Reborn Mistress’ Scumbag Manual

  Chapter 151 Admission to the Academy of Art

  His eyes were gradually covered with bloodshot eyes, thin and dense, his eyes were scarlet, and the veins on his forehead were protruding, ferocious like little blue snakes burrowing into his skin, looking extremely terrifying! The thin lips twitched uncontrollably, and her mood was very turbulent.

   Such golden lines are so familiar to him, they are so familiar that they are almost engraved in the bottom of his heart, like a brand, and it burns constantly, reminding him that life would be worse than death when he was branded with a soldering iron!

  When his parents died, when Que Yan's parents died, these hideous lines took their lives!

  Holding the drawing paper, he firmly grasped the corner of the table with his hands, scratching the extremely hard corner of the table, and erupted with a power that was completely beyond what ordinary humans should have!

   It was just the paper he held in his hand, but it was intact.

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  Que Yan, who was holding the computer downstairs, trembled violently, her face turned pale, as if she had been frightened by something.

  She suppressed the panic in her eyes, and suddenly looked up at the stairs on the second floor.

  Some of the servants in the house still looked normal and didn't notice anything.

  Que Yan suppressed the fear and trembling in her heart, held the computer in her arms with one hand, like a comfort, supported the sofa with the other hand, and slowly stood up.

  Controlling his weak legs firmly, he slowly walked up to the second floor step by step. In addition to fear, endless worries poured out of his heart.

  She gritted her teeth, cold sweat dripped out from her forehead. It took several minutes to reach the door of a room on the second floor, raised his hand and knocked on the door, his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Second cousin..."

  The aura that exploded in the room like mountains and seas quickly subsided after the knock on the door.

   Que Yan grabbed the doorknob to prevent her legs from falling. The bottom of my heart was instantly relieved.

   Half a minute later, the door was swiped open, Que Yan was holding on to the doorknob, and almost stumbled and fell.

   Que Ze held her arm, his face was pale, and his eyes were darkened when he looked at her. The whites of his eyes seemed to be missing for some reason, and his eyes looked abnormal.

  Que Yan was supported to stand firm, met her cousin's gaze, and flinched a bit.

  She had never seen such a cousin before, but she was instinctively afraid.

  Also instinctively worried.

  She couldn't hold back, and called out again in a low voice: "Second cousin."

   Que Ze paused for a few seconds, and said "um", his voice became hoarse.

  He glanced at Que Yan and said, "Come in." There was a strange coldness in his voice, as if his emotions had faded a lot.

  What people usually say "without emotion" refers to a state of mind that has no emotional changes and is very flat, but it is not really emotionless.

  Man is always an emotional creature, not a machine.

  However, Que Ze's emotions as a human being are much weaker now.

  Que Yan couldn't tell what it was like, but her heart that had just let go was pulled up again, with unknown fear.

  She shrank her head and followed Que Ze in, and caught a glimpse of a very beautiful painting he put on the desk, as well as the cracked corner of the desk that couldn't be ignored.

   Que Ze handed her a chair.

   Que Yan pulled her over and sat down obediently, not as lively as before.

  She glanced at Que Ze with the end of her eyes, but after a while, she couldn't help but glance at the painting.

  She wants to take a look.

  She always felt that the painting was very beautiful, but there seemed to be something on it.

   But she didn't see clearly just now, and now she can't see clearly.

   Que Ze remained silent all this time, after noticing Que Yan's eyes, there was some emotional ups and downs on his indifferent face. He asked, "What are you looking at?"

  Que Yan was speechless, she thought for a while, then she shook her head and replied in a low voice: "I think there seems to be something on it..."

   Que Ze's mood swings became more obvious: "What?"

   Que Yan was helpless: "I didn't see clearly, can you take a closer look?"

   Que Ze paused for a moment on Que Yan's back with dull eyes, retracted his gaze, and said lightly: "No. Okay, you go out. Don't come up to the second floor today."

  Que Yan nodded, stood up, and stopped before going out: "Second cousin, are you alright?"

   Que Ze looked at her for a few seconds before replying, "It's okay, don't worry." His tone was a little tired, but it wasn't like before, without a trace of humanity, and his indifference made people scared.

   Que Yan really felt relieved.

  The second cousin has changed back.

  She nodded, and returned to the living room with the tablet in her arms. A small figure nestled on the sofa, poking her head on the tablet.

  Que Ze stood at the stairs, stared at Que Yan against his back for a while, then turned and went back to the room.

  After Que Ze left, Que Yan finally relaxed, while stroking her back strangely.

  Her second cousin, why are you staring at her back?

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   Que Ze returned to the room, picked up the painting, and touched it with his fingers. In his dark eyes, emotions surged, and his heart was heavy.

  He picked up the phone and dialed the number.

  The other end was quickly connected, and a lazy voice came: "What are you doing?"

   Que Ze lowered his eyes, his eyes were gentle and dense, like a swamp that dragged people into drowning, and he called out in a low voice: "Nannan."

   Lu Nan lazily said "um", "What's the matter? Tell me quickly if you have something to do, I want to make a movie."

   Que Ze didn't have anything to say, but just wanted to hear her voice, so he called again: "Nan Nan."

  Lu Nan was quiet for two seconds, took the phone from his ear to his eyes, made sure he read the contact correctly, and then replied, "Que Ze, are you sick?"

   Que Ze laughed a few times when he heard the little girl's cold voice with a touch of threat and impatience, and replied: "Yes."

  Lu Nan: "..." Something wrong!

   Hang up.

   Que Ze wasn't angry when he hung up the phone, he could even imagine the little girl was extremely impatient by him, her bright eyebrows and eyes bursting out with a lively look of boredom that she never concealed.

  He is indeed sick, but knowing that she is fine, that's all.

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  The set.

   Lu Nan sat on a chair, hung up Que Ze's inexplicable phone call, his brows and eyes were a little irritable.

  Peng Xingwen yelled "Cut", and immediately greeted Lu Nan: "Lu Xiaonan is ready, it's the last scene between you and Si Ling. Si Ling is ready, and try to take fewer shots later!"

  Si Ling's face turned red. He lowered his head and answered in a low voice, "Okay."

  She no longer has much confidence in herself.

   Lu Nan responded indifferently, the last scene, too lazy to press the show.

  The phone that had just hung up rang again.

   Lu Nan frowned irritably, thinking it was Que Ze again, picked it up and saw that it was a string of numbers, someone he didn't know.

  She connected, and an old but still angry voice came from the phone: "Girl Lu, you want to put aside the good Imperial Academy of Fine Arts and go to a crappy art academy?"

   is Song Lao.

   Lu Nan lowered his eyes, and called out respectfully: "Teacher." She agreed to be a registered student, and the teacher's call was justified.

  Song Yuanren was very angry at first, but when he heard Lu Nan say "teacher" obediently, half of his anger subsided. But the voice was still very unhappy: "Aren't you the emperor who applied for the exam? What's going on now? The old man heard that you have been admitted by Hongya Art Institute."

   I don’t know if you understand, those lines are terrible for other people to use

  (end of this chapter)