CIATB Chapter 46 He Paints Her?
Chapter 46 He Paints Her?
The commotion in the cafeteria came to an end with Su Wanqing's disheveled escape and the quiet departure of the five Maybachs.
But the enormous waves it stirred up have only just begun to ferment wildly in the pond of Jiangzhou University.
It is foreseeable that for a long time to come, terms like "Cafeteria Queen," "Century Showdown," and "Mysterious Rich Woman" will firmly occupy the top three spots on the campus forum's trending topics list.
The person who started all of this was now leaning back contentedly in the soft Nappa leather seat of the Maybach, a victor's smile playing on his lips.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat awkward.
Zhang Yan stared straight ahead, as if studying the back of the driver's head.
He could clearly feel the woman beside him casting a gaze that, like tiny hooks, gently brushed against his cheek.
"Is it pretty?"
In the end, it was Nie Qingcheng who couldn't hold back any longer and took the initiative to come closer, her warm breath spraying onto his ear.
Zhang Yan didn't turn around: "What?"
"Me?"
Nie Qingcheng puffed out her chest confidently. Beneath the collar of her beige trench coat was a well-tailored white silk shirt, the seatbelt creating a breathtaking curve. "Wasn't I cool, sister?"
The tone was like that of a Persian cat that had won a fight and was wagging its tail, waiting for its owner's praise.
In Zhang Yan's mind, Su Wanqing's deathly pale face flashed before his eyes, along with her last, suppressed sobs as she staggered away.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a fair assessment.
"That's pretty ruthless."
"ruthless?"
Nie Qingcheng seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. She stretched out a slender finger and gently poked Zhang Yan's cheek. "You little rascal, get this straight, I was helping you clear away the wildflowers."
"I've already shown you mercy by letting you run away crying, since I'm in a good mood today."
Her voice carried an innate, unquestionable domineering quality.
Zhang Yan did not refute.
Because at that very moment, the cold, mechanical voice in his mind arrived as expected.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have perfectly completed the hidden mission: The Queen's Possessiveness!]
[Mission Rating: S-Rank! (Nip potential romantic interests in the bud with swift and decisive action, assert dominance with extreme pampering, and perfectly appease the jealous person on the verge of a meltdown.)]
[Task rewards are being distributed...]
[Congratulations, host, you have obtained a divine-level skill: Divine Painting (Grandmaster Level)!]
[Skill Description: The host will master all painting techniques from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, including but not limited to traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, sketching, printmaking... Every stroke will contain the essence of Tao, and every painting can become a timeless classic.]
[Passive Talent: Fairy in the Painting (Your paintings will have a captivating charm on the opposite sex (especially specific targets), drawing them into dreams or calming their minds.)]
Countless pieces of knowledge and insights about light and shadow, structure, color, and artistic conception flooded Zhang Yan's mind like a burst dam.
At this moment, all the pinnacle of human art history transformed into his most primal instincts.
He subconsciously looked out the window.
The rapidly receding street scene was no longer just simple buildings and traffic in his eyes.
They were flowing, dynamic paintings composed of countless blocks of color, lines, and light and shadow.
He can even calculate the perspective of each building and the hundreds of subtle color changes reflected by the setting sun on the car window in an instant.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time and was just staring blankly out the window, Nie Qingcheng pinched his arm with some dissatisfaction.
Zhang Yan snapped out of his daze and was about to say it was nothing when Nie Qingcheng suddenly remembered something, and her beautiful fox-like eyes lit up instantly.
"Oh, right!"
She clapped her hands and leaned even closer, almost pressing herself against him. "You haven't kept your promise from the cafeteria."
Zhang Yan was taken aback: "What?"
"Draw it!"
Nie Qingcheng stretched out her slender white finger and tapped her cheek, a sly smile curving her lips. "You, draw my portrait."
She pronounced the words "you" and "me" with exceptional clarity.
"Consider this your thank-you gift for today."
Looking at her breathtakingly beautiful face so close to his own, Zhang Yan felt a sense of absurdity.
"I'll draw you??" Was that what she meant before?
And is this system equipped with surveillance?
Or is it that it can predict the future?
The skills were just given, and the test came immediately.
"What? You don't want to?"
Seeing that he remained silent, Nie Qingcheng narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Or... do you simply not know how?"
Zhang Yan met her gaze and calmly replied, "Yes."
"That's fine then."
Nie Qingcheng was satisfied. She leaned back in her chair and stretched lazily, her graceful curves fully revealed beneath her close-fitting clothes.
As if she had suddenly thought of a fun game, her eyes sparkled, and she beckoned to Zhang Yan with her finger.
"So tell me now, what kind of drawing do you want?"
There was an obvious, malicious seduction in her voice.
"Wearing a trench coat? Or a shirt?"
As she spoke, she slowly and deliberately unbuckled the belt of her trench coat, revealing the fine silk shirt underneath.
The shirt was only buttoned up to her chest, and with each breath, glimpses of her snow-white skin appeared and disappeared.
"or……"
Her fingertips landed on the first button, as if to unbutton it.
"You want to draw something... different?"
In that instant, the air inside the carriage seemed to be ignited.
Zhang Yan's breath hitched for a moment, and his throat bobbed.
His gaze, uncontrollably, fell upon her stunning curves.
That face that could bring ruin to a nation, that S-cup figure that could drive any man mad, and those fox-like eyes that always held a hook, but now seemed to say "take what you want"...
An absurd yet incredibly clear thought suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind.
"Draw me, just like those French women you draw."
That classic movie line automatically came to mind, accompanied by Nie Qingcheng's soft and alluring voice.
Immediately afterwards, an image unfolded uncontrollably in his mind—
On the soft velvet chaise lounge, this usually aloof queen shed all pretense and defenses, wearing only her favorite silk robe, lying lazily on her side... no, she didn't even have a robe.
She revealed her most perfect and private side to him without reservation.
Sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a holy and enchanting halo over her silky-smooth skin.
He sat to the side, holding a paintbrush, the sole and absolute master of this exquisite painting.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
Zhang Yan could clearly hear his own heart pounding out of control.
He felt his throat was dry, and his body temperature was rising uncontrollably.
Just a second before his dangerous thought was about to slip out.
In my mind, that cold, mechanical voice, in an unprecedented, bold, and red font, frantically flooded the screen!
[Warning! Warning! This is a no-go zone! The host is dancing the tango wildly on the edge of a cliff!]
[System prompt: Showing off is cool, but your life is more important! Host, please pull back from the brink immediately!]
[One more friendly tip: Impulsiveness is the devil; you can't regret it once the sun rises!]