Gradually, the last bit of spirituality in her finally disappeared.

Yuan Ya knew very well that at present, she could not even compare to Wen Xi's discarded draft, let alone the painting of "Dragon".

She could still try hard in the cultural subjects, but the professional subjects...

Yuan Ya felt extremely nervous after realizing this once again.

Under the current circumstances, Wen Xi's existence will be the biggest obstacle in her way forward.

How can we remove this stumbling block quietly?

Yuan Ya slapped her face covered with cream with a heavy heart.

Suddenly, a bold idea came to my mind.

If this method succeeds, not only will Wen Xi be easily trampled underfoot, but she will also be kicked out of the calligraphy and painting world. If she still wants to paint at that time, she will probably only be able to be his ghostwriter!

Holding the USB drive tightly in her hand, Yuan Ya thought more and more that it was feasible, but she would have to wait for an opportunity to do so.

Now... she had to solve the problem at hand - she was running out of money.

Yuan Ya stood up and walked towards Wen Xi's desk.

This is where I saw the scrapped draft last time.

That idiot Wen Xi should be happily running around the playground with her fat best friend right now, right? That's plenty of time for her to find something.

Yuan Ya locked the door and started searching.

The newly replaced sketchbook in the drawer was empty, and the desk was covered with exercise books from various subjects...

I searched for a long time but found nothing. Just as I was about to start working on the computer, there was a knock on the door.

She hurriedly restored the items on the desk according to her memory.

I didn't expect Wen Xi and the others to come back early, and I was a little flustered for a while.

"I just took a shower and locked the door in case someone broke in. But I forgot about it right after I finished showering. Look at my poor memory. I'm so embarrassed."

Yuan Ya opened the door calmly and let the two in with a smile.

"It's okay, squad leader."

Yunshan had no doubt about it.

As soon as she entered the dormitory, she rushed into the bathroom.

Wen Xi walked to the table and was slightly stunned when she put the sports bracelet on the table.

After a strange look flashed in her eyes, she quickly returned to normal and continued doing what she had to do.

Yuan Ya felt relieved when she saw that she didn't have any unusual reaction.

Luckily, she wasn't discovered, otherwise it would be difficult to tamper with her entry in the future...

Just as the two of them were thinking about their own things, Wen Xi's phone rang.

"Little Creek!"

"Hao Bian?"

Wen Xi was a little surprised.

She didn't expect that the editor of "Fireworks" would call her so late.

"It's so late, what are you doing..."

"Just after the meeting, there's good news!!!" After a round of flattery, Hao Kaixin couldn't wait to say, "Xiaoxi, you are really the lucky star of our magazine!"

"Lucky star?"

"Yes! I've decided! From now on, I will worship you and burn three incense sticks for you every day!"

Wen Xi's mouth twitched slightly.

Why does this sound weird?

"Forget it, Editor Hao, there's no need for this incense. What on earth do you want to see me about so late at night?"

"Of course it's a good thing! Anyway, thanks to you, our magazine is completely saved this time!!!"

"Isn't that a bit too much?"

Wen Xi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Her paintings did help improve the magazine's sales, but it would be a bit of an exaggeration to say that they completely led the magazine to success.

It is important for people to know themselves, and she is still clear about her own weight. In the more than a year since her rebirth, she has only gone from being an unknown little transparent to a slightly famous little painter.

"What's heavy? It's not heavy at all. Chu Tang, you know that, right?"

"Know."

Not only do they know, they have also dealt with each other.