Mengtang dropped the mouse, held the phone and ran outside.
Having sweets to eat every once in a while makes life very nourishing.
Wei Chuan was dressed in black sportswear, with a peaked cap stuck on, and his hands in his pockets like a Bking, attracting the eyes of those who passed by.
He lowered his eyelashes, glanced at the two girls who were about to pass him again, and said, "You two have walked in front of me three times."
When the two girls heard this, they were so embarrassed that they dug their toes on the ground and ran away pushing each other.
At this moment, Meng Tang ran over, and Bking switched to the giant sweet brother in a second.
We haven't seen each other for ten days. Suddenly, both of them felt a little shy and a little embarrassed.
“Want to eat?” Wei Chuan scratched his head.
"Now?" Meng Tang was stunned, "It's only four o'clock."
After saying that, she immediately regretted it.
If Wei Chuan left, why did she come down here?
Fortunately, Wei Chuan was a bit shameless. He grabbed Meng Tang's wrist and tightened it, as if he was having fun: "Then let's go for a walk and eat later."
After saying that, he let go of his hand.
Meng Tang turned around and walked forward, and he followed her, half-length apart from her, almost walking close to each other.
Wei Chuan lowered his head and asked, "Why didn't you send me good night yesterday?"
Meng Tang paused and looked up at him: "Sorry, I forgot."
"It's okay." Wei Chuan smiled, "I thought there was something wrong with you and you weren't paying attention to the training."
Fortunately, it was the last day, so he managed to fool him and didn't let Lao He notice.
Meng Tang hesitated for a moment and said, "Something really affected my mood, and it hasn't been resolved yet."
"What's wrong?" Wei Chuan pulled her, with worry in his eyes, "Tell me, and I'll solve it for you."
Meng Tang laughed and said, "I haven't said anything yet, and you can solve it for me?"
Wei Chuan looked into her eyes and whispered: "As long as you say it, I can solve anything for you. Did someone bully you?"
Meng Tang subconsciously curled his lips and whispered: "It was a competition I participated in last year. Someone bought me a ticket and took me. Later, I quit the game and they asked me to buy a ticket. , the person who cheated on the ticket was perfectly invisible."
Wei Chuan asked: "Who is the organizer?"
Meng Tang replied: "The association cooperates with universities."
This kind of thing will not happen if it is organized by the Intangible Cultural Heritage Protection Center.
Wei Chuan reached out to her: "Open the phone and let me take a look."
Meng Tang opened his phone and entered the official homepage of the competition, letting him see the two latest updates.
"But don't worry, I have a solution."
Weichuan took the phone and entered her short video account again, and saw a bunch of private messages.
It was not a good thing to say, but fortunately Meng Tang didn't look at it.
Just the comments under the pinned video are much more ugly.
Because her pinned video was about a documentary about intangible cultural heritage wood carvings, many contestants and passers-by who didn’t know why opened their mouths and said that she was not worthy.
"Fuck." Wei Chuan cursed secretly, returned the phone to Meng Tang, took the back of her head and rubbed it, "Don't read the comments for the next two days, I'll call my dad."
"Farewell." Meng Tang grabbed Wei Chuan, "I really have a way to swipe the work of that person. To be honest, I couldn't sculpt like that even at the age of 17. A layman can't understand it. Then I, an expert, will go and beat him."
Meng Tang has a unique temperament when it comes to what he is good at.
Like an orchid stuck in a rock crevice in a high mountain, it neither spreads nor branches, and always maintains its true craftsmanship.
"It's 50,000 yuan, just let it go." Wei Chuan gave her a thumbs up, "You're so noble and a model in the industry."
Meng Tang circled his thumb and pressed his hand forcefully: "Don't exaggerate, okay?"
Wei Chuan laughed: "Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal, let's go out to eat."
Just as Meng Tang answered, his cell phone rang.
Wei Chuan is tall and saw the note at a glance.
He frowned and asked, "Li Hanjin, has he been calling you these past few days?"
Meng Tang hung up immediately and said, "I found him yesterday. He knows the person who swiped the votes and knows the inside story. He should have a good relationship with him."
Wei Chuan sneered silently. Is that why he still likes Meng Tang? Is he worthy?
But Meng Tang hung up the phone on him, and Wei Chuan curled his lips: "Ignore him."
Meng Tang heard the slight embarrassment in his words, curled his lips, and became jealous again.
The women's dormitory was close to the east gate, so the two of them simply walked there.
It's just that we met on a narrow road and met Li Hanjin who came to see Meng Tang.
Wei Chuan stood sideways in front of Meng Tang and returned to his Bking appearance.
Li Hanjin looked over him and asked Meng Tang: "Why did you negotiate with the organizers to withdraw from the competition without saying a word? Didn't you think that they would bite back when you withdrew?"
Meng Tang looked at him indifferently and said, "I really didn't expect it. After all, I can't think of such a reversal even if I were killed. Black and white method."
"Meng Tang, listen to me, this matter can be solved perfectly, I have already talked to——"
Meng Tang patted Wei Chuan's arm: "Let's go."
She didn't want to waste any more words.
Meng Tang's attitude was clear, and it was natural for Wei Chuan to stop him.
But Li Hanjin didn't give up and stepped forward. Wei Chuan saw from the corner of his eye that he was about to pull Meng Tang, and put his big palm on his chest and gave him a hard push.
Li Hanjin was 183 after all, but was pushed by Wei Chuan and staggered backwards, almost falling down.
"Li Hanjin, do you think I dare not beat you?" Wei Chuan narrowed his eyes.
Li Hanjin sneered and looked back with provocative eyes.
This street is full of people. In fact, some people have already stopped to watch the physical fight they just had.
cubal players are prohibited from fighting, and Li Hanjin knows it.
In the previous divisional competition, adhering to the creed of "know yourself, know the enemy and you will win every battle", he also watched a live broadcast.
The opponent committed such a foul that Wei Chuan's back molars were shattered, but he did not make a move.
I just don’t know, are those rules and creeds more important than Meng Tang?
Meng Tang saw Li Hanjin's gloomy face, stepped forward and took Wei Chuan's arm, saying, "Let's go, there are many people watching."
Wei Chuan tilted his head and whispered: "Let go first."
"What do you want to do?" Meng Tang raised his head and asked.
"You won't fight with him." Wei Chuan said softly, "Let go first."
"You said you can't fight."
Meng Tang gave him a warning look, and then let go.
Wei Chuan walked up to Li Hanjin with an expression that was both offensive and provocative: "Do you know who owns that piece of land in your work park?"
Li Hanjin suddenly felt a bad feeling.
Wei Chuan has never wanted to use his family connections to pressure others, and he has never done that.
The three sisters above, as well as a mother and a nanny, all pampered him as he grew up.
It can be said that he has always been well protected and is kind to others. Speaking of it, he is no different from an ordinary college student, except that he has a little money.
But his father couldn't let him be doted on all the time. When he was a child, he would take him with him and teach him step by step.
It will not prevent him from fighting back outside, nor will he be allowed to be a playboy outside.
Wei Chuan raised his lips and smiled: "Do you want your studio to sleep on the streets tonight?"
"Isn't this too despicable of you?" Li Hanjin's aorta was pinched.
Wei Chuan stepped forward with a smile but cold eyes: "I warned you, stay away from Meng Tang, she is mine."
The last four characters have almost no sound, only the shape of the mouth.
Li Hanjin sneered: "Is she yours?"
Wei Chuan raised his eyebrows and tilted his mouth: "Yeah."
Li Hanjin: "Will a rich second generation like you be sincere for a long time? I can wait for Meng Tang for four years, or I can wait for her for fourteen years."
Wei Chuan's face became even colder: "Don't be moved by yourself, the poor mouse that has never seen the light of day, I'm talking about you."
Li Hanjin suddenly clenched his fists, and he understood the reason why the old man asked him to leave Yanqing.
In addition to the age difference between him and Meng Tang, the most important thing is that he does not think he has the ability to give Meng Tang a family.
Such ability requires money, so in recent years, he has embarked on the path of a studio and used his fame to make money.
Everything he has worked so hard for can be destroyed by the rich second generation with just one word.
Li Hanjin could no longer hold back his angry fists. He raised his hand and smashed the corners of Wei Chuan's lips.
"Li Hanjin!"
Meng Tang's eyes suddenly widened, and he knelt down to support Wei Chuan.
Wei Chuan raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth and hissed at Meng Tang, "I'm fine."
Meng Tang glared at Li Hanjin fiercely, helped Wei Chuan up, and whispered softly, "Take you to the pharmacy."
Wei Chuan hugged Meng Tang and glanced sideways at Li Hanjin from the corner of his eye. Only then did Li Hanjin realize that he had been fooled.
There was a drugstore on the roadside. Wei Chuan sat down at the door and said to Meng Tang, "You go in and buy it. I won't go in to avoid embarrassment."
Meng Tang responded and turned around and entered the drugstore.
Wei Chuan rolled his eyes and quickly started a video chat with his coach.
Coach He saw the bloodshot bruises at the corners of his mouth, and a burst of blood rushed to his brain, and he roared:
"Wei Chuan, did you get into a fight?"
"Coach." Wei Chuan called out pitifully, "Someone else hit me, the new intangible cultural heritage consultant from the Academy of Fine Arts."
Coach He was stunned: "Why did he hit you?"
Wei Chuan cleared his throat: "He was pestering Meng Tang. I couldn't stand it and scolded him a few words, and then he hit me. If I hadn't reacted quickly, my legs would have been broken by him. Damn it, my chest hurts a little."
"Did you hit your leg?" Coach He said angrily, "Are you a fool? Don't you know how to hide?"
Wei Chuan said aggrievedly: "You've been reminding us not to cause trouble outside."
“Fuck, just wait, I’ll go to the Academy of Fine Arts in a minute.” Coach He was grumpy, but he defended himself, “What’s the name of the person who hit you?”
Wei Chuan said: “Li Hanjin , cold cold, Tianjin’s Jin. "
"I'm going now. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, it's a skin injury, Meng Tang went to buy me some medicine."
Coach He hung up the phone.
Wei Chuan smiled successfully, Lao He was really difficult to deal with.
With so many people present tonight, someone must have filmed it. If Lao He investigates, he will definitely see the video.
By then, this Li Hanjin will lose his skin even if he doesn't die.
If this matter is exposed again, it will be inevitable for him to leave the school.
Just kidding, he has some fan base after all.
Meng Tang bought iodophor and ointment. Wei Chuan saw her grinning, and the next second she gritted her teeth in pain.
"Stop laughing." Meng Tang pinched his chin and turned it around, "Disinfect you."
"Oh."
A cute word came out of someone's mouth in a sticky manner.
Meng Tang disinfected him and asked, "Why did you let him hit you on purpose?"
Wei Chuan panicked: "Did you see it?"
"I'm not a fool." Meng Tang opened the ointment and applied it. Click, "To prevent infection."
Wei Chuan grabbed her hand and said, "I did it on purpose. I wanted to use public opinion to force him to leave the school."
After saying that, he stared at Meng Tang blankly.
Meng Tang didn't respond at all: "Oh, let's go eat, it's completely dark now."
Wei Chuan saw that she didn't respond, so he secretly thought that he had made the right move.
At any rate, he was injured, and Meng Tang should also feel distressed.
Weichuan's mouth was injured and it was difficult to eat a meal.
Mengtang was not in a hurry and ate slowly with him.
After dinner, Wei Chuan still wanted to go shopping. Meng Tang said, "I have something to do when I go back, and there is a bus tomorrow afternoon. If you want to have a good sleep in the morning, go back and pack your luggage now."
"Okay." Wei Chuan thought about it, "Then you will sit with me tomorrow?"
Meng Tang: "Let's talk about it then."
Back to the dormitory, she posted the compiled pictures on the Internet and liked the official name of the competition.
There were no pleasantries, only a straight-to-the-point clarification——
The number of votes was abnormal, I had never participated, and I withdrew from the competition because I could not tolerate it.
Picture 1 is the record of my call to the organizer. I asked for verification, and the organizer said that there was no problem with the technical department and there was no ticket fraud. The video in picture 2 is a phone recording.
The next few pictures are my little thoughts on the works that won the first place in votes:
First, his wood was improperly dried and there were traces of slight cracking.
Secondly, he was inspired by the traditional landscape artistic conception, but he did not carve the effect of mountains. Mountains are not mountains, and water is not water. If I want to carve it like this, my master will chop the wood and use it as firewood.
Thirdly, the No. 1 artist’s knife skills are blunt, and the undulating turns of the mountains are too sharp, just like the sharp jawline of a boss in modern romance novels, while traditional landscape sculptures emphasize roundness and excessiveness.
Fourth, the whole work has no center point, is visually divergent, and has an unbalanced structure; the texture of the rocks is chaotic, and the carved lines are disorganized; and the height, depth, and level are not known, and what is carved is not a landscape, but a mudslide.
The word limit limits, I can only say this.
One final word of advice: just because wood doesn’t speak, doesn’t mean it has no soul. Its soul is carved and forged by every craftsman himself.
Those who follow Meng Tang immediately saw the clarification.
Yang Ke held the phone in his hands and suddenly stamped his foot: "Damn it, Wei Chuan forwarded your news."
Mengtang was stunned and turned on the phone again.
Wei Chuan did repost it, with only one sentence: Let’s see who dares to delete it!