Chapter 110
"How do I see it?"
In response to the reporter's question, Shen Yizhi laughed jokingly, "How do you want me to view the evidence you forged from my manuscript?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the situation quickly turned around.
The reporter immediately turned to Rewi Alley, who was standing beside him. "Ms. Rewi Alley, did you fabricate the evidence? Or did Ocean deliberately frame you?"
This reporter must be a hired shill.
He kept setting traps for her, and when he got to Ai Li, he seemed to have a change of heart and gave her a way out.
Shen Yizhi looked to the side with a half-smile, as if expecting how Ai Li would answer.
But in Rewi Alley's eyes, it was a blatant provocation.
Her back teeth were almost broken as she emphasized to the reporter, "Of course it was a deliberate false accusation!"
Shen Yizhi suddenly chuckled.
The sound was neither loud nor soft, but it happened to come when the whole place was silent.
Suddenly, everyone looked at her with puzzled eyes.
The reporter asked: "Ocean, what are you laughing at?"
Chen Yizhi stared at the camera and said casually, "I'm laughing at some people who are so fearless."
Everyone was stunned by such a simple and crude performance.
Ai Li was about to speak up when he saw a group of black-clad bodyguards in the audience.
They walked around among the reporters, handing out a piece of white paper to each of them, with something seemingly on it.
The reporters all frowned at the same time.
"The date on this manuscript seems to be half a month earlier than Rewi Alley's."
"And... there seem to be traces of alterations on each one."
"Hey, why is your picture different from mine?"
After a quick comparison, someone discovered that the drawings in each person's hand were different.
All signs indicate that this seems to be...
Shen Yizhi nodded, "Yes, what you have in your hands is my original manuscript."
The crowd was in an uproar.
A reporter seized on the discussion point and immediately asked, "Ms. Rewi Alley, how do you feel about the fact that Ocean's manuscript was released two weeks earlier than yours?"
Ai Li dismissed it: "Who knows if her time was added later?"
The situation was at a stalemate for a while.
Rewi Alley said, "How about this? In front of all the reporters, let's paint on the spot and compare which one is real."
She changed the subject and said with a smile, "But I heard that you recently injured your wrist and can't even hold a paintbrush. I won't take advantage of you. How about we wait until your wrist is healed and then we can compete again?"
It's all a lie that Chen Yizhi's wrist has recovered.
She was betting that Shen Yizhi’s wrist would never get better.
New injuries plus old injuries, even gods cannot save you.
The reporters grasped the key point and pointed their cameras at Shen Yizhi's wrist.
The talented painter stopped painting as soon as he appeared!
This is also an interesting topic.
Soon, someone took this to another level.
"Could it be that he knew he was plagiarizing and deliberately injured his wrist to fool everyone?"
"You never know what extreme things public figures might do."
…
Every word of the slander was clearly heard by the man in the corner.
The man's eyes were drooping, his face was as cold as frost, showing no emotion.
He raised his fingertips lightly in the air.
Secretary Qin stepped forward from behind and lowered his voice: "Boss Pei."
Pei Yanhe raised his eyes and said, "Which media outlet is this? I'd like to pay special attention to it."
The word "care" is used very subtly.
Qin Mi understood: "Okay."
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Listening to the increasingly unbearable discussions.
Shen Yizhi turned his head to look at Ai Li, and pulled the corner of his lip without changing his expression: "No, it's fine now."
Seeing her so confident, Ai Li's eyes flashed with sarcasm. She really overestimated her own abilities.
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The podium on the stage was quickly removed and replaced with the drawing board, brushes, and paint palette that had been prepared long ago.
Originally, we were only comparing sketches, but Rewi Alley said that nothing could be seen by looking at the lines alone, and only by adding colors could there be more contrast.
Without giving it much thought, everyone chose to support this idea.
Only Shen Yizhi knew that Ai Li wanted to delay the battle and completely exhaust her right hand.
But she didn't stop him and let Ai Li busy himself around.
After all, who said she could use her right hand?
The game begins.
As soon as he picked up the paintbrush, someone noticed something was wrong.
"Wait, Ocean is using his left hand?!"
"Isn't Ocean's dominant hand right? When did he learn to use his left hand?"
"There's definitely a difference between my dominant hand and my left hand. Can Ocean do it?"
…
Left hand?
Ai Li glanced sideways and saw Shen Yizhi holding the pen in his left hand calmly and composedly, looking like he really had some skills.
But what if he could hold a pen? How could his left hand, which had only practiced for a few days, possibly surpass her skillful and precise right hand?
Conversations from the outside world and inquiring gazes.
Shen Yizhi seemed not to hear anything, as if a barrier had automatically formed to isolate the noisy noise outside.
She looked focused, putting her whole heart and soul into writing.
Sometimes I would suddenly stop and quietly look at the strokes of the pen for a long time.
As time passed, the discussions gradually died down, and everyone unconsciously quieted down and stared at the stage in silence.
The atmosphere became tense and oppressive.
In the audience.
Secretary Qin watched Miss Shen pause and draw, and couldn't help sweating, "Boss Pei, Miss Shen pauses and draws, is her left hand not skilled enough?"
Pei Yanhe's dark gaze was always fixed on Shen Yizhi. Hearing this, he curled the corners of his lips and said nonchalantly.
"She didn't even consider it a competition."
Instead, treat it as an ordinary opportunity to exercise your left hand.
Qin Mi's mouth twitched. This was too arrogant. He didn't even take people seriously.
Pei Yanhe lowered his eyes and glanced at the metal watch.
One hour.
It's almost time.
The next second, everyone saw Shen Yizhi put down his paintbrush, his expression relaxed, and slowly wiped his hands with cotton cloth.
"Is the ocean finished yet?"
"Only one hour. Isn't that too short for a complete painting?"
When Shen Yizhi was practicing, she intentionally asked Pei Yanhe to help test it. The maximum limit of her left hand was one hour. If it exceeded that, her wrist would be a little powerless.
Just one hour was enough for her.
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