Tang Bai is participating in a city-level painting competition, which is highly valued by both the organizers and the city.
Because it was a university student painting exhibition competition, both the event and the competition rules were very formal.
Tang Bai has entered the final round. Although the competition is fierce, it's not a big deal for her.
The final competition area was completely closed.
It involves gathering all the contestants in a huge art studio, with several proctors sitting on the stage.
Tang Bai entered the competition studio with great confidence. Before going to his seat, he opened his bag, intending to take out his paintbrushes and tools.
To everyone's surprise, while checking the tools, I discovered that I had forgotten to bring a box of paints.
She frowned slightly, suddenly remembering that before leaving the house, she had helped her father push the stroller out, but because she was in a hurry, she had forgotten to bring it.
Depend on!
This luck is truly unbelievable.
At this moment, a supervisor next to him shouted at Tang Bai, "Hey student, the competition is about to start, what are you still standing here for? Hand over all irrelevant items and go to your seat."
"Teacher, I forgot to bring something. Could you lend me a few boxes of paint?"
Tang Bai thought that such large-scale competitions should all have these things prepared.
For them, paint must be a trivial matter.
However, the supervisor's answer shattered Tang Bai's illusions.
"Hey kid, you're an artist, isn't it reasonable for you to go to a competition without bringing paints?"
"Do you think it's possible for a soldier to forget his gun when he goes into battle and then borrow it from the enemy?"
For creators, caution and meticulousness are also a form of assessment.
No matter what kind of exam it is, a serious and careful attitude is the most important thing.
Tang Bai let out a heavy sigh.
That's really ridiculous.
"Then I'll go back and get it."
After saying that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and ran out quickly.
Those paints cost her two months' salary and were specifically for the competition; it's not realistic to buy them now.
Her home isn't too far from here. If she runs fast enough, she should be able to catch up within the time limit and avoid being eliminated.
With that thought in mind, Tang Bai quickened his pace.
The supervisor stood there and shook his head.
How could they forget to bring paint for such an important competition?
Students these days are getting more and more careless.
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Tang Bai left the art gallery but didn't stop for a taxi at the entrance. He could only grit his teeth and run forward as fast as he could.
Shu Yang was driving and reporting his upcoming work tasks to Lu Chi in the back seat.
Unfortunately, they were stuck in traffic. Bored, Lu Chi glanced out the window and saw Tang Bai running towards them not far away.
He lazily opened his eyes, then opened the car door and got out.
With one hand in his pocket, he strolled leisurely to the roadside, and just then, he bumped right into them.
"Hey, little girl, where are you in such a hurry to go?"
Tang Bai stopped, panting heavily from running too fast.
She glared at him, ready to walk past him.
But Lu Chi wouldn't let her succeed; with a long stride, he blocked her way again.
Who are you?
Tang Bai was getting anxious. Where did this scoundrel come from?
Lu Chi looked at her face, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Got into trouble?"
"Get out of the way." Tang Bai didn't want to waste words with him and was already sweating profusely.
Lu Chi said slowly, "I know Mu Xiaocheng, so I naturally know you too. If you run into trouble, you can talk to me."
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