Chapter 94 P - Makeup

Several teenagers rushed out aggressively. Most of the people in the park were their classmates, and it was easy to find a small group of eight people of similar age.

To ensure they caught those scumbags, the group of five split up and called on a few classmates they were on good terms with to help them find the scumbags. When they learned that Sheng Xia had been bullied and cried by some thugs, the hot-blooded, immature teenagers couldn't stand it and their eyes were filled with the urge to kill them.

Surrounded by water features, with pavilions and towers scattered throughout, this park is a grand place for leisurely strolls. Tourists can be seen taking photos with their mobile phones on the stone bridges and connecting corridors around the lake.

Before Chu Beiling could find those people, he ran into Lin Tingdao.

Seeing him rushing to run away as if being chased by a tiger, Lin Tingdao couldn't help but tease him: "Little Prince Fanfan, you have to go and fight yourself. Who is so bold?"

Young people's thoughts are hard to hide, and when they heard Lin Tingdao say this, their faces turned as colorful as an overturned palette of paints.

Chu Beiling stammered, "Teacher, you know."

Lin Tingdao narrowed his eyes, and his tone immediately became serious: "You really want to go fight?"

Chu Beiling felt a little guilty and didn't know what to say for a moment, so she looked away.

Lin Tingdao turned his gaze directly to Xing Yu beside him: "You speak."

Xing Yu thought for a moment and then briefly explained the reason.

"Do you think I'm dead? You dare to organize a fight right under my nose? You're really something, really something, oh my," Lin Tingdao said, hands on his hips, almost laughing in anger. "Find everyone right now."

My phone rang; it was Li Dong.

Lin Tingdao: "Turn on speakerphone."

Chu Beiling had no choice but to comply. Li Dong's cold voice came through the receiver: "Found it, come over quickly."

After asking for the address, Lin Tingdao took the phone and solemnly told him, "Stand still and don't move."

Li Dong always does things his own way and doesn't listen to any advice once he's made a decision. Lin Tingdao was afraid something might really happen, so he grabbed the two boys and rushed over there.

By the pond, Li Dong was already in a frenzy, kicking them one by one into the water with several sweeping kicks, while Sheng Xia was protected behind Xu Tunan, who was ready to fight at any moment.

Seeing that Li Dong was being ambushed and was about to collapse, Chu Beiling rushed forward, but was pulled back by Xing Yu and Lin Tingdao on either side.

She took another step and casually pulled Xing Yu back as he was walking forward.

Lin Tingdao said irritably, "You two, stand still and don't move."

Lin Tingdao, whose vision was blurring, saw that his stern words had no effect. He had no choice but to rush into the crowd, pull out the furious Li Dong, twist the fist that was swinging at him behind his back, and push it forward. "Stop and don't move."

I won't touch you—

Before the word "Mom" could even be uttered, the leading boy shut his mouth under Lin Tingdao's extremely intimidating gaze.

There is a clear distinction between teachers and students. Even though Lin Tingdao is quite young and beautiful, a teacher is still a teacher and can be recognized at a glance. Half of their group was kicked into the water by Li Dong, and now students wearing the same school uniforms surrounded them.

These students are considered good students by teachers and parents at the school. They bully others in secret, relying on their good-natured appearance and the fact that the other party dares not fight back and no one dares to report them, which makes them act with impunity.

Naturally, they didn't want to escalate the situation again.

They climbed out of the water with grim faces and slunk away.

The troublemakers have fled, and the conflict has temporarily come to an end.

But for the mischievous monkeys of Class 13, things had only just begun.

Lin Tingdao smiled as he looked at the five brats who had launched their attack: "You lot are quite something, aren't you? I only let you out for a few hours, and you've already become lawless? Come on, come on! Tell me, are you planning to act like a cool kid from a shonen anime, or do you want everyone to see how amazing and capable you are? Should I build you a stage for your performance?!"

The gentle and soft Wu dialect, when used to reprimand someone, can send chills down your spine; it's even more terrifying than a harsh reprimand.

The young men and women held their breath, trembling, not daring to utter a single word in rebuttal.

"I know you're doing this for your friends, but there are many ways to solve things. Besides, I'm here, so what are you trying to prove? You all ganging up on them, what, do you think gang fights are fun, exciting, and cool?! What if something happens and you get hurt!"

Lin Tingdao grew angrier the more he thought about it: "You bunch of people are so idle, you like to show off, you like to let everyone see how capable you are. Fine, there are a lot of tourists in the park today, you can set up a stall and draw portraits for them, and show everyone how amazing and capable you are."

Xu Tunan: "Teacher Lin, are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?!" Lin Tingdao announced a number: "Once you've paid up, I'll deal with you bunch of troublesome little brats."

Chu Beiling: "Teacher, if a tourist takes a head, where are we supposed to find it for you? We can't just draw two copies!"

Lin Tingdao seemed to have just remembered this question: "Then draw two copies."

Others: "..."

Without giving them a chance to argue, Lin Tingdao stormed off.

Chu Beiling shrugged helplessly, and after holding it in for a while, she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I really didn't mean to."

The others didn't seem to blame him; they exchanged glances and burst out laughing inexplicably.

He had already vented his anger, and even if he was punished, he thought that everyone should share the burden, which unexpectedly gave rise to some absurd thoughts of galloping on horseback.

They looked at each other and laughed for a long time.

Xu Tunan suggested, "If the five of us draw each other, we can draw fewer pictures."

The other four shook their heads in unison. Li Dong said, "The four of us can draw for each other, so you can forget about it."

Xu Tunan looked aggrieved: "Are you really going to kick me out now?! That's not fair!"

Chu Beiling said softly, "TuTu~ I want to be a human being, please let me go."

Xu Tunan: "Chu Fanfan, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

The group of people, laughing and joking, went back to the attic to pack up their painting supplies and then set up a stall in the park.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, the boomerang was stuck in his body. Chu Beiling couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it.

But his smile quickly vanished. He was speechless with frustration and so irritable that he wanted to quit.

Drawing portraits wasn't the most frustrating thing for Young Master Chu; he was used to it. But usually, when drawing portraits in an art studio, it was mostly done with plaster casts or by copying. Even if you invited a model over, they would sit still for hours.

Tourists are lucky if they can stay still for ten minutes.

They were pressed for time and had a heavy workload. With only three hours left, they had to work on thirty heads. Even Chu Beiling's sketching speed was a bit of a struggle, and every time a tourist moved, he had to find the right dynamic pose again.

What's most frustrating is that tourists whose paintings are being done would occasionally get up, glance over, and point at the painting.

To give a comment—

"I don't think your drawing looks very realistic. I can draw anything."

“My daughter’s school has a hand-drawn poster assignment, and I don’t know how to draw. Anyway, you have the tools to draw something for my daughter. It’s not difficult and can be done in a few minutes.”

"Hey, my kid wants to learn to draw recently, how about you teach him for free?"

"I heard that you art students spend 150,000 yuan a year. Is that a money pit?"

@#￥%%&*……

Such remarks, like those of Chu Beiling dancing in a minefield, gave the young master a headache and annoyed him to no end. He wanted to create something that would drive the whole world crazy—let whoever wants to paint this painting paint it, I'm done.

Suddenly, the sound of iced cola touching his cheek caused a firecracker about to explode to suddenly fall silent and disappear into Xing Yu's smiling gaze.

Xing Yu raised an eyebrow: "You've got quite a temper."

Chu Beiling chuckled awkwardly and took the Coke from his hand: "You have no idea how much those people were nagging me. I'd better go do some plastering; at least no one will be nagging me incessantly."

Xing Yu sat down on a stone nearby: "Just pretend they're singing."

"You seem to be in a good mood." Chu Beiling raised an eyebrow.

He said, "I'm really in a good mood."

The afternoon sun was intense, and Xing Yu's hair shimmered with dazzling light. His deep-set eyes were like obsidian, and his slightly upturned lips carried a hint of cynicism.

Xing Yu has a cold personality, and his skin is even colder. His fair skin is almost transparent in the sunlight. Chu Beiling's gaze swept over his eyebrows with the cinnabar mole, down to his narrow, slightly upturned eyes, then his high nose bridge, and finally settled on his lips.

Now that there was no one in front of him, Chu Beiling suddenly became playful, hooked her index finger and picked out a bit of Burgundy red from the paint box, then leaned over and cupped his face in her hands.

Xing Yu suddenly tensed his jawline, but did not dodge: "Chu Beiling, don't do anything rash."

“How is this messing around?” Chu Beiling smiled maliciously. “You look terrible. Let me help you with your makeup.”

Xing Yu glanced down at the red stain, then looked up with a hint of danger in his eyes: "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Without waiting for a reply, Chu Beiling pressed her fingertip to his lips. The moment the paint spread, Xing Yu's eyelashes trembled, like cicada wings fluttering in the scorching summer.

"Chu Beiling." Xing Yu grabbed his wrist and pulled him away: "You'll bear the consequences of your actions."

Young Master Chu was not one to be deterred by a mere warning. The more he was told not to do it, the more determined he became: "I'm going to wear this makeup today."

Xing Yu pursed his lips and leaned back, but Chu Beiling forcefully pinched his chin and pulled him back to her side.

Xing Yu intervened, giving a final warning: "Don't disobey me."

Chu Beiling suddenly spoke up: "Brother Ayu."

Xing Yu's breath hitched, and Chu Beiling, seeing that he was softening, continued her offensive: "Let me finish, okay!"

After a brief standoff, Xing Yu relented, opening his mouth in agreement and staring intently at Chu Beiling with burning eyes, waiting for him to finish.

Their eyes met, and Xing Yu's gaze seemed to scald him. Chu Beiling suddenly felt hot, and even the fingertips that had brushed against Xing Yu's thin lips began to burn and go numb.

A pause of a few quarters of an hour—

Chu Beiling quickly applied a layer of shimmering red to Xing Yu's thin lips, then raised her hand and brushed her fingertips across the corners of his upturned eyes.

Young Master Chu looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Yes, Xing Yu should be like this, combining nobility and elegance, shimmering and alluring.

"I've had enough fun!" Xing Yu lifted his eyelids and spoke casually.

Chu Beiling smiled and nodded, her irritability completely dissipated, and she couldn't be happier: "I've had enough fun."

"Okay." Xing Yu nodded slightly, his dark eyes staring straight at him.

Chu Beiling watched as his fingertips brushed against his thin lips, wiping the Burgundy red rouge off his lips and rubbing it between his fingers. The young master sensed something was wrong and was about to run away when Chu Beiling grabbed him and pressed him back into the chair.

"You can't do this," said Young Master Chu.

Xing Yu asked, "You can set fires, but I can't use electric lights?!"

"Yes," Chu Beiling replied confidently.

Xing Yu: "Don't you want to wipe it off?"

Chu Beiling nodded vigorously.

“Fine.” Xing Yu raised an eyebrow. “Then beg me.”

"No way!" Chu Beiling turned his face away, but Xing Yu hooked his chin and turned his face back.

Xing Yu lowered his eyes, pressed his thumb, stained with mottled red, to Chu Beiling's lips, and slowly and gently wiped them away.

Chu Beiling stopped breathing, momentarily forgetting to resist, and just stared blankly at him, letting him do as he pleased.

After wiping his lips, Xing Yu didn't let go. He held his hand tightly, pressing it against the corner of his lips and moving it up and down, as if he wanted to crawl in and pull out his teeth.

Xing Yu had indulged him for a long time, letting him do whatever he wanted, to the point that the young master had forgotten his habit of seeking revenge on the spot.

"You reap what you sow." Chu Beiling was prepared for Xing Yu to stick his tongue in his mouth and pull out his teeth. Whether out of a sudden burst of kindness or because he saw that there were only a few tourists around, Heizhi Tangyuan did not do so.

I smeared a few dots of red on his lips, behind his ears, his swan-like neck, and his collarbone, and then let him go.

Xing Yu raised his chin: "It's the same now."

Chu Beiling turned on the front-facing camera and glanced at her current appearance.

The former was uncooperative, and the latter was deliberately stained by someone; both boys had some red smudges outside their lip lines.

—The same red, shimmering brightly under the blazing sunlight.

A scene from a movie he had once seen flashed through Chu Beiling's mind: after the male and female protagonists kissed passionately, both of their lips were smudged with lipstick.

A passionate, chaotic, ambiguous red.

Even though he and Xing Yu hadn't done anything, Chu Beiling felt like they had just shared a passionate kiss.

He was completely devoured by Xing Yu.