Chapter 126 I Want to See Who Dares to Delete
Meng Tang threw down the mouse and ran out holding the phone.
Xie Lingyin followed up by shouting, "Where are you going?"
"Wei Chuan is back." Meng Tang said without turning his head, "I'll go downstairs."
Xie Lingyin and Shi Lan smiled at each other and got drunk again.
Having candy to eat every now and then makes life very comfortable.
Wei Chuan was wearing a black sports suit, a baseball cap, and his hands in his pockets like a Bking, attracting the attention of passers-by.
He lowered his eyelashes, glanced at the two girls who were about to pass by him, and said, "You two have walked in front of me three times."
When the two girls heard this, they were so embarrassed that they dug their toes into the ground and ran away, pushing each other.
At this moment, Meng Tang ran over, and Bking instantly transformed into a giant sweet brother.
After not seeing each other for ten days, both of them felt a little shy and a little awkward.
"Let's go eat?" Wei Chuan scratched his head.
"Now?" Meng Tang was surprised. "It's only four o'clock."
After she finished speaking, she immediately felt a little regretful.
If Wei Chuan left, why did she come down here?
Fortunately, Wei Chuan had some nerve. He grabbed Meng Tang's wrist and tightened it, as if to satisfy his desire: "Then let's go for a walk and eat later."
After saying that, he let go of her hand.
Meng Tang turned and walked forward, and he followed her, walking half a body width apart from her, almost touching her.
Wei Chuan lowered his head and asked, "Why didn't you send me a goodnight message yesterday?"
Meng Tang paused and looked up at him: "Sorry, I forgot."
"It's okay." Wei Chuan smiled, "I thought something was wrong with you and you weren't paying attention during training."
Fortunately, it was the last day, and I managed to get away with it without Old He noticing.
Meng Tang hesitated for a moment and said, "Something really happened that affected my mood, and it hasn't been resolved yet."
"What's wrong?" Wei Chuan held her, his eyes full of worry. "Tell me, I'll help you solve it."
Meng Tang laughed: "I haven't even said anything yet, and you can solve it for me?"
Wei Chuan looked into her eyes and whispered, "As long as you tell me, I can solve anything for you. Did someone bully you?"
Meng Tang curled his lips subconsciously and whispered, "It was a competition I participated in last year. Someone cheated to get me in. Later, I withdrew from the competition, and then they accused me of cheating. The person who cheated was completely invisible."
Wei Chuan asked: "Who is the organizer?"
Meng Tang replied: "The association cooperates with universities."
This kind of thing would not happen if it was organized by the Intangible Cultural Heritage Protection Center.
Wei Chuan stretched out his hand towards her: "Open your phone and let me see it."
Meng Tang turned on his phone and went to the official homepage of the competition, which allowed him to see the two latest updates.
"But don't worry, I have a solution."
Wei Chuan took the phone and logged into her short video account again, where he saw a bunch of private messages.
It wasn't a good thing to think about, but fortunately Meng Tang didn't read it.
The comments under the pinned video are much uglier.
Because her pinned video was a documentary about intangible cultural heritage wood carving, many confused contestants and passers-by said she was not worthy.
"Fuck." Wei Chuan cursed inwardly, returned the phone to Meng Tang, and rubbed the back of her head. "Don't read the comments for the next two days. I'm going to call my dad."
"Don't." Meng Tang grabbed Wei Chuan and said, "I really have a way. To be honest, I couldn't carve the work of that person who cheated on the tickets even when I was 17. Outsiders can't understand it. Then I, an expert, will give him a beating."
When Meng Tang talks about what he is good at, he has a unique temperament.
Like the orchid rooted in the cracks of the rocks in the mountains, it has no branches and always maintains its original craftsmanship.
"It's only 50,000 yuan. You released it right away." Wei Chuan gave her a thumbs up. "You are truly noble and a role model in the industry."
Meng Tang circled his thumb and pressed his hand down forcefully: "Stop exaggerating, okay?"
Wei Chuan laughed and said, "Let's go. I'll treat you to a meal. Let's go out to eat."
Just as Meng Tang responded, his cell phone rang.
Wei Chuan was tall and saw the note at a glance.
He frowned and asked, "Has Li Hanjin been calling you these days?"
Meng Tang hung up directly and said, "I looked for him yesterday. He knows the person who swiped the tickets and knows the inside story. He should have a good relationship with him."
Wei Chuan sneered speechlessly. He still liked Meng Tang like this? Was he worthy of it?
But Meng Tang hung up the phone on him, and Wei Chuan curled his lips: "Ignore him."
Meng Tang heard the slight arrogance in his words, curled his lips, and became jealous again.
The women's dormitory was close to the east gate, so the two of them simply headed there.
But as luck would have it, he ran into Li Hanjin who was looking for Meng Tang.
Wei Chuan stood sideways in front of Meng Tang and returned to his Bking appearance.
Li Hanjin looked over at Meng Tang and asked, "Why didn't you tell the organizers and withdraw from the competition without a word? Didn't you think they would bite you back when you withdrew?"
Meng Tang looked at him indifferently and said, "I really didn't expect it. After all, I would never think of such a way to confuse right and wrong."
"Meng Tang, listen to me, this matter can be solved perfectly, and I have already..."
Meng Tang patted Wei Chuan's arm and said, "Let's go."
She didn't want to waste any more words.
Since Meng Tang had made his attitude clear, it was natural for Wei Chuan to stop him.
But Li Hanjin refused to give up and took a step forward. Wei Chuan caught a glimpse of him trying to grab Meng Tang, so he put his big palm across his chest and pushed him hard.
Li Hanjin was at least 183cm tall, but he was pushed by Wei Chuan and staggered backward, almost falling down.
"Li Hanjin, do you think I don't dare to beat you?" Wei Chuan narrowed his eyes.
Li Hanjin sneered and looked back at him with a provocative look.
The street was full of people, and some people had actually stopped to watch their previous physical altercation.
Cubal players are prohibited from fighting, and Li Hanjin knows that.
In the previous regional competition, adhering to the belief of "know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle", he also watched a live broadcast.
The opponent committed such a foul that Wei Chuan's back teeth were broken, but he didn't do anything.
I just don’t know, compared to Meng Tang, are those rules and creeds still important?
Seeing Li Hanjin's gloomy face, Meng Tang stepped forward, took Wei Chuan's arm, and said, "Let's go, there are a lot of people watching us."
Wei Chuan tilted his head and whispered, "Let go first."
"What are you going to do?" Meng Tang asked, looking up.
"I won't fight him." Wei Chuan said softly, "Let him go first."
"You said you wouldn't fight."
Meng Tang gave him a warning look and then let go.
Wei Chuan walked up to Li Hanjin, his expression provocative and demanding, "Do you know who owns that piece of land in your work park?"
Li Hanjin suddenly had a bad feeling.
Wei Chuan never wanted to use his family connections to pressure others, and he never did so.
He was raised by his three older sisters, his mother and his grandmother, who all spoiled him.
It can be said that he has always been well protected and treats people kindly. In fact, he is no different from ordinary college students, except that he has some money.
But his father couldn't let him be spoiled all the time, so he kept him by his side and taught him step by step when he was young.
It won't make him unable to fight back outside, nor will it make him act like a playboy outside.
Wei Chuan curled his lips and smiled: "Do you want your studio to sleep on the streets tonight?"
"Isn't this too despicable of you?" Li Hanjin's aorta was pinched.
Wei Chuan stepped forward, smiling coquettishly but with a cold look in his eyes: "I warned you, stay away from Meng Tang, she is mine."
The last four words have almost no sound, only lip movements.
Li Hanjin scoffed: "Is she yours?"
Wei Chuan raised his eyebrows and tilted his mouth: "Yeah."
Li Hanjin: "Can a rich second-generation like you have long-lasting true love? I can wait for Meng Tang for four years, and I can wait for her for fourteen years."
Wei Chuan's expression grew even colder: "Don't be so self-satisfied. You're the pitiful mouse that never sees the light of day."
Li Hanjin suddenly clenched his fists. He understood why the old man asked him to leave Yanqing.
Apart from the age difference between him and Meng Tang, the most important thing is that she thinks he doesn't have the ability to give Meng Tang a home.
Such abilities require money to build up, so in recent years, he has embarked on the path of a studio, using his fame to make money.
Everything he worked so hard for could be destroyed by just one word from the rich second generation.
Li Hanjin couldn't hold back his clenched fist any longer, and raised his hand to smash the corner of Wei Chuan's lips.
"Li Hanjin!"
Meng Tang's eyes suddenly widened, and he squatted down to support Wei Chuan.
Wei Chuan raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth and hissed at Meng Tang: "I'm fine."
Meng Tang glared at Li Hanjin fiercely, helped Wei Chuan up, and said softly and gently: "I'll take you to the pharmacy."
Wei Chuan hugged Meng Tang and glanced at Li Hanjin out of the corner of his eye. Only then did Li Hanjin realize that he had been tricked.
There was a drugstore on the side of the road. Wei Chuan sat down at the door and said to Meng Tang, "You go in and buy it. I won't go in to save myself embarrassment."
Meng Tang responded and turned to go into the pharmacy.
Wei Chuan's eyes rolled and he quickly started a video call with his coach.
When Coach He saw the bloodshot bruises at the corners of his mouth, a surge of anger rushed to his head and he roared:
"Wei Chuan, did you fight?"
"Coach," Wei Chuan cried pitifully, "I was beaten by someone else. It was the new intangible cultural heritage consultant from the Academy of Fine Arts."
Coach He was stunned: "Why did he hit you?"
Wei Chuan cleared his throat. "He was harassing Meng Tang, and I couldn't stand it, so I scolded him. Then he hit me. If I hadn't reacted quickly, he would have broken my legs. Damn, my chest hurts a little too."
"He hit your legs too?" Coach He said angrily, "Are you stupid? Don't you know how to dodge?"
Wei Chuan said aggrievedly, "That's because you've always told us not to cause trouble outside."
"Fuck, just wait, I'll go to the Academy of Fine Arts in a minute." Coach He was hot-tempered but defensive. "What's the name of the guy who hit you?"
Wei Chuan said: "Li Hanjin, Han means cold, and Jin means Tianjin."
"I'll go now. Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, it's just a superficial wound. Meng Tang went to buy me some medicine."
Coach He hung up the phone.
Wei Chuan smiled triumphantly, Old He was a very difficult man to deal with.
There are so many people here tonight, someone must have taken a video. Once Old He investigates, he will definitely see the video.
By then, Li Hanjin will be severely injured even if he doesn't die.
If this matter gets exposed again, it is inevitable that he will leave the school.
Just kidding, he at least has a fan base.
Meng Tang bought iodine and ointment. Wei Chuan saw her grinning, but then she grimaced in pain the next second.
"Stop laughing." Meng Tang pinched his chin and turned him around. "I'll disinfect you."
"oh."
Someone uttered a cute word in a sticky voice.
While disinfecting him, Meng Tang asked, "Why did you let him hit you on purpose?"
Wei Chuan panicked: "Did you figure it out?"
"I'm not stupid." Meng Tang opened the ointment and applied some, "It's to prevent infection."
Wei Chuan grabbed her hand and said, "I did it on purpose. I wanted to use public opinion to force him to leave the school."
After saying that, he stared at Meng Tang blankly.
Meng Tang didn't react at all: "Oh, let's go eat, it's completely dark now."
Seeing that she didn't react, Wei Chuan thought to himself that he had made the right move.
After all, he was injured, and Meng Tang should be heartbroken.
Wei Chuan had an injury on the corner of his mouth, and it was difficult for him to eat.
Meng Tang was not in a hurry and slowly accompanied him to finish his meal.
After dinner, Wei Chuan wanted to go shopping, but Meng Tang said, "I have something else to do when I get home, and the bus is tomorrow afternoon. If you want to have a good sleep in the morning, go back and pack your luggage now."
"Okay." Wei Chuan thought so too, "Then will you sit with me tomorrow?"
Meng Tang: "We'll talk about it when the time comes."
After returning to the dormitory, she posted the sorted pictures online and tagged the competition officials.
There was no greeting, only a straightforward clarification—
The vote count was abnormal. I never participated and I withdrew from the competition because I could not tolerate it.
Figure 1 is the call record between me and the organizer. I asked for verification and the organizer said that there was no problem with the technical department and there was no ticket-swiping behavior. The video in Figure 2 is a phone recording.
The following pictures are my thoughts on the work that topped the list:
First, his wood was not dried properly and showed signs of slight cracking.
Second, he took the traditional landscape conception as inspiration, but failed to carve out the effect of overlapping mountains. The mountains are not mountains, and the water is not water. If I wanted to carve it like this, my master would chop the wood and use it as firewood.
Third, the knife skills of the first place winner are stiff, and the ups and downs of the mountains are too sharp, like the sharp jawline of the domineering president in modern romance novels, while traditional landscape carving emphasizes rounded transitions.
Fourth, the entire work has no central point, the visual sense is divergent, and the structure is unbalanced; the texture of the rocks is relatively chaotic, and the engravings are disorganized; and it is unclear whether it is high, deep, or flat. What is carved is not a landscape, but a mudslide.
Due to word count limitations, I can only say this much.
Finally, a piece of advice: just because wood doesn’t speak doesn’t mean it has no soul. Its soul is carved and forged by every craftsman.
Those who follow Meng Tang saw the clarification immediately.
Xie Lingyin was practically dying of laughter at the "domineering CEO's sharp jawline." She asked Meng Tang, "You don't even read novels, so how can you describe it like that?"
Meng Tang raised his chin: "Ask Shi Lan, she would curse like this when she curses people."
Shi Lan was proud of this: "I also had a share of the credit for this clarification?"
Yang Ke held the phone and suddenly stomped his feet: "Damn, Wei Chuan forwarded your update."
Meng Tang was stunned and turned on his phone again.
Wei Chuan did forward it, with only one sentence: I wonder who dares to delete it!
"Ahhh, I really got it." Yang Ke held the phone and screamed to the sky, "Brother Chuan is really handsome."
Xie Lingyin gave Meng Tang a thumbs-up: "Awesome."
Meng Tang bit her lip and called Wei Chuan.
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