The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Huang Mao followed his hand and stood up. He thought about it carefully and said, "That's right. With your delicate skin and tender flesh, Mr. Bai might think you are too weak and fall in love with some girl with big breasts."

"That's right." The young man opened the car door for him. "Now that we're here, we might as well go ahead. If Mr. Bai doesn't care, I can just leave unscathed and continue to live the life of the city with you. Isn't that wonderful?"

Huangmao restarted the car and said, "Seriously, if you feel something is wrong when you get in, just run away and don't worry about me."

The young man smiled and said, "If there is any danger, please protect yourself first. I know what to do."

The car turned into a quiet tree-lined avenue, with century-old locust trees on both sides blocking out the sun. At the end, the red lacquer gate slowly opened. In front of the gate, the stone lion was two people tall, with its claws stepping on a black iron ball engraved with runes.

Passing through the vermilion lacquered gate, a cold breath with a lingering smell of blood hits you in the face. The Chinese courtyard covering several acres is like a dormant beast, revealing its fangs in the morning light.

The layout of the courtyard adheres to traditional regulations. The 100-meter-long corridor is paved with golden nanmu wood, and the carved beams and painted buildings are inlaid with luminous pearls. There are nine winding corridors in the courtyard, and the white marble railings are carved with auspicious dragons playing with pearls. Each dragon head holds a priceless jade bead in its mouth.

The bronze tripod in front of the main hall is emitting a lingering scent of agarwood, and the dragons wrapped around the tripod are lifelike. Looking up, the three characters "Tianyanhui" on the gilded plaque were written by a contemporary famous calligrapher, with a sharp pen like a knife.

In the center of the living room, a young man in a warm yellow short-sleeved shirt was curled up in an armchair. On the rice paper spread out on his knees, a few crooked black bamboos were scattered in all directions, and the ink spots on the bamboo joints looked like an overturned ink bottle.

He bit the brush and scratched his ears and cheeks. The hair on his forehead was rubbed into a mess, and there was an ink stain on the tip of his nose. He looked like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

The second hall master leaned over, his big gold chain dangling so brightly that people were dizzy. He poked the drawing paper with his stubby fingers: "Here, here! The bamboo needs to be drawn straighter. Your drawing looks like it was struck by lightning!"

He grabbed the brush and wanted to demonstrate, but the tip of the brush left crooked ink marks on the rice paper, turning the original bamboo into a black lump.

On the other side, four carefully selected beauties stood with their heads bowed. They held their breath and concentrated, but could not hide the nervousness in their eyes.

The yellow-haired man stared at the young man's thin figure and quietly grabbed the Second Hall Master's sleeve: "Hall Master, this... is this Master Bai?"

Before he finished speaking, the young man suddenly looked up, his big eyes sparkling, "No, my name is Mingxi. You came at an unfortunate time, he just went out, and I don't know when he will be back."

"Hey, don't worry, Mr. Bai has something to do, we'll just wait, you can continue painting."

The Second Hall Master smiled and slapped the yellow-haired man on the head with his backhand, and said in a low voice: "You are the only one who lives too much!"

The yellow-haired man covered his head and grimaced in pain, but he didn't dare to say anything and stepped aside obediently. The young man touched his head to comfort him.

"I won't paint anymore," Mingxi put the brush on the table, "He is just bullying me. I told him I can't do it, but he still forced me to practice. It's endless..."

Why can Mingxi appear in Tianyan Club?

This is a long story. Xiao Heidan had long believed that Mingxi was an ungrateful person and felt betrayed, and that's how the grudge between the two of them was formed.

As long as Su Xiangyi was not around, Xiao Heidan would take any opportunity to bully him. If it was light, he would just scold him so badly that he could not even raise his head. If it was severe, he would just beat him up.

It just so happened that this time Su Xiang was called by Di Yin to work as a laborer in the demon world, and he had no time to care about his fate. When Xiao Heidan saw this opportunity, his eyes lit up, and he quickly dragged him to the Tianyan Society, just to control him every day.

During the day, Mingxi had to serve tea and water, running around until his feet hit his head. At night, he had to massage his shoulders and back until he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his arms. They tortured him in various ways, making Mingxi miserable.

Xiao Heidan was not worried at all that he would go and tell Su Xiang about it. Why?

It's because Mingxi is well-known in the circle for his cowardly appearance. When he is bullied, he just hides in a corner and wipes his tears, not daring to say a word. But Xiao Heidan just does his best to bully others!

Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!

Little Black Egg came in from outside and yelled at the top of his voice: "Mingxi! You have a pig brain. You have been painting for so long and it still looks like this!"

He shook the mutton-fat jade inkstone in his hand and said, "I'll give you a good one today. With the pigment ground from this, even a three-year-old child can paint a landscape painting!"

The second hall master trotted forward with a smile on his face: "Hehe, Master Bai, thank you for your trouble! I will take care of this treasure." As he said that, he took the inkstone with both hands and gently placed it on the table as if he was holding the tablet of his ancestors.

When Mingxi saw Xiao Heidan coming in, he instinctively shrank back, but was nailed to the spot by the other party's vicious eyes.

"Why are you hiding? Are you afraid that I will eat you?" Little Black Egg grabbed the painting on the table, unfolded it and frowned, "What the hell is this that you drew?!"

"This... this is my original work."

"An authentic painting? I think it's bullshit!" Xiao Heidan threw the painting to the ground. "You enjoy everything you eat, but you're useless! Who am I forcing you to learn painting for? I just want you to have a skill to rely on! Who are you showing off to if you keep looking down every day? Did I dig up your ancestors' graves in my previous life?"

The more he scolded Mingxi, the more aggrieved he felt. "I... I didn't say anything. I just mean... I just mean, don't always compare me with others. If you do that, your character will become even worse..."

"You're still rebelling!" Little Black Egg grabbed his collar, "I haven't even thought you're stupid yet, and now you're talking about me?"

"That's right!" Ming Xi didn't know where he got the courage from, and said in one go: "I'm not wrong, you are the best among the scum!"

Seeing this, the Second Hall Master hurriedly made a joke, stretched out his hand to embrace the trembling Ming Xi and took him to the side, with a flattering smile on his face: "Master Bai, calm down! There is no point in getting angry with this blockhead, it will only make you sick!"

As he spoke, he carefully wiped the painting that Little Black Egg had just dropped on the ground with his sleeve, "Look, this painting is so spiritual! Given time, this little brother will become a great man. When others ask about it, won't they praise you for your insight and good teaching?"

Xiao Heidan snorted coldly and sat down, taking the teacup handed to him by the Second Hall Master. He saw that the time was right, and rubbed his fat palm on his thigh:

"Master Bai, you are so busy every day, managing such a huge business as the Sky Eye Society. I feel so sorry for you! These days, I have been tossing and turning at night, not wanting to eat or drink, thinking about how I can help you solve your problems."

As he spoke, he winked at the four beautiful girls standing nearby. The girls immediately stepped forward, too afraid to look up.

"Mr. Bai, look at this one. He is only seventeen years old and is studying fine brushwork at the Academy of Fine Arts. He gets up before dawn every day to make medicine for grandma. After making the medicine, he eats a cold steamed bun and rushes to the studio. He is filial and hardworking!"

"This is even more amazing!" He pulled over a girl with a ponytail, "She's a top student at a key high school in the city, and ranked among the top three in the province in the math competition!"

"And this one, a ballet student! After practice every day, she goes to the nursing home to teach the elderly to dance. Those grandparents look forward to her going there every day. If you bring her with you, she will serve tea and water, massage her legs, and be very attentive!"

Finally, he pulled out a girl in a blue skirt and said, "Mr. Bai, look, this girl can sing and is very caring. She raised all the brothers and sisters in the family."

Little Heidan looked at the second hall master's flattering smile, suddenly sneered, and hooked his finger at him.