The live broadcast has been going on all the time, and Chu Mu is undoubtedly the most watched one.
——"Looking at his posture, he seems quite professional."
"How many strokes of the brush can you tell if a painter is professional? I'd be a master if I stood there."
"Look! The camera has passed by."
"Uh, I don't understand."
"Vocal! My dad is a big shot in the design institute, one of the best in the country. He just glanced at the camera and is already frantically looking for his reading glasses."
"Translation: Chu Mu's design is awesome."
"It must be fake. How can you tell whether it's awesome or not after just a few glances?"
"It's just a new way of whitewashing. Nothing I've ever walked in my life can compare to Chu Mu's routine."
…
Under the camera, the simple paintbrush seems to become full of spirituality in Chu Mu's hands.
He just sketched it easily, and the prototype of the jewelry appeared on the paper.
"This is--"
The host himself is a design major, and he can tell whether Chu Mu has any talent or not after just a quick glance.
"Quick! Teacher Ouyang, Teacher Chen, everyone come and take a look!"
Several expert teachers were invited to the scene. They originally looked down on Mr. Chu, who had a lot of negative news about him, but when the host called out to them, they all gathered around him.
"Wow, this idea is really funny," Ms. Ouyang, who is half Chinese and half Western, covered her mouth exaggeratedly. "What did you draw?"
Chu Mu ignored her and focused on sketching.
His eyes were serious and focused, and his slightly furrowed brows revealed a solemnity that was inconsistent with his handsome appearance.
Xiao Zhenhai felt his heart beating uncontrollably.
"Uncle," Xiao Bing quietly walked up to him, "You've crossed the line."
Xiao Zhenhai never took Xiao Bing seriously: "Oh, what qualifications do you have to question me?"
"Haha," Xiao Bing smiled faintly, "You're right... But, you're being so obvious in front of the live streamers, aren't you afraid that Old Master Xiao will be furious?"
"The old man is about to step in..." Xiao Zhenhai suddenly paused, half-closed his eyes, "Xiao Bing, I haven't seen you for a while, you've learned to trick me."
"You're overthinking it," Xiao Bing said with an impeccable smile, "I'm just expressing my concern."
Xiao Zhenhai patted Xiao Bing's face and said arrogantly, "You probably don't know that as for my uncle, I never fail to get what I like, and the same goes for people."
Xiao Bing smiled noncommittally and said, "Then you'll probably fall flat on your face at the hands of Chu Mu."
"Oh?" Xiao Zhenhai mocked, "Because of you?"
"No," Xiao Bing raised his chin towards Chu Mu, "Chu Chu will do it herself."
Xiao Zhenhai looked over and saw that Chu Mu had already completed the painting design, and the draft was being snatched over and examined by several expert tutors.
He himself had already started walking towards this side: "Xiao Xiaoniao, what are you doing?"
"Xiao...bird?"
"Ah, Zhenhai is roughly equivalent to filling the sea, Jingwei, bird." Chu Mu pretended to flutter his hands, "Xiao Xiaoniao."
So cute—Xiao Bing’s eyes turned into red hearts again.
Xiao Zhenhai: "You are really a genius at naming."
"Or do you not like birds? Then call it a chicken, Xiao Xiaoji. After all, a chicken has only two more strokes than a bird."
Xiao Zhenhai laughed heartily: "It's been a long time since anyone has made me this happy, Chu Mu, you are very special."
Chu Mu pinched his nose with one hand and fanned himself with the other: "Little White Cabbage, hurry up, the smell is too strong."
Xiao Zhenhai was puzzled: "What's that smell?"
"The smell of old feet on the bloody literary boss."
“…”
Xiao Bing suppressed her laughter and rubbed against Chu Mu: "Chu Chu, what about me? Do I smell?"
"You?" Chu Mu shrugged his nose. "It smells like a mixture of green tea and white lotus."
Xiao Bing was slightly startled.
"Don't think I don't know," Chu Mu leaned close to Xiao Bing's ear, "--You secretly sprayed my perfume this morning."
"You found out." Xiao Bing felt relieved.
He didn't spray Chu Mu's perfume at all, he just slept with Chu Chu's clothes in his arms all night.
"Humph, you want to play the game of beauty?" Chu Mu shook his head, "You scheming bitch."
Xiao Bing's eyebrows curved into crescents with joy: Wife, I just want to suppress you.
…
During this period of time, the expert tutors over there had been engaged in several heated verbal battles.
"It's a bracelet, definitely a bracelet!"
"No, it's a bracelet! Look at the pendant in the middle."
"Chu Mu is coming!"
"Chu Mu, tell me, what is this design of yours?"
A group of mentors gathered around, and the host was among them.
The cameraman naturally did not miss this scene, so Chu Mu was surrounded without realizing it.
"Can't you tell?" Chu Mu pointed at his drawing. "This is a pair of shackles."
Everyone: …
"Look, the overall shape of the shackles is based on the direction of the Housan Mountain Range. Can you see it from this position?"
"Ah! Yes! They are indeed two mountains facing each other."
"I see. You even designed the lock in the middle to look like a listening booth."
"Yes." Chu Mu nodded.
"What an idea!" The oldest instructor gave Chu Mu a thumbs up. "Why did you think of making shackles?"
Chu Mu was about to answer when someone took over the conversation.
"I understand. Modern people indulge their desires too much, which has caused the distortion of human nature. Chu Mu wants to use the shackles to warn us to restrain ourselves."
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