Classic Novel
Chapter 184
Chapter 184
Chapter 184 Average Painting Skills
It was a lively scene on the streaming channel.
“Hahaha! That’s a good question.”
Edi, “I’ll prove him wrong!
“Molly, answer him. Tell him you’re a big eater!”
“Tom, I need all the information about Molly in a minute! Who can resist such a handsome and foolish guy?”
“Ah! A strange combination! I suddenly feel that Molly matches Ziana too.”
Get Borus
The comments on the screen were hilarious, but Steven was too angry to speak. He was glaring at the screen, huffing.
Finally, he stomped his feet and said to Ziana, “Look at him! He bullied me!”
What was he complaining about?
Ziana enjoyed his attention, but she didn’t want to get involved in the storm of jealousy or be responsible for it.
She said deviously, “You guys settle it on your own. You can either go to a duel and the loser will leave automatically, or you can both stay here in peace. Take a pick!”
Steven examined Edison.
The man was taller than him. He might look thin, but the outline of his muscles could be seen under the suit. Steven concluded that he couldn’t beat the man.
“I’m a peace lover.” Steven wimped out but said arrogantly with his chin raised, “I don’t want to see you lose your face in front of Ziana, so I will let you go today!”
Afraid of Edison’s rebuttal, he added in a hurry, “Ziana, come here. I’ll get you in the chair and take a picture for you.”
“I’m fine.” Ziana pulled Nina and Susan up, “Get out of the way.”
“Oh, okay!”
Steven smiled flatteringly, stepped aside, put his hands in front of him, and looked at Ziana with a smile.
When the netizens saw it, they called him a lackey.
After they took a group photo, they headed to the last themed area-the Sea of Flowers.
Steven brazenly insisted on going with them.
Mr. Hall saw the heated discussions and thus did not drive him away.
After they entered from the magnificent gate, they reached the Sea of Flowers, which was true to its name.
There were all kinds of flowers, some of which should not bloom this season, also blooming here.
“Wow! It’s beautiful!” Nina exclaimed. “This is a paradise for taking pictures!”
They took a lot of photos there and reluctantly went to the next stop.
The check-in place of the Sea of Flowers was a three-meter-high graffiti wall. The other three groups of guests were already there.
Candy, Clara, and the new guest, Darlene, were drawing on the wall with brushes.
Not far from them stood three male guests.
There were people coming and going, but Ziana noticed Boris at a glance.
Standing 6.2 feet tall, he was refined in temperament and stood above the crowd.
The light of the distant setting sun fell on him Even though his face was still swollen, he was still dashing
“Wow! Mr. Lewis is so hot,” Nina said honestly. “He’s much more handsome than the other two. He’s at another level”
Susan nodded in agreement.
Ziana was noncommittal.
She had a crush on him at first sight just because of his face.
The man under discussion sensed something and suddenly looked over.
They fell silent in an instant
He ran his cold eyes over them one by one.
When his gaze landed on Ziana, he remained emotionless and quickly looked away.
His attitude surprised her a little, but she soon smiled.
It seemed that what she said today had worked.
Boris finally gave up the idea of remarrying her.
Given his arrogant and stubborn character, it should have drained his patience to court her for over a month.
Her tough attitude probably had made him see the reality.
This was good.
She had made it clear with him after all.
If he continued to pester her, she would have to hit him.
While she was in a trance, Steven waved at him excitedly. “Boris, what are you guys doing over there? Painting?”
Boris heard it and casually glanced over.
He didn’t speak, but Darlene replied, “Yeah, force of habit. My hands are itchy when I see the place for graffiti. I can’t help doing my
work.”
She warmly suggested, “Would you like to try it too? It’s simple. You guys can do it too.”
As she spoke, she unintentionally revealed the wall behind her, and the blooming plum blossoms came into view.
On the strong and sturdy trunks, clusters of plum blossoms were rushing to bloom, lively and crowded.
There were paintings on the entire wall, but most of the works were just fine.
Her plum blossoms stood out.
Nina imperceptibly pursed her lips and muttered, “She is a painter, so of course, her painting is good. Is she trying to get showered with praise by comparing with us on what she is good at? I’m speechless.”
That was indeed Darlene’s intention.
She came to the show to make a name for herself, and then the price of her works would be doubled again.
Or else, she wouldn’t have shown up in this lame show.
Seeing that they didn’t move, Darlene came over and stuffed the brushes into their hands. “Come on, try it. It can relieve your stress! It will be meaningful if we can paint and take a picture of our works later.”
Holding the brush, Nina smiled hypocritically, “Miss Arte, your work is fantastic, and we don’t want to make fools of ourselves. I was
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not born with any artistic genes, and I suck at painting! Just cut me some slack!”
Get Brock
“It’s okay.” Darlene comforted her thoughtfully, “I’m a professional, and you shouldn’t take me as standard. Just take it as recreation. Besides, my paintings are just average in the eyes of professionals.
It’s not that good, and you’re just flattering me.”
D*mn!
What a phony woman!
Nina’s face was stiff with laughter.
Darlene seemed to be speaking the truth, but her words were annoying to Nina’s ears.
It was a shame that she was not talented in painting. Otherwise, she would have shown the woman what she had got.
Nina said perfunctorily, “No, it’s not like that. Your painting is really…”
“Average.” Ziana chimed in, “Your painting skills are ordinary, and your work is below the bar.”
Everyone looked at her.
She glanced at the painting, quickly looked away, and said with a frown, “The sight of it makes me uncomfortable.”
Darlene’s face changed immediately.
This was a blatant humiliation!
It was fine that she called her painting average, but she said that it was below the bar and discomforting.
This was a provocation.
It made her laugh.
Who did Ziana think she was? She knew nothing, yet she had the nerve to comment on her painting.