"Okay, I'll put down my things and come over." Jiang Chan didn't refuse. Seeing that there were still twenty minutes left for class, she had plenty of time.

"I don't know what Lao Yang asked you to come over. Could it be that you are participating in another competition?" A boy muttered, holding a pencil in his hand.

"Maybe, but there are no restrictions on us participating in the competition. If you are of a good level, Lao Yang will definitely give you some advice."

"Forget it, I don't have the ability of the big guys. Compared with the big guys, I am just a salty fish, and I will never be able to stand up."

"You still have some self-awareness."

"Speaking of which, if you are frustrated in love, you will naturally be successful in your career. You haven't seen the big boss break up, and it seems that you have cheated. What do you think, how about one day I go to have a relationship and break up?"

"Are you crazy? Do you dare to say this? This is the big boss's problem. Are you going to fall out with me again?"

"Okay, okay, if you don't mention it, I bet that that scumbag ex will definitely regret it in the future. What a good person our boss is?"

"There is no point in regretting it. Qingqing is so outstanding, beautiful and talented now, she will definitely be a great painter in the future."

By the way, this is also one of Jiang Chan's abilities. As long as she is in the same class, no teacher or classmate will say anything bad about her. Of course, Jiang Chan calls it her personality charm.

In the office of the department head, looking at his favorite student, Lao Yang smiled so hard that his teeth were almost exposed: "Yun Qing is here? Sit down quickly! I have something to see you."

"You don't have any plans for the summer vacation?"

"Not at the moment. Teacher, what do you mean?"

"It's like this. There will be a well-known painter competition in country m next month. Almost all painters from all over the world will participate. I see that you have won a lot of domestic awards, and I want you to go there and give it a try."

Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows: "The teacher thinks so highly of me? Can I be called a painter?"

Lao Yang raised his eyebrows: "What do you think? You girl has made so much progress in the past year, it's like you suddenly got enlightened. The department didn't really point you to the trophy, it just wanted you to go out and grow up.

experience."

Jiang Chan understood: "I understand, the important thing is to participate. Don't worry, teacher, I will sign up to participate when I get back."

Seeing that Jiang Chan was able to figure it out, Lao Yang nodded with satisfaction: "That's right. We who are engaged in art can't just squat at home all the time. We always have to go out and look at other people's works."

After talking to Lao Yang for a few more words, Jiang Chan returned to the classroom after seeing that the time was almost up.

After a class, Jiang Chan was surrounded by people.

"Qingqing, why did Lao Yang ask you to come over?"

"There is a competition in country m next month, and the teacher asked me to go and open my eyes. Anyone who wants to sign up can pay for it at their own expense."

Jiang Chan's words were concise and concise. How can we say that studying art is the most expensive thing? In the year Jiang Chan came here, she spent hundreds of thousands just participating in various competitions.

Not to mention the various paints, papers, etc. used during practice, these are all piled up with money. Although the department will give bonuses for winning awards, these bonuses are nothing compared to their own expenses.

That's all, this is still under the condition of winning an award.

"Hey, has the boss reached this level? Do you want to participate?"

"Of course...if you don't participate, we won't win any prizes in our domestic competitions, so don't go out and be embarrassed."

Putting the words of her classmates behind her, Jiang Chan held her cheek and asked, "If you go to country M, if you really go to such a big financial center, should you go and stir up trouble?"

Now that she had spent all her money, she only had less than five million on hand. This amount of money was considered a huge amount of money to other people, but in the eyes of the Yun family and the Ye family, it was just drizzle.

It was already approaching summer vacation, and there were not many students on campus. After class, Jiang Chan declined the invitations of several boys to have dinner together, and left the classroom with her easel on her back.

She couldn't really leave when the time was up, she still had to go to country m to see and walk around. So the summer vacation had just begun, Jiang Chan took all her wealth and boarded a plane to country m.

Her neighbor was a white man about forty years old. When he saw Jiang Chan, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Are you an adult?"

Jiang Chan laughed and said, "Sir, I have been an adult for several years. I am twenty-one years old this year."

The man spread his hands: "Well, the age of Easterners is so mysterious. You look much younger than your age."

Jiang Chan held the painting book and smiled with her eyes like two crescent moons: "Thank you for your compliment. You are also very handsome. You have the temperament of an artist."

She and this man had quite a conversation. They didn't ask about his name or experience. They had a lot in common about art.

Looking at Jiang Chan's painting book, he can see infinite artistic conception in just a few strokes, and the man is not shy about praising it.

"You are a very talented painter." The man praised vigorously, "I don't understand your artistic conception, but I can feel its beauty."

Jiang Chan chuckled: "Thank you, I don't dare to be a painter yet, I'm just a student."

The conversation with this man was very pleasant. He had been to many places and seen many things, and his interest arose. The two of them even became friends through painting, which was to draw pictures in each other's picture books.

Of course, Jiang Chan can now see that this is also a painter, and his level is quite high. Different from Jiang Chan's emphasis on artistic conception, his paintings are very colorful and look very passionate and unrestrained.

During the more than ten hours of flight, Jiang Chan and this white man chatted quite passionately. The two of them hardly took a break, and they were still unfinished after the plane landed.

"You are really a very talented painter. Where do you live here? I really want to communicate with you again."

When he went to pick up his luggage, the man walked beside Jiang Chan. He couldn't bear to be separated from Jiang Chan, and his eyes were full of joy. Just having known Jiang Chan for less than twenty-four hours, he felt that he had gained something.

Quite a lot.

"I haven't thought about it yet. I'll contact you after I settle down." Jiang Chan simply said that after exchanging contact information with the man named Wahe, Jiang Chan dragged her suitcase and left the airport.

Jiang Chan was not at all panicked when she traveled alone. She had traveled all over the country for so many years, where had she never been?

After checking in, Jiang Chan began her jet-lagged life, leaving Wah sighing at Jiang Chan's back.

"Hey, man, what's wrong with you? You look a little abnormal?" A man put his arm on Wah's shoulder. He had been standing next to Wah for a long time and looked at him. Why didn't he seem to see him?

?

Wahe sighed: "I met a little girl on the plane. We had a very interesting chat. I don't know if we will meet again."
Chapter completed!