Chapter 35
The Real Young Miss's Secret Identities Revealed
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âI like your drawings very much...â
The girl wearing black-rimmed glasses and carrying a backpack ran to Jiang Manâs side and said nervously.
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She was a second-year in high school who liked drawing, Hu Miao. She usually liked Fox comics and was a die-hard fan.
âThis is a collection of my drawings! They are all your works...â She rummaged through her bag and took out two booklets, handing them to Jiang Man.
âI have been learning your style. This is my painting. Can you take a look?â
If she could get comments and pointers from her idol, it would definitely be helpful to Hu Miao. She was a little nervous and expectant.
âWhat is this?!â
Jiang Man, who was in a bad mood, saw her take out the crumpled paper and pushed it away in disgust.
âYou have the nerve to take it out when you are painting like this?â Jiang man said arrogantly as if Fox was really her.
Hu Miao was an introvert, so it was not easy for her to muster up the courage to talk to her idol in front of everyone.
At that moment, Hu Miao was being ridiculed, so her eyes turned reddish and she lowered her head. Her face was red like a tomato and tears were about to fall.
âCan I have a look?â
Jiang Li walked to Hu Miaoâs side and patted her shoulder gently, conveying some encouragement.
These paintings seemed to have no structure and were somewhat abstract, but they actually had the profound meaning that the artist wanted to express.
An artist who had a unique style and energy was something that could only be encountered by chance and not sought after.
When Jiang Li saw Hu Miao, she had a feeling that she wanted to cherish Hu Miaoâs talent, so she stepped forward to help Hu Miao.
âOkay, here you are...â Hu Miao handed over the paintings.
Jiang Manâs lackey crossed her arms and said sarcastically, âYouâre just a country bumpkin from the countryside. How can you understand a painting?â
âSo what if Iâm from the countryside? Youâre from the city, but you canât even speak human language.â
Jiang Li was being sarcastic. Jiang Li looked at her angry face and ignored her.
âThere are too many traces of copying Fox in your style, so youâve lost your own characteristics and meaning. Your basic skills are very good, and you have your own ideas, so you can totally follow your own way...â
âIf you blindly imitate, your highest achievement will only be to be second to Fox, and you will never be Hu Miao.â
No matter how realistic the high-level imitation was, its value would not surpass the original author, because a fake was a fake.
Many people did not understand such a simple principle, including the woman who stole Jiang Manâs paintings but was able to hold her head high, Jiang Man.
âThank you!â
Hu Miaoâs eyes turned from blank to clear, The parts that she could not figure out had been pointed out by Jiang Li with just a few words.
It was a feeling of enlightenment!
âYouâre welcome.â Jiang Li looked at the woman who was staring at her with a bitter look in the distance. She deliberately said in a voice that could be heard around him, âAlthough Iâm not as good as her, I know the principle of being humble. It seems that the expert is really different...â
Those two casual lines reminded everyone of Jiang Manâs attitude just now, and they started to discuss secretly.
Jiang Li felt that someone was staring at him from afar. She looked around and found that it was Fu Jiuxiao.
He had not left yet? After buying the painting, was he going to sell it on the spot?
âLetâs go...â Jiang Li and Su Tongtong left the art exhibition without much interest.
On the contrary, Fu Jiuxiao looked at Jiang Liâs back thoughtfully. Her words just now had hit the nail on the head.
There was even a hint of an expertâs attitude. âHow much more are you hiding from me? This is getting more and more interesting,â Fu Jiuxiao said in a low voice as he looked at Foxâs printed introduction at the bottom of the magazineâs serial page. âCould that person that even I couldnât find be you?â
âNinth Master? Are we going back?â
The assistant looked at him and did not dare to interrupt him.