Chapter Twenty-Seven: Tang Bohu Painted 1,300 for Me......

"You...... You're the one just now??"

Miao Yiyi looked at Lin Yue in disbelief and lost her mind.

Lin Yue's series of actions just now can be said to have really stunned her!

Is this the legendary one-handed grappling?

And it's a reverse upgrade version!

That's too handsome, isn't it?

For some reason, the hatred and hatred that had originally piled up in her heart turned into nothing for a while.

"Oh, it's you, I didn't expect to meet again, it's a coincidence. ”

Lin Yue didn't care much, he glanced back at her, and replied without emotion.

"Huh?"

Miao Yiyi was stunned, because Mao felt that the plot was wrong?

Didn't he come to save the beauty of the hero?

Isn't this a great time to be courteous?

Why did you start to fake high coldness......

It can't be a straight man, right......

"Y-don't have anything else to say?"

Miao Yiyi prompted.

"Anything else you'd like to say?"

Lin Yue scratched his chin and glanced up with his eyes, which could be said to be very serious thinking.

"Nope. ”

“......”

Miao Yiyi was dumbfounded, stunned and stared at Lin Yue, who looked innocent, and couldn't say anything anymore.

Is this guy deliberately mad at me??

"If it's okay, then I'll go first. ”

Lin Yue continued.

After saying that, he really turned around and left!

"Wait...... Wait......"

Looking at Lin Yue's departing back, Miao Yiyi gritted her teeth, hesitated for a long time and finally spoke.

She's lived to be nineteen years old, and she really hasn't met a boy who can let her take the initiative to talk.

Lin Yue is the first!

It can be imagined how much courage Miao Yiyi mustered!

"Huh?"

Lin Yue turned his head.

"You...... What's your name......"

Miao Yiyi lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at Lin Yue.

"My name is Lin Yue, Shuangmu Lin, Leaping Yue!"

After speaking, Lin Yue turned around again, and disappeared into the crowd after a while.

"Lin-Yue?"

Miao Yiyi frowned lightly and muttered suspiciously.

"Why is this name so familiar?"

After thinking for a while, Miao Yiyi still couldn't remember.

Suddenly startled, he secretly said in his heart:

"Eh, why do I care so much about him? Why did I suddenly stop hating him when he treated me like that just now? What's wrong with me!"

Miao Yiyi shook her head violently, dispersing the thoughts that were lingering in her mind.

When he came to his senses, he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed a call.

"Hey, you're all dead! Miss Ben is almost going to be bullied!"

"Ah, where are you, Miss, are you hurt? We're going to come here!"

A frightened man's voice came over the phone.

"Uh...... It's okay, you don't have to come...... The matter has been taken care of. ”

Miao Yiyi heard that they were coming, her tone immediately weakened, and she hurriedly refused.

The person on the other end of the phone is actually her housekeeper and bodyguard at home, and this time he accompanied her out to go shopping and watch the comic exhibition.

Miao Yiyi thought that they were too disobedient to follow her, and she couldn't let go, so she took the opportunity to run away.

If they come now, they might bring her home!

She wants to play a little more......

"By the way, Fauber, I actually wanted you to do me a favor. ”

Miao Yiyi continued.

"Miss, just say, Fauber will do his best!"

"I want you to help me look up someone......"

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Lin Yue looked at the message that popped up on the screen of his phone and became depressed.

After doing it for a long time, it turned out to be a fake coordinate!

Half an hour was wasted!

Lin Yue shook his head helplessly, clicked on the nearby interface, and then walked in the direction of Su Daji.

......

"Is this the rumored genius painter Wang Bo'an?

"Isn't it! Moreover, it is said that he is a descendant of Tang Bohu!

"Really, that painting master Tang Bohu of the Ming Dynasty?"

“......”

"Wang Bo'an?"

When Lin Yue passed by a certain exhibition area, he happened to hear the name, so he subconsciously stopped and walked towards the crowd surrounded by groups.

He was quite familiar with this Wang Bo'an, and he used to hear his name often, especially in art classes.

"Could it be Wang Bo'an, a genius painter majoring in fine arts next door?"

Lin Yue muttered in his heart as he squeezed into the crowd.

"It's really him......"

With a slight force, Lin Yue had already come to the front of the crowd, looking at the boy who was surrounded in the middle, and laughed secretly.

Looking at the current scene, Wang Boan should be painting for others.

But what's more peculiar is that he doesn't draw portraits, but four-panel cartoons!

Lin Yue was a little puzzled, so he had to talk to the young man next to him:

"Little brother, what are you painting? I just came, can you tell me about it?"

"This is Tang Bohu's descendant Wang Bo'an coming to the comic exhibition in person, drawing cartoons for us!"

The young man said excitedly.

"Oh, how do you draw it?"

Lin Yue said curiously.

"It's you who come up with the idea, and then he comes to help you draw it, and a pair of four squares starts at about 5,000 yuan, which is super cheap. ”

The young man smiled beautifully.

"What! 5,000 bucks! I rub this cheap?"

Lin Yue was directly stunned, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"Hehe......"

The young man smiled, although he didn't show it on his face, but in his heart, he probably had already targeted Lin Yue with words such as hillbilly and never seen the world.

Lin Yue didn't care, the five thousand yuan was indeed too expensive! It was enough for his living expenses for three months!

If you save a little more, you can use it for half a year!

Isn't that terrifying? A four-panel comic strip costs 5,000 yuan?

Why didn't this guy go and rob it?

"Eh, young man, you can't understand it like this, the average four-frame comic is really outrageously expensive for 5,000 yuan, but if it is drawn by Tang Bohu's descendants, it will be different!"

Suddenly, a majestic man's voice came into Lin Yue's ears.

Lin Yue turned his head to look at the man, and it was a big man wearing a platelet cos suit who was looking at Lin Yue with an amiable look at him at this time.

In a place like Comic Con, there are a lot of such strange things, and there are a lot of women's clothing bosses and the like.

Therefore, Lin Yue was not too surprised, and quickly came back to his senses, muttering to himself:

"Tang Bohu's descendants, I don't think it's a big deal, the painting is not half as good as me......

"Ouch, the painter is not as good as you? Why do you like to put gold on your face so much? You have been a keyboard warrior in front of a computer screen for too long, and you accidentally brought it into reality?"

The young man from before cast a look of contempt and muttered sourly.

Lin Yue was about to reply, but behind the two of them suddenly gave way, and then a coquettish voice came from outside the crowd:

"Daxian is just telling the truth, besides, is there any evidence that this guy said that he was a descendant of Tang Bohu? I also said that Tang Bohu painted me 1,314 pictures in order to pursue me!"