Hearing her ask that question, the whole classroom started chattering and making noise again.

"So the goddess was really our senior! I thought the dean was just bragging!"

"Holy crap! This person never pays attention in sketching class and is still this good? He's a genius!"

"Tang Bai is really bold to ask such a question! No wonder she's the head of our painting department, awesome."

...

Mu Xiaocheng held the microphone and said calmly, "Everyone, please be quiet."

Although the sound wasn't loud, it was powerful enough.

In the blink of an eye, the classroom fell silent.

After a moment, she raised her eyes slightly, looked at the little girl not far away, and smiled: "It's really embarrassing that you all know about such an embarrassing thing."

The flamboyant and unrestrained girl raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

“Indeed. You’re right. When I used to take sketching classes, I would either watch TV series or draw comics and update my serialized works.”

"But my teacher, who is now Director Liao of the Painting Department, has never criticized me. Do you know why?"

Mu Xiaocheng stared directly at Tang Bai, her arrogant aura making people hesitant to look her in the eye.

Tang Bai shook his head: "I don't know."

Mu Xiaocheng smiled and said, "I believe everyone here knows that I won many painting awards when I was in college. The first award I won was in a sketching competition."

"Back then, Teacher Liao made a bold statement to the class: whoever could bring him a championship would be able to do whatever they wanted in his class."

"So, do you understand now?"

His tone was arrogant.

Yes, she carried the arrogance and confidence that belonged to Mu Xiaocheng.

Mu Xiaocheng looked at her, and Tang Bai paused for a moment before lowering his head.

"Now that I've said that, let me add one more thing. If any of you win first prize in the national sketching competition, you can do whatever you want in my class. I won't interfere."

"However, if you don't have that ability yet, then... you can listen to my experience as someone who's been there."

She didn't tell them to listen to her lectures properly.

Rather, it is experience.

Tang Bai bit his lower lip, then bowed deeply to Mu Xiaocheng and said, "I'm sorry, teacher."

After saying that, she sat down obediently.

Mu Xiaocheng smiled and waved her hand, then began today's lesson.

Actually, it's quite normal for outstanding students to have some pride.

She understood the student's actions.

Perhaps they saw that she was young and didn't have a high level of education, so they wanted to make things difficult for her.

To embarrass her.

However, since she is able to stand here, she naturally has the right to stand here.

—

Yundu, 6 PM.

Changying Bar.

As usual, Song Guiran went to the bar, looking for a certain figure.

To everyone's surprise, after searching the bar, they couldn't find him.

He was getting a little anxious.

No one answered the phone.

Song Guiran grabbed a passing waiter at random: "Where is that new girl here, Yuan Xi?"

"Yuan Xi? Is that the good-looking high school student?"

The waiter countered with a question.

"Yes, yes, yes! Where did she go?"

The waiter pointed towards the VIP room.

"She was just called to room 313."

313?

Song Guiran felt her right eyelid twitch and a bad premonition rose in her heart. She hurriedly ran to room 313.

Arriving at the entrance of room 313, Song Guiran didn't care about anything else and pushed open the door of the private room with a "bang".

He was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene before him.

Unable to think.

In the dim light, Yuan Xi was being pinned down, her clothes torn off in half...