Chapter 111
Half an hour later, Rewi Alley put down his writing.
She stood up calmly, raised her head slightly and nodded, her eyes revealing her pride and complacency.
"Rewi Alley has stopped writing!"
"Looking at Ai Li's expression, it seems like he's sure to win. Is Ocean going to get slapped in the face this time?"
"Stop talking and show it!"
…
The two staff members simultaneously picked up the drawing papers completed by Shen Yizhi and Ai Li.
The scene was silent, and no one dared to breathe.
The next second, the drawing appeared before everyone.
Everyone gasped.
"Looking at it this way, it seems that Rewi Alley's drawing is indeed more like the original!"
"Could it be that Ocean was really copied?!"
"Hurry up and write this important news!"
A knowledgeable reporter seemed to notice something was wrong and asked, "Don't you think Ocean's lines are more exquisite than the original?"
Upon hearing this, everyone opened their eyes wide and looked carefully for a long time. "It's true. Ai Li's drawing looks like the original, but Ocean's drawing is even more perfect!"
"And the ocean painting is more spiritual, don't you think?"
…
There is only one possibility for something to happen that is more like the original than the real person.
That is——
From the beginning to the end, the person who was truly imitated was Rewi Alley.
It's like learning to walk in Handan, trying so hard to imitate and learn that you lose your own soul.
In the end, it became a low-profile version of Ocean.
In just one hour, Ocean was able to not only complete the painting with his clumsy left hand, but he even made some progress.
Everyone couldn't help but wonder if the rumor that Ai Li's painting style was similar to Ocean's was out of the blue?
Hearing the wind direction gradually shift, Ai Li, unwilling to believe it, stepped forward and snatched the drawing of Chen Yizhi from the staff member.
Both are paintings of buildings, but the lines on the paper in front of me are smooth, the spatial structure is sophisticated, and the colors are the icing on the cake.
……impossible.
She had never seen Shen Yizhi use his left hand, so how could he draw to this level? !
Ai Li's fingertips, gripping the drawing paper with such force that they turned white, looked at Chen Yizhi in disbelief, still holding on to a glimmer of hope: "Is your right hand still intact? Are you pretending?"
She would rather believe that Shen Yizhi's right hand injury was fake than believe that she could train her left hand in a short period of time and surpass others' painting skills that took more than ten years.
This is not something that only geniuses can do.
This is totally crazy!
Looking at her livid face, Shen Yizhi smiled lightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes, “Compared to you, using my left hand is enough.”
"but--"
She stared at Ai Li and said, "Aren't you the one who knows best whether my right hand is disabled or not?"
She didn't raise her voice deliberately, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear.
The reporter immediately asked, "Excuse me, Ocean, are you saying that the injury to your right hand was intentionally caused by Rewi Alley?"
Shen Yizhi winked at the black-clad bodyguards in the audience, and soon the reporters received two photos.
One was a photo of He Qingyu braking her car.
The other is a surveillance photo of Ai Li and He Qingyu talking in a bar.
Shen Yizhi slowly explained to the reporter: "After finding out who pulled the brakes on me, I followed the clues and uncovered some unspeakable secrets."
She didn't say the rest, that was enough.
At this point, even a fool can understand it.
The reporter asked, "Ms. Rewi Alley, is that you in the photo?"
"Did you really mean to injure Ocean's wrist?"
"So the person you're really imitating is you, right?"
The evil words were like bows and arrows, suddenly changing direction and flying towards Ai Li.
It felt like nails were driven into her feet, and she stood frozen in place.
Faced with the sharp questions that came like a tide, her chest was filled with strong anger.
He winked frantically at the bribed reporters, but these opportunists, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, dared not say a word.
Ai Li's expression grew increasingly grim. She sternly shouted at the reporters, "It's not me!"
Reporter: "What is your relationship with the person in the photo?"
"Did you meet to plot to frame Ocean?"
One question after another was thrown at her like a bomb.
Ai Li felt like her brain was about to explode, her chest heaving violently, she was filled with righteous indignation, her eyes were bloodshot, and she wished she could tear Chen Yizhi to pieces.
But when he turned around, Shen Yizhi's shadow was no longer beside him.
Shen Yizhi was seen walking out the door, escorted by black-clad bodyguards, and beside her was a distinguished and noble man.
"Shen Yizhi! You are not allowed to leave!"
Ai Li gritted her teeth and shouted, lifted up her skirt and walked down the stairs, wanting to chase after him, but was surrounded by reporters in the audience.
Countless microphones and recorders were pointed at her face.
The flash made her face almost deathly pale.
His way was blocked, and Ai Li gritted his teeth and stared at the two figures in the distance.
At this moment, only she herself knows.
Her career, and her entire life, was completely ruined.
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Inside a Rolls-Royce.
Shen Yizhi leaned half of her body on the man in front of her, her beautiful eyebrows relaxed, and the smile on her lips became relaxed.
She smiled brightly and said, "Pei Shanshan, didn't you say you couldn't come today because of something?"
Pei Yanhe lowered his eyes coldly, and before Shen Yizhi noticed, he had already grasped her wrist with his palm.
His palms were warm, like an indefinite hand warmer. Shen Yizhi had never felt cold, except when he was in the intensive care unit.
"Pushed." He looked at her and whispered two words.
"How am I today?" Shen Yizhi raised an eyebrow at him, "Am I very good?"
She couldn't suppress the smile on her face, and her expression was completely begging for praise.
Pei Yanhe unconsciously curled his lips and said, "Yeah, very impressive."
Seeing that he was indifferent, Shen Yizhi said dissatisfiedly: "Too cold, I'll punish you to praise again!"
Pei Yanhe asked: "How do you want to praise me?"
"Um……"
Shen Yizhi thought seriously for a moment before saying, “Praise Lady Zhizhi for her impeccable beauty and her unrivaled power. When Nuwa saw her, she forgot to mend the sky, when Houyi saw her, she forgot to shoot arrows, and when Pangu saw her, she forgot to create the world.”
Pei Yanhe: "..."
Seeing that he was silent, Shen Yizhi bumped his elbow, eyes full of expectation: “Praise quickly!”
“…”
Pei Yanhe was speechless for a moment.
Even if he had eight mouths, he wouldn't be able to say those words.
Therefore, the best way is to use his only mouth to block her mouth.
Thinking so, he did just that. He lowered his head and lightly touched her lips.
Afterwards, he maintained a nonchalant expression and calmly praised, "That's amazing, Master Zhizhi."
“…”
His movements were sudden and swift.
It took Shen Yizhi a long time to react, then he lowered his head and smiled, "Pei Shanshan, you are so good."
Although I didn't say those words as she asked, why did I feel that she was inexplicably cute?
The pain in my wrist gradually eased, and the blood seemed to flow with warmth.
Shen Yizhi's attention was diverted to her wrist, and she suddenly asked curiously: "Pei Shanshan, why are your hands always hot?"
It was already the beginning of autumn, but his wrist was still hot.
It is difficult to keep the palms of your hands at the right temperature all the time.
What Shen Yizhi didn't know was that Pei Yanhe had consulted doctors many dark nights and searched countless posts before he knew how to keep his palms warm.
All this was just to help relieve the pain in her wrist.
Even where he couldn't see her, he still loved her deeply.
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