Editor: Henyee Translations
Mountain Elder Qi cleared his throat, glanced at Gu Yundong, and said, âMiss Gu, the school ends at 17:00 in the Tianhai Academy.â
His words were very obscure.
Gu Yundong nodded. âYes. Before I came here, my father had also asked around. School is a little late in the summer, and it will be an hour earlier in the winter.â
The mountain elder was speechless. Why didnât she understand? Where did her intelligence go? Or was he being too vague?
He coughed lightly and gave up on himself. He said openly, âMiss Gu, time is quite tight. You have to return those paintings before the school ends. Shouldnât you make some moves?â
Qj Ting scoffed. His grandfather was clearly going easy on him.
But in the next moment, Gu Yundong nodded. âGrandpa Mountain Elder is right. Itâs better to return them as soon as possible.â
After saying that, she sat in front of the table, spread out the drawing paper, and read it carefully and seriously.
The mountain elder was speechless.
Everyone was speechless.
What are you looking at? You donât understand anything about art, and you still act like an unfathomable expert. It doesnât even look like youâre pretending, okay?
After reading the first picture, Gu Yundong roughly knew what the other partyâs focus was, which aspect was very weak, and what he had neglected. There were many points to mention.
She looked around and asked Mountain Elder Qi, âGrandpa Mountain Elder, can I use a pen?â
âI can, but youâ¦â
Gu Yundong did not stand on ceremony. Mountain Elder Qi also had charcoal pens. Gu Yundong was more comfortable with this. He took one and started writing on the drawing paper.
The mountain elder was stunned. He suddenly stood up and walked to her. âWhat are you doing?â
Gu Yundong looked up and said matter-of-factly, âOf course Iâm pointing out whatâs lacking and helping this student improve his painting skills. Didnât my father say so?â
âNo, what nonsense are you writing?â Qi Ting and the others quickly walked forward and said angrily, âYour father ask you to let the painter who drew the painting of horses point it out, not for you to mess around here. Do you know how much the students of our academy cherish these paintings? How can they let you paint randomly on them? Do you know that youâve ruined their hard work?â
The others nodded one after another, as if they could empathize with someone who did not take their intentions seriously.
âMiss Gu, your father promised to return the painting before the school ends. We understand that he doesnât want to go back on his word and deceive the students, but we canât let you fool us, right?â
âMiss Gu, if your father really canât do it, itâs not a big deal to return the paintings and apologize.â
âThatâs right. Itâs too disrespectful to write on someone elseâs painting so casually.â
The mountain elder frowned and turned his head to glare at his grandson and the other students. âAlright, what are you all talking about? Miss Gu hasnât said a word and youâve already lambasting him. All of you arenât young anymore. What if you scare her?â
As soon as he spoke, the others immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.
Werenât they too anxious and afraid that she would destroy someone elseâs things? They didnât really want to scare her.
Gu Yundong was helpless. She unfolded the painting of horses that her father had left behind before he left. âI drew this painting. The artist that my father mentioned is me.â
Mountain Elder Qi: ???
The others:!!!
âWhat are you talking about? The windâs too strong. I donât think I heard you properly.â