"She's blind, she can't draw at all!"

"Miss Su, you may have some misunderstandings about blind people."

Yan Yu sighed lightly and said seriously.

"It's not like there are no painters among the blind."

"But you've only been blind for two years!"

Su Rouyin blurted out, and halfway through the conversation, she finally realized that she had lost her temper and hurriedly began to explain.

"I, I mean, those blind painters have been practicing for a long time, but you are ...... Even if Mr. Boone were to speak well for you, I am afraid that your paintings would not convince the public......"

The maiden god smiled nonchalantly.

"Before I was suspended from school due to a car accident, I was admitted to the art department of University A."

She calmly recounted her original history.

Although it is far less than someone in this world, it ......

"It's better than a novice who has only been learning oil painting for a few months, right?"

Of course, under the aura of "luck darling".

According to the original development, Su Rouyin, a novice, caught up with Charles Boone, the so-called master of oil painting, through this auction.

Under his guidance, her painting skills continued to improve, and after she was admitted to the Fine Arts Department of A University, she obtained the qualification for overseas study through this relationship.

Later, he even really became an official disciple of Charles Boone.

It is precisely thanks to this that Su Rouyin has so smoothly changed from an unknown novice to a so-called cutting-edge painter.

But in this life......

"Chuwei, you—how can you say that?"

Su Rouyin bit her lip, and her beautiful eyes instantly burst into tears.

"I'm already preparing for the art department of A...... University"

"Miss Song." Seeing his beloved little woman being wronged, Huo Beicheng suddenly had a cold face, hugged Su Rouyin into his arms, and said in a cold voice.

"I want you to know what respect is."

Yan Yu's long eyelashes moved, and her tone was sincere.

"I think honest expression is the greatest respect for people."

"You!"

"Alright, okay, my friends."

The middle-aged white man, who had been listening to them communicating in Chinese for a while, finally couldn't help but say and inadvertently interrupted Huo Beicheng.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The assistant in charge of the translation on the side suddenly stepped forward and whispered a few words to him.

"If you don't mind, I can give you a guide or two......

"Don't mind, of course don't!"

Su Rouyin's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly took out the painting she was carrying, and said carefully.

"Mr. Boone, this is my work......"

Huo Beicheng followed the translation.

Charles Boone unfolded the paper and glanced at it, but there was some unexpected surprise.

After a while, he put down the painting and said to the blind girl beside him.

"Song, your painting ......" but there is no hope at all.

"I think you're mistaken." Yan Yu didn't take out any paintings, just said.

"I'm not here to get 'help' from you today."

“…… Am I not qualified to instruct you?! ”

The "self-inflicted" painter with a broken arm's face sank, and he suddenly felt that he had been tricked.

The maiden god shook her head.

"I'm here this time to ask you to be a judge and decide the outcome of my painting and that of Miss Su." “

She slowly explained her intentions, met Su Rouyin's stunned gaze, and wrote a battle letter.

"As for the pointers...... Because I already have the best teachers. "She's blind, she can't draw at all!"

"Miss Su, you may have some misunderstandings about blind people."

Yan Yu sighed lightly and said seriously.

"It's not like there are no painters among the blind."

"But you've only been blind for two years!"

Su Rouyin blurted out, and halfway through the conversation, she finally realized that she had lost her temper and hurriedly began to explain.

"I, I mean, those blind painters have been practicing for a long time, but you are ...... Even if Mr. Boone were to speak well for you, I am afraid that your paintings would not convince the public......"

The maiden god smiled nonchalantly.

"Before I was suspended from school due to a car accident, I was admitted to the art department of University A."

She calmly recounted her original history.

Although it is far less than someone in this world, it ......

"It's better than a novice who has only been learning oil painting for a few months, right?"

Of course, under the aura of "luck darling".

According to the original development, Su Rouyin, a novice, caught up with Charles Boone, the so-called master of oil painting, through this auction.

Under his guidance, her painting skills continued to improve, and after she was admitted to the Fine Arts Department of A University, she obtained the qualification for overseas study through this relationship.

Later, he even really became an official disciple of Charles Boone.

It is precisely thanks to this that Su Rouyin has so smoothly changed from an unknown novice to a so-called cutting-edge painter.

But in this life......

"Chuwei, you—how can you say that?"

Su Rouyin bit her lip, and her beautiful eyes instantly burst into tears.

"I'm already preparing for the art department of A...... University"

"Miss Song." Seeing his beloved little woman being wronged, Huo Beicheng suddenly had a cold face, hugged Su Rouyin into his arms, and said in a cold voice.

"I want you to know what respect is."

Yan Yu's long eyelashes moved, and her tone was sincere.

"I think honest expression is the greatest respect for people."

"You!"

"Alright, okay, my friends."

The middle-aged white man, who had been listening to them communicating in Chinese for a while, finally couldn't help but say and inadvertently interrupted Huo Beicheng.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The assistant in charge of the translation on the side suddenly stepped forward and whispered a few words to him.

"If you don't mind, I can give you a guide or two......

"Don't mind, of course don't!"

Su Rouyin's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly took out the painting she was carrying, and said carefully.

"Mr. Boone, this is my work......"

Huo Beicheng followed the translation.

Charles Boone unfolded the paper and glanced at it, but there was some unexpected surprise.

After a while, he put down the painting and said to the blind girl beside him.

"Song, your painting ......" but there is no hope at all.

"I think you're mistaken." Yan Yu didn't take out any paintings, just said.

"I'm not here to get 'help' from you today."

“…… Am I not qualified to instruct you?! ”

The "self-inflicted" painter with a broken arm's face sank, and he suddenly felt that he had been tricked.

The maiden god shook her head.

"I'm here this time to ask you to be a judge and decide the outcome of my painting and that of Miss Su." “

She slowly explained her intentions, met Su Rouyin's stunned gaze, and wrote a battle letter.

"As for the pointers...... Because I already have the best teachers. ”