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Sister Manman, can you do me a favor? Whether I can live till next week will depend on you, Sister Manman! Sun Linger carefully hugged onto Ding Manman's arm, and said with a very obedient tone, while acting coquettishly at the same time.

"You have to explain clearly what kind of help I can help you with. Also, don't say it in such a serious manner. What does the fact that you can't see the sun next week have to do with me painting?" Ding Manman really couldn't think of a connection between the two, and looking at Sun Linger's expression, Ding Manman felt that this task wasn't that simple.

"Not much, just that someone I know is going to hold an art exhibition recently, and her painting is the focus of attention. I don't have a good relationship with her, so when we met two days ago, we quarreled a bit, so I said something fierce about bringing out a better and more popular painting than her …"

The more Sun Linger spoke, the softer she became, because even she felt that she wasn't doing well. Putting aside the fact that she was going to the United States to study finance, she was not interested in the art of painting at all. Her painting skills were average as well and she didn't have many friends in the art world around her.

"Linger, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that if he can receive the most attention while holding a painting exhibition, then his drawing skills must be extremely profound. I'm afraid he won't be able to reach that level, and you are too impulsive in this matter." Ding Manman disagreed with Sun Linger's way of doing things. What she could not accomplish, was not to try to be brave.

"I know that, but that woman was really too much. She won a few prizes for her own painting and then treated herself as Fan Gao. Not only was her attitude arrogant, but she was also always saying that I was useless. She was a woman who knew nothing but relied on my big brother." Sun Linger also knew that she was too impulsive, but that woman was truly too impulsive.

"She said in front of so many celebrities that our Zhong Family is a person who reeks of copper and has only benefits in our eyes without any arts or culture. I was angered and directly went back to her house to say that there were also people who were good at painting, but she actually said that."

"Oh really? I'll be hosting an art exhibition at the gallery in the city center next week. When the time comes, all the famous painters will bring their works to attend, and I believe that Miss Sun will definitely bring her works to attend.

Sun Linger could still remember that woman's arrogant look, as a result, she had angrily said that she would bring better works than her. However, when Sun Ling was looking for all her friends, not a single one of them could catch her eyes, so she could only come and beg for Ding Manman's help.

"Where's your brother? He has so many connections, so she should know more artists." Just as Ding Manman finished speaking, Sun Linger shook her head like a rattle drum, using all her strength to express her unwillingness.

"If my brother knows that I can show off, then I might as well just go over and be mocked by that woman and her so-called artists. I hate people who don't have the strength to show off their strength the most." Sun Linger rejected it without thinking.

It had to be known that being mocked by that woman was just a slap in the face, but if her brother found out, it would be a life threatening matter. Even if she ran out of options, she wouldn't dare to ask for her brother's help.

"Alright, I'll try my best, but first, I haven't painted for a long time, so I might not even be able to draw a third of her level." Ding Manman felt that although she liked drawing, her skills were not good enough to compete with a professional painter's.

"It's fine, it's fine. One third is enough, at least it's better than nothing," Sun Linger now did not ask for anything.

Sun Linger brought Ding Manman to the drawing room. Everything had already been prepared here, and everything needed for drawing was completely prepared. Ding Manman saw that half of the drawing paper had been discarded, and curiously opened it up to read.

"Hehe, I tried to draw it myself, but I wasn't very satisfied with the result. It should be said that it was too unsightly, and I can't stand watching it any longer." Sun Linger scratched her head in embarrassment. She had originally planned to give it a try herself.

Because she had seen some of the so-called art paintings, they looked like overturned paint, or like the graffiti of a child. They looked ridiculous, but they were sold for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, or even hundreds of millions.

That was why she thought that she could draw as well. However, later on, she realized that regardless of whether she drew it or not, it looked the most like a child scribbling. Not only was it ugly, it was also extremely laughable.

"May I ask who gave you the courage to speak so harshly?" This level was not that Ding Manman was belittled on purpose, it was truly terrible. Even a five year old who had just learned it probably had a better feeling than her drawing.

"Maybe it's Liang Jingru." The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Towards Sun Linger's open-minded personality, Ding Manman felt that it was good, at least she wouldn't care about it too much.

When Ding Manman did not pick up the brush after a long time, a trace of energy finally came into her dead heart. Creation required inspiration, and inspiration was a strange thing. Although Sun Linger did not know the essence of drawing, he knew that when others were drawing, he could not disturb them, so she silently withdrew herself, only by doing so would she be able to focus even more.

Ding Manman, whose creation no one bothered, started. Because it had been too long since she last drew with a brush, she was not satisfied with the results, so she continued to draw for a long time without coming into contact with the things she liked. Ding Manman revealed an excited expression on her face, and showered her inspiration onto the white paper.

Ding Manman stayed there for the entire day, and only came out at night. If it wasn't for the fact that the wound on her palm was a little sore, she might not have come out, because she astonishedly discovered that painting could stimulate her emotions, making her thoughts and emotions completely empty, and putting all her heart into painting.

In the next few days, Ding Manman stayed inside the art studio. Other than sleeping in the bedroom, she spent the rest of her time inside the art studio. Sun Linger thought that if she brought a resting room, Sister Manman probably would not even leave the art studio.