After thinking it over, Zhang Yunling concluded that Yan Chiyu was retaliating against him for his childish act of adding Wu Yue on WeChat. So, after a moment of surprise, he suddenly straightened up and turned his head without any fear.
The other teachers were too late to stop Zhang Yunling.
The next second, Principal Jinghua let out the first fearful roar since Wu Yue arrived at Jinghua: "Ah! What the hell!"
But the painting that had just been moved to the door by the iron pillar was back with them.
Zhang Yunling didn't look fifty at all. She nimbly darted behind Yan Chiyu in an instant, only revealing half of her face tremblingly: "...I thought you were lying to me."
Yan Chiyu snorted coldly: "Do you think I'm that childish?"
Zhang Yunling: "..." Isn't that right?
Of course, Zhang Yunling dared not say this aloud, for fear that the big boss would hold a grudge and throw him in front as a human shield.
The boy turned his head, placed his hand on Zhang Yunling's shoulder, patted him twice, and said with a somewhat indescribable expression: "Can't you, the principal, have some backbone? Don't be a coward."
What does respecting or fearing ghosts and spirits have to do with whether someone is the principal?!
Although she thought this to herself, Zhang Yunling had to straighten her back and move slightly to the left out of pride. The step she took was only half an inch, which was practically the same as not moving at all.
Wu Yue stared intently at the painting, examining it closely. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt as if the girl in the painting seemed to be moving. Originally, she had her back to everyone, but now, the angle was slightly off, as if she were turning to the side.
She paused, walked to Yan Chiyu's side, and told him about the suspicious points she had discovered.
"good."
Yan Chiyu's observations were much more astute than others'. Since he agreed with Wu Yue's suspicions, it meant that the girl in the painting could indeed move.
As long as it's not something like a ghost, Wu Yue is very interested.
She boldly walked towards the painting, her slender hand landing on the canvas, gently caressing its texture. Her dark eyes shimmered with a light like the flowing silver sea under the moonlight, mixed with an eager excitement.
Zhang Yunling cheered from behind, "Wu Yue, be careful. We're all here for you."
Yan Chiyu: "..."
Why does this little old man seem more and more of an eyesore the more I look at him?
Wu Yue turned around, a smile and certainty appearing in her clear black and white eyes: "Sure enough, the girl in this painting can move. When I touched her... I used a slightly special way to sense her, and her shoulder trembled."
"What do you mean? Has this painting come to life?" Zhang Yunling asked, still feeling a bit scared.
Yan Chiyu, who was watching from the sidelines, was not idle. While Wu Yue was touching the canvas, he also asked Tie Zhu to go around to the back of the canvas to observe the painting.
The back was dark, casting a large shadow.
The message Tie Zhuzi sent back was of two green lights, flashing parallel to each other, not far apart. He stared at the two green lights for a while, but then the green lights disappeared (he closed his eyes).
He pondered that those must be the eyes of the girl in the painting.
So, after Zhang Yunling asked the question, he corrected her, saying, "To be precise, this is a world within a painting."
Professor Zhu from Beijing suggested, "Why don't we take this painting to an open space and burn it?"
"It's no use, it can't be burned."
The young man said calmly. He stepped forward to the painting, about to peel it off.
Professor Zhu hurriedly said, "Mr. Yan, the painting can't be taken down. It seems like the easel and the painting are integrated into one piece, and we can't get it off at all. Our staff tried for a long time but couldn't get it off."
"Hmm." Yan Chiyu responded softly, his slender hand still casually taking the painting off the flower stand and rolling it up.
? ? ?
Before everyone could recover from their shock, they heard the young man say calmly, "The art exhibition will proceed as scheduled. I'm taking this painting with me."
Zhang Yunling's eyes widened slightly: "So, is that all?"
"That's fine," Yan Chiyu said. "I'll send you a message to let you know later."
"Why."
The Jinghua teachers' management team, who had expected to invite a master to perform some kind of ritual, watched the two young people leave in silence... silence, and more silence.
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