Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 268 - 248 Lost_2

"Yes, it’s very lifelike, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t dare believe it’s real."

"It’s even better than the teachers at our academy. From now on, if the teacher says my painting isn’t good, I’ll also have something to talk about!"

When Ye Shiqi had finished Tang Shunyan’s portrait, the sounds of admiration were unavoidable, and they couldn’t help but glance at Meng Zhaojun. Although no one said anything to Meng Zhaojun directly, they were all watching the spectacle with glee.

They were sure with that look that Meng Zhaojun had lost.

Meng Zhaojun, upon seeing Ye Shiqi’s painting technique, was taken aback for a moment, somewhat disbelieving. In front of her was just a little more than a two-year-old child whose only difference in status was being born into a farmer family, a bit less than her own.

She had not one less "Golden Finger" than herself; this person must have lived a privileged life before. If not born into a good family, she must have studied music or painting, otherwise, she wouldn’t understand so much.

Perhaps before, they had high-tech computers, or smartphones with software that could produce very fine photos.

One didn’t need to have a great skill in painting; people with slightly better abilities could become painters.

Even ordinary people could paint and sell their paintings in the galleries to earn money.

This little girl, barely over two years old, with such a foundation in painting, hmpf, even if she was from a poor farmer family, as long as she had a brush and paper, she could earn money for her family.

Meng Zhaojun was even more convinced that this little girl in front of her was a true transmigrator like herself.

Her elder sisters did not show such an anomaly; they were the real daughters of a farmer family.

As for those who had just gone with her to ignore Ye Shiqi and were now switching sides so quickly, she was not surprised they didn’t want to be friends with her; it seemed she had the foresight.

Meng Zhaojun knew she was going to lose; her eyes betrayed her, although her expression was one of unwillingness.

Tang Shunyan sat there, unable to see the content of the portrait Ye Shiqi was painting for him; he could only listen to the voices of his companions.

An excited smile appeared on Tang Shunyan’s face, yet he remained in the same posture as before, unable to hide the excitement on his face.

If it had been any other painter, they might have only captured Tang Shunyan’s rigid expression from earlier.

But Ye Shiqi was different; she had seen Tang Shunyan’s happiness, excitement, joy, and anger. Many of his expressions were etched in her mind.

This young boy had shown an angry expression when he spoke to Meng Zhaojun just a moment ago.

The next moment, Ye Shiqi guessed that if she could make the portrait very lifelike, the outside praise would delight Tang Shunyan.

Then, the expression on the boy’s face would surely be one of joy and excitement!

People from great families are taught to hide their feelings, but because of his age, his true feelings showed through!

At this moment, Tang Shunyan’s feelings were revealed by his expression; he cared so much about Ye Shiqi, about her success or failure.

He cared more than if he himself were doing something. Encountering Ye Shiqi from the Ye family’s sisters, the young boy didn’t realize that his concern extended beyond brotherly love.

Of course, he wouldn’t understand now, but one day when he grows up, perhaps he will!

A confident smile appeared on Ye Shiqi’s lips; just as she had thought, didn’t the small boy’s expression reveal exactly what was in her portrait?

Everyone thought she was even more incredible: the features, the expression, even if Tang Shunyan had pressed his face into ink, it couldn’t be more accurate.

The portrait, done in black ink, didn’t require coloring, just a simple illustration of the person and the stool he was on, as well as a basic outline of some elements from the study behind him.

It took less than an hour and a half; it didn’t seem like a long time, but for the two-year-old girl, her hand felt very tired.

When she put down the brush, she couldn’t help but rub her hand that she had been drawing with for so long.

Because they didn’t want to disturb Ye Shiqi earlier, Tang Shunyan had been sitting still without moving, almost an hour—more tedious than a lesson at the academy.

He involuntarily moved his body, feeling that his legs had gone numb.

"Chunxiang, come help me up!"

Tang Shunyan didn’t dare to walk like that, pretending his feet were numb, fearing he might sprain his ankle.

"Young Master, be careful!"

"Help me to the front of the painting!"

Limping to the side of the table with the painting, Tang Shunyan saw the portrait with ink not yet dry and laughed heartily, "Haha, I knew it, my Ru Mei can paint."

He didn’t want to stimulate Meng Zhaojun further and didn’t repeat what he had said before. Since he had already won, it was unnecessary to dwell on that topic any longer.