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Smith walked up to her with a smile, reached out, lifted Yun Xiaoruan's hand, and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

"Miss Yun, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Yun Xiaoruan was a little flattered.

"Mr. Smith... You... You were invited today? "

Smith smiled and nodded.

Lan Lian's face became extremely ugly.

She did not know why Smith and Yun Xiaoruan got to know each other.

It was obviously his master …

Previously, when she was in England, she had followed Smith to learn drawing.

Unexpectedly, Yun Xiaoruan also knew Smith.

But it shouldn't be, Smith never came to China, even if it was about the exhibition, he would never stay there for long.

Then how did Yun Xiaoruan know him?

Could it be …

There was only one reason why Lan Lian thought about it, and that was, Qin Zheng!

Lan Lian clenched her teeth, and looked at Qin Zheng. At that moment, her eyes were filled with resentment.

Qin Zheng, ah, Qin Zheng, it's fine if you don't want to help me, but why are you helping Yun Xiaoruan?

You give her a point, and you sprinkle a handful of salt on my wound.

I hate you, I hate you!

Yun Xiaoruan looked at Smith with a smile and said: "Mr. Smith, it's such a coincidence."

Smith laughed and said: "Miss Yun was also invited here?"

"That's right. I was invited here as the author. I also participated in this time's qualifying competition."

Yun Xiaoruan laughed and said.

Smith was shocked, completely in disbelief.

"What a pleasant surprise, I have seen all ten of the preliminaries' preliminaries in the first place. I wonder who the Miss Yun is?"

Yun Xiaoruan laughed, blinked her eyes and looked at Smith, and said while laughing: "I am …"

"Master, it's not good to be told like this. Since Master has seen the works of the top ten, and all of the works on the internet use pseudonyms and stage names, why don't you tell me which one of the works you are more satisfied with first?"

Lan Lian said as she smiled at Smith.

She had determined that Smith would not choose Yun Xiaoruan's painting, so she purposely wanted to embarrass Yun Xiaoruan.

Smith had been his teacher and disciple for three years, so he would definitely be able to recognize his painting at first glance.

Smith was his own master, so he would definitely help him.

Lan Lian was gloating in her heart over this little scheme of her.

Smith laughed, and rubbed his chin, "That's good too."

As he said that, he said: "Xiao Lian, your work this time was a bit too deliberate and was very gaudy. I've seen your painting, and it was drawing autumn leaves.

Who would have thought that before Smith said which painting caught his eye, he would criticize his own.

The smile on Lan Lian's face almost disappeared.

Han Sheng frowned: "What qualifications do you have to say that?"

"He's my master, so don't talk about it, second brother."

Lan Lian immediately extended her hand out to stop Han Sheng.

If he offended Smith, it would be bad news for him.

Han Sheng was still a little angry.

He was too young and he didn't have much brains. If he was stupid, he wouldn't easily change his mind when he decided on something.

It was not easy for Lan Lian to say anything about him. After all, in the Han Family, only he could believe in himself.

If she offended him, then wouldn't she be in the Han family in the future?

Lan Lian tidied up her emotions, then smiled and looked at Smith again, and said: "Master is right, I take my inadequacies seriously, and I won't avoid anything."

After Lan Lian finished speaking, she anxiously said: "Then Master, let me say, which other work do you like?"

Lan Lian was sure that Smith would not say his work.

She wanted to wait for Smith to finish saying what she liked, then take out Yun Xiaoruan's work for Smith to comment on.

This way, he would be able to belittle Yun Xiaoruan.

What's the use of getting first place? Wasn't he still weak?

Hearing that, Smith thought for a while, then said: "In other words, there really is a piece of work that left a particularly deep impression on me."

"This feeling, it's as if I can see that piece of work that you once gave to me when you entered the school!"

Smith turned and look at Lan Lian.

"Xiao Lian, do you remember the painting you drew when you came to study?"

Lan Lian's face suddenly became somewhat ugly.

That painting... Of course she did.

However … That painting wasn't painted by her...

At that time, it was because he couldn't produce a better work that he took out an online copy of the work and handed it over …

Unexpectedly, Smith had his eye on him.

Later on, she also searched for the author of this work, but she could not find it, nor could she contact him.

She wanted to give the author a lot of money to make up for it, but she also hoped that the author wouldn't say anything about it.

However, after so many years of searching, it was completely useless.

Lan Lian knew that this was a thorn that would forever pierce her heart.

Because if it wasn't hers, it would never be hers.

Yun Xiaoruan was a little nervous, afraid that Smith would criticize his own painting.

However, Qin Zheng lowered his head slightly, leaned over and whispered into Yun Xiaoruan's ear: "If he dares to criticize your drawing, I will wring out his head."

Yun Xiaoruan was startled, and could not help but laugh.

She lowered her head to cover herself.

He held back his laughter.

Qin Zheng lovingly reached out his hands to hug her slim waist, leaning on himself.

Han Song turned his head, looked at Smith and asked: "Mr. Smith, which one do you like the most?"

Smith laughed, and said: "The first thing I saw that shocked me was the piece of work that is currently ranked first in the ballots."

"The title of the competition this time is Autumn. Almost everyone is painting the scenery in autumn, whether it's fallen leaves or the sky. However, this painting is reflecting the reflection in the lake."

"It's very strange. His ideas are unique, and his writing skills are very good. His grasp of color is very powerful, and he has his own unique ideas. This point is very powerful."

Yun Xiaoruan was surprised as she covered her mouth.

Lan Lian also looked at Smith in disbelief, and then looked at Yun Xiaoruan.

Unbelievable, Smith actually praised Yun Xiaoruan.

Impossible... Impossible...

Yun Xiaoruan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Mr. Smith, thank you for your praise."

Smith was startled, "Could it be …"

"That's right, I'm the young lady of the Yun Family. My name is Yun Family and I published two sets of comic books under this pseudonym. Although they all have rather childish stories, I also want to give them to you as a gift."

Smith was extremely surprised, and nodded continuously.

"I didn't expect you to be the original author."

"No wonder you can see through my painting. No wonder you can say the same thoughts as others."

Smith was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Yun Xiaoruan laughed and nodded her head.

Lan Lian clenched her teeth so hard that her teeth nearly shattered from anger.