how I improved bit by bit.”
“I just provided some techniques and methods, and besides, it’s my job. The main thing is your own daily training and thinking.” The professor told her: “Art sometimes requires breaking out of the mold, finding your own style. Every artwork is the creator’s self-expression. Just paint what you want to paint, and leave the rest to those who appreciate it, to find soul resonance.”
Meng Shuyou suddenly recalled a sentence she had seen online before—steadily do what you should do, wait to be favored by fate, or buried by destiny.
She still didn’t know if she belonged to the former or the latter.
The professor picked up his cup and took a sip of water, “By the way, the exhibition organizer needs you to write a paragraph about the inspiration source for your artwork. Write it in the next couple days, and I’ll submit it for you then.”
Meng Shuyou nodded, “Okay, thank you.”
Leaving the office, she called Pei Yuzhou.
For some reason, she just really wanted to share with him right now.
The ringtone rang for a bit before it connected.
Meng Shuyou couldn’t wait to speak, “Mister Pei, I won an award in that competition last time.”
