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Chapter 138 Jiang Wan is in danger, a hair's breadth away!
Upon entering the house, she didn't change her shoes first, but instead peeked into the living room.
Seeing the figure painting in front of the French windows, Jiang Wan knew she had guessed correctly.
Thankfully, I didn't ring the doorbell and disturb him.
She changed into slippers, took her things, and went into the living room.
An easel stood in front of the man, and he held a paintbrush, moving it across the canvas.
Jiang Wan didn't say anything, but quietly placed the things on the round table and sat down in the red chair.
I took out my phone, put it on silent, and then quietly started reading a novel to pass the time.
Jiang Yubai paused, glancing at the figure out of the corner of his eye, before continuing to paint.
Half an hour later, he put down his paintbrush.
Hearing the noise, Jiang Wan turned to look at him and gave him a slight smile.
"Teacher, I've come to submit my manuscript."
Their eyes met, and Jiang Yubai blinked.
He got up, walked over, picked up the notebook on the round table, and flipped through the pages one by one, matching the numbers on the picture book.
Jiang Wan's fingertips curled up, showing some nervousness.
It felt like I was back in the days when my professor was checking my paper.
The man moved slowly, pausing briefly on each page.
Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he smiled.
Although the movement was small, it was still accurately captured by Jiang Wan.
He turned to the last page.
After reading it, I closed the notebook.
"Can."
Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
She picked up the umbrella beside her and said, "Thank you for the umbrella, teacher. I'll put it back for you."
After saying that, he got up, put the umbrella back in the cabinet, and went back to the red chair.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
She picked up her bag, but lost her grip, and the bag fell back into the chair.
A section of a transparent box peeks out from the canvas bag.
"What is that?"
He cast a questioning glance his way.
Jiang Wan was afraid that people would misunderstand that she had stolen something, so she took out the box directly.
"This is a mung bean cake made by my mom."
Jiang Yubai looked down.
There were four light green pastries stacked in the box.
It is irregularly shaped and has some broken edges.
He remembered the various kinds of snacks his mother used to make for him before she passed away.
Jiang Wan noticed that he didn't speak and seemed somewhat dazed.
Thinking he was about to have a hypoglycemic episode, I quickly handed him the box.
"Teacher, would you like to try some?"
Jiang Yubai snapped out of her daze, her mind trying to refuse, but her hand reached out anyway.
Jiang Wan silently curled the corners of her lips.
I knew it was because they were hungry.
The man took the box and opened it.
Just as I was about to reach for it, I suddenly remembered something.
He walked to the sink and washed his hands.
After returning, I sat in the wicker chair, took out a piece from the box, and took a bite.
After chewing, he uttered two words.
"On the sweeter side."
Jiang Wan nodded, "A little, my mom put too much sugar in."
Thinking he didn't like it, I was about to put the lid back on and take it away when he suddenly spoke.
"Give it to me."
Jiang Wan paused for a moment, then said, "...Okay."
The man's indifferent expression suddenly became somewhat lively.
Jiang Wan realized that he liked to eat it.
The man continued eating the piece in his hand, while Jiang Wan picked up her bag.
"Take your time eating, teacher. Call me if you need anything."
"Um."
Jiang Wan changed her shoes and left.
The door closed.
As Jiang Yubai ate the mung bean cake, his gaze fell on the notebook on the round table, and a strange feeling swept through his heart.
Her content reveals that she has little understanding of art.
It's also clear that some of them were written based on online materials.
But even so.
The themes she chose for the twenty paintings all perfectly matched his creative ideas.
Is there really anyone in this world who can understand him?
Jiang Yubai didn't believe it until he met him.
But now, he has no choice but to believe it.
He attributed the strange feeling in his heart to his appreciation for Jiang Wan.
Appreciation that is free from any romantic feelings.
*
Across the ocean, Boston.
The bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.
Pei Heyun poked Shang Shixu's back with his pen.
"Brother Xu, tell me quickly, how far have things progressed between you and Maruko since you went back this time?"
Pei Heyun had been holding back for several days, but couldn't get the answer out of him online.
Now that we've finally caught them, we must satisfy our curiosity.
Shang Shixu leaned back in his chair. "Are you deliberately seeking to be tortured?"
Pei Heyun choked for a moment, then slapped him on the shoulder.
"I've come to terms with it. I now see Maruko as my sister-in-law."
Shang Shixu smiled slightly, "You've got good eyesight. She's your real sister-in-law now."
Upon hearing this, Pei Heyun raised an eyebrow.
"Are you two officially dating?"
Shang Shixu nodded proudly.
Pei Heyun smiled, "Congratulations, congratulations! I didn't expect you to have such a fruitful trip back."
"Tell me, what were your thoughts on your first relationship?"
Shang Shixu pursed his lips and remained silent, only turning the pen in his hand.
As his childhood friend, Pei Heyun could tell at a glance that he was in trouble.
"What's wrong?"
"Is it because you've realized that once you're actually in a relationship, you don't like the same things as before?"
It must be said that Pei Heyun is experienced.
Some filters only work when you're not together; they disappear once you are.
Shang Shixu stopped writing and tapped the edge of the table.
No, quite the opposite.
"I want to give her everything good at once."
Pei Heyun: "..."
He developed a simp personality from dating.
So fresh.
Pei Heyun: "So what are you worried about now?"
Shang Shixu twitched the corner of his mouth. "She thinks my love is a bit morbid."
Pei Heyun: "Well, what she said isn't wrong either."
Shang Shixu was stabbed in the chest.
Pei Heyun added, "From another perspective, she doesn't love you as deeply as you do, so she can't accept your kind of love."
Shang Shixu felt as if he'd been stabbed again in the chest, glancing coldly at him. "Do I need you to tell me?"
Pei Heyun shrank his neck.
Sigh... this relationship still has a long way to go.
*
Hai City is 12 hours away from Boston.
Jiang Wan and Shang Shixu resumed their online dating life, which had been characterized by a reversed day-night cycle.
Having prior experience, the two of them didn't find it difficult to adapt.
Before we knew it, it was the afternoon of July 10th.
Haicheng Art Museum.
Bai Mu's three-day art exhibition has begun.
As his contact person, Jiang Wan needed to be on-site and communicate with the organizers at any time.
Because Bai Mu never makes public appearances, there is no speech section for the art exhibition.
Visitors can buy tickets and come in for a tour on the opening day.
The latest masterpiece by a mysterious and talented painter.
This gimmick attracted a lot of people.
Despite being the main figure in the art exhibition, Jiang Yubai wore a hat and a mask, blending into the crowd.
Every time he holds an art exhibition, he disguises himself as a passerby to visit.
He saw Jiang Wan through the crowd.
She is explaining a painting to a collector.
The artistic lamp hanging above her head swayed slightly.
Jiang Yubai's pupils suddenly contracted!
Jiang Wan stood still, speaking earnestly.
Without any warning, a figure suddenly darted out, grabbed her, and abruptly pulled her to the side.
Both of them fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
The light fixture made a dull thud as it hit the marble floor.
Exclamations of surprise rose and fell from all around.
Jiang Wan's mind jolted, and she snapped back to reality.
They immediately realized what had just happened.
Someone saved her!
Ignoring the pain in her back, Jiang Wan immediately went to check on the person who had fallen next to her.
It's Bai Mu!
Is it him?
The man, clutching his left arm, stood up.
With a deathly pale face, he strode toward the entrance of the exhibition hall.
Jiang Wan got up and hurriedly followed!