You rascal, stop right there!

The sun is high in the sky.

When Bai Wan woke up, he drank the sobering soup in front of the window.

He patted his cheeks to pretend to be sober.

Yesterday, it seemed that he was drunk again and his emotions were outwardly expressed, which was really embarrassing.

It's just that I didn't pass the exam this year, I'll try again next year...

If you can’t win a fight, you can call your younger brothers back to fight again.

He straightened his white clothes, sat up straight, and slowly picked up the lotus brush that Ling Shumo had given him by the bed.

He has always been reluctant to use it and has carefully hidden it in a small box.

The purpose is to warn myself to study painting well and not let down Brother Zichen's expectations and the friendship with Han Miaoran.

Having failed Brother Zichen's expectations this time, he doesn't know what to write back next time.

At this time.

"Xiaobai, you're finally awake!" A man in black clothes walked up to him.

This man's face was like black jade, his eyebrows and eyes were as sharp as swords, and his dark clothes made his appearance stand out. He was truly a handsome and elegant young man.

Brother, who are you?

When will the Luo family have a painter whose temperament can be compared with Brother Zichen?

Bai Wan was startled immediately and looked the man up and down, feeling that he was strange and familiar.

The person on the other side seemed to see his doubts, and without even turning his head, he raised his orchid finger:

"Hey, Xiaobai! It's me!"

Bai Wan immediately held his breath, as if he had seen a monster that had been reborn, and took a step back in fear.

Just when I was about to ask something.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, something seemed to break at the door.

When I looked up, it was Chen Yu who came in with tea.

He seemed even more surprised than Bai Wan, staring with wide eyes at Luo Wenqi, who no longer looked like his former self.

The pale face showed more panic than fear.

Luo Wenqi immediately took the teacup that the man almost dropped on the ground due to trembling.

He smiled and said, "Chen Yu, be careful when serving tea in the future..."

There is no "na" or "ren jia" in this sentence! There is no affectation!

It couldn't be more normal!

He even called his own name normally!

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment. He felt that this person seemed familiar to him but also unfamiliar to him. He was so scared that he ran out.

Bai Wan raised his eyebrows, and smiled maliciously: "Xiao Luoluo, where are your beard and straight eyebrows?"

"Actually, those were all fake and pasted on!" Luo Wenqi said casually.

This is surprising!

Why would a handsome man like you dress himself up to scare a child to tears?

If I had used this method to pursue Chen Yu from the beginning, perhaps...

That's it!

Bai Wan still shook her head. After all, no man could easily accept homosexuality, no matter how handsome he was.

"Let's not talk about the beard matter for now. Xiaobai, I want to tell you that among the top three in the prefecture, you are ranked third and barely got in." Luo Wenqi asked him seriously.

A certain man was stunned, holding a lotus brush in his hand, as if thinking about something.

Is there such a lucky thing in the world?

There are a hundred people taking the exam in the provincial capital this time. With his level, there is no way he can pass it.

But because of the fire at the Danqing Painting Academy...

"This is probably too much of a coincidence!" he said, resting his chin on his hand.

Luo Wenqi did not expect this answer.

He thought that Bai Wan was a person who would be very shameless and would accept it, and then laugh shamelessly.

Bai Wan's eyes dimmed slightly, and he held the lotus brush in both hands:

"My left-handed painting skills are really not good. I am no longer the Han Miaoran of the past! I have to start from scratch and rely on such luck to pass the provincial examination. What a joke!"

"When did you find out?"

Luo Wenqi suddenly.

He didn't know that Bai Wan had already found out.

Ever since Bai Wan stopped asking him about his past, he felt that this man's thoughts, words and deeds were somewhat similar to those of the former Han Miaoran.

Although he usually looks like a rogue, he still smiles leisurely when faced with such a blow, as if a dead tree has come back to life.

"Brother Zichen, do you know that you already know it?" he asked angrily.

Bai Wan smiled: "Brother Zichen is a good man. He has been afraid to speak out to take care of my feelings. But I am not the kind of weak kid who can't stand a blow."

Luo Wenqi rolled his eyes at him.

Last night, it seemed like someone went to the Beauty Village to get drunk because of the burning of his exam paper...

At this moment, Bai Wan stood up and stood beside the desk, his eyes suddenly becoming confused:

"I'm afraid I can't draw the so-called best painting in the world now, but since I promised Brother Zichen that I would be admitted to the Painting Academy, I can't let this gentleman's promise go to waste."

This person smiled brightly and had a look of determination that was different from that of ordinary people.

Luo Wenqi looked at him and had to admit that the expression and tone of voice were indeed the same Han Miaoran from five years ago.

Just as I was sighing, this person suddenly shrank back and came closer:

"Hey, little Luo Luo. Tell me how the three of you learned painting and were admitted to the art academy. I want to come and see it too."

Luo Wenqi looked at him, having known this before.

It was Ling Shumo who started learning painting, and Han Miaoran's father wanted him to take the imperial examination. However, Ling Shumo was punished by his master for not being able to hand in a painting, so Han Miaoran helped him paint.

Unexpectedly, Han Miaoran was extremely talented and had cunning ideas, and his first draft was approved. After that, he accompanied Ling Shumo to learn painting, and even took the art academy entrance exam together.

Together they had painted many pools of water, from morning till late at night.

Then, Luo Wenqi led him to the table and picked up the brush:

"Paint all eight jars of water, and dye the clear pond with ink."

Bai Wan knows a lot of words now, but he was still slightly shocked when he saw this word.

It must have taken a lot of effort to dye eight jars of water with ink!

Also, who will fetch water?

cough……

After a long while, he nodded calmly, clasped his fists and smiled:

"Well said! I will go and draw all eight jars of water right now, and let Chen Er fetch the water from now on!"

Chen Yu, who had just run a short distance, sneezed several times.

On this side, this guy drew a little chick on a scroll next to the word. The chick looked silly, cute and round.

Luo Wenqi looked at him in surprise. It would be fine if he just wanted to encourage himself, but why did he put a furry chicken next to the words?

Bai Wan said seriously, "Xiao Luoluo, this is called "Chicken Pecking at Rice". I practiced painting it for a day and added a little bit under its mouth. When the rice grains cover the whole painting, it will be full!"

"Uh... Great idea!"

Luo Wenqi cupped his hands. He was now 100% certain that this person was Han Miaoran...

The man in front of me seemed to have painted a picture of "Bee-Tiger" a long time ago. He said that in order to persist in practicing every day, he added a hair to the tiger every day until the tiger was full of hair.

If people are lazy, Hu Zi will end up being a bald man with a bare bottom, which will be very ugly when hung on the wall of the art academy.

But the ending was still a cowardly weird cat, not at all like a tiger.

The bad taste is exactly the same.

In the entire art academy, except for Ling Shumo, no one supported this guy to do this...