The time was getting closer and closer to noon, and the people in front of the special booth were gathering more and more, and Jiang Wanqing was like a seat with the last wave of girls participating in the competition.

The moment her shallow eyes were raised lightly, she looked at a pair of disdainful and disdainful eyes, and the corners of Jiang Wanqing's mouth were slightly pulled up and she was holding a pen and ink very casually, as if she had never seen her.

Seeing that he was nakedly ignored, Lu Yi was instantly unhappy in his heart, but after thinking about it, he was too.

She shouldn't be as knowledgeable as Jiang Wanqing for a mere unknown, anyway, she is the ultimate leader, and when the time comes, she will humiliate her when she looks up to herself.

Lu Yan tore the handkerchief in his arms with sharp fingertips, and the corners of his mouth skimmed proudly, even feeling that they were the same, anyway, they were all her foils and wasting her time to meet Senior Brother Chuan.

Her eyes inadvertently looked at the gazebo that was covered by a hazy mist not far away, recalling the last time Senior Brother Chuan was also estranged from her, and a trace of resentment faintly floated in her eyes while she was excited and expectant.

Of course, Lu Yi never thought deeply about the true purpose of Su Yaochuan's painting appreciation party, thinking that he could get closer to him infinitely if he was the leader, but he didn't know the gap between their identities.

What is the reason for the disciple to really treat a miscellaneous peak girl differently.

In the mist of the mist, Su Yaochuan's eyes were also looking at this side, but instead of looking at her, he found a special name from the selection of people participating in the competition - Jiang Wanqing.

This person is the younger sister of the little junior sister he admires.

Because of this relationship, Su Yaochuan faintly looked forward to Jiang Wanqing's final results.

At this moment, the competition has begun, Jiang Wanqing's heart is very quiet, gently holding the pen and slightly ink, thinking about it while not being in a hurry at all.

The flower painted by Lu Yi is the water hibiscus, the lotus of dyeing.

There are many flowers that can overpower the green lotus, there are proud bones and cold plums on the left, Lingshuang Douxue, and there are gentlemen's orchids on the right, elegant and refined, and delicate as camellia fairies and so on.

I heard that she had already been empty-sighted and strategizing from the beginning.

The corners of Jiang Wanqing's lips were slightly raised, and her smile contained absolute confidence.

The king of flowers, only peony, the national color is fragrant, and the beauty is overwhelming, and I don't know that my ice peony is drunk with the moon, Lu Yi, you can't catch it.

Jiang Wanqing's painting has not yet been sealed, and butterflies have been circling around her, but they do not fall, as if the dream flower is not finished.

The eyes of countless people have been fixed on Jiang Wanqing's location at this moment, or they are amazed, or they are talking, but no matter what, everyone's eyes are more or less respectful, including Jian Yuan, who has been mocking and despising her from the beginning.

Jian Yuan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and after carefully confirming it again, he only felt that his face was hot, not only did he not see the show, but he was also taught a lesson for no reason, and the more he thought about it, the more ashamed Jian Yuan left.

Lu Yi's location was opposite Jiang Wanqing, so he couldn't see her paintings, and he didn't care about their actions and was extremely disdainful, just thinking that they were rare and strange.

Can Jiang Wanqing's "ugly" painting be compared to her water hibiscus? It's simply impossible.

Lu Yi was extremely sure in his heart, until the final selection of paintings was not exhibited, and the best batch before was all sent to the pavilion where Qingshuang Gongzi was.

She was finally going to meet Senior Brother Chuan up close again.

Lu Yi was looking forward to it, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

She waited, waited, and finally waited for a man in a moon-white robe to come through the fog, and his delicate and handsome face was as warm as jade and a gentle smile, as if he was coming straight towards her.

Her face was agitated and uneasy, and with a shy obsessive flush, she watched the man she liked get closer and closer to her, one step, two steps, three steps......