The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

Chapter 165: Chapter 164: Find a Way to Get Brother Mian to Draw (Additional Chapter)

After a while.

Shouhao, stroking his chin, “It kind of looks like it… and kind of doesn’t; I can’t make anything out at all!”

Panghao, flicking through a notebook, imitated his old man’s tone.

“The brushwork on this burger wrapper is delicate, coherent and carries a hint of rebellious casualness. Although this one bears some resemblance, it lacks a certain wild flavor,” Panghao fancied himself quite the critic.

The first part of that statement was actually something he had overheard from his dad.

Shouhao slapped his thigh, “So then, you’re saying, Lu Mian is the Guardian God of Wucheng?”

“Can’t really say that…” Panghao shook his head, “Although Lu Mian eats burgers, we’ve never seen her paint, have we? We need evidence for this sort of thing!”

“That’s easy!” Shouhao smiled slyly: “We’ll just find a way to get Lu Mian to paint one herself, and that’ll settle it!”

Their discussion was so enthusiastic that Bai Fangfei, who passed by, nearly burst into laughter upon hearing them.

“You two are ridiculous; sucking up to someone isn’t done like this! Everything is about Lu Mian; how is she so capable?”

“What’s it to you?” The brothers didn’t want to argue with a girl.

“I’m the class monitor, and you guys are shirking your duties all day. What’s wrong with me managing you a bit? And what’s this about forming a ‘Protect Lu Mian Squad’? Just wait until the month-end exams; you’ll both be crying!”

She appeared genuinely concerned, “Both of your families are so well-off, yet you keep hanging out with someone who’s unloved by her dad and mom. Are you not afraid of what others might say?”

“As long as you shut up, no one will have the time to gossip!”

“You!” Bai Fangfei stomped her foot in frustration.

Just wait, after the monthly exam, she’d make sure Lu Mian paid the price!

After the brief interlude, Lu Mian arrived at school in the afternoon and discussed dinner plans with Panghao and Shouhao.

Just as Sui Yuan had predicted, Lu Mian didn’t have time.

“Lu Mian, are you busy today?” the two asked.

Lu Mian, propping her chin, gazed out the window, absently nodding: “Yes, something important.”

The kind that no one could prevent.

Coincidentally, Mr. Su had sent her a message inviting her over to the Su Family for dinner, which she declined without a second thought.

After school.

Lu Mian, slinging her backpack over one shoulder, sauntered casually toward the school gates.

Since it was Friday, lots of parents had come to pick up their kids. Many cars had lined up along the curb, filling the entire street.

Lu Mian stood on the sidewalk, playing with her phone while waiting for something.

Bai Fangfei, appearing from nowhere, passed by Lu Mian and said coolly, “Waiting for a ride too?”

This area was the pickup zone where students waited for their parents to drive over and get them.

She was aware of Lu Mian’s family situation.

Not that it mattered that she had cut ties with the Lu Family; even if she hadn’t, the Lu Family wouldn’t send a car for her.

So what if Lu Mian had made twenty million from Go, she still donated it to the school. Besides, twenty million was nothing for their level of wealthy families.

But Bai Fangfei’s attempt to strike up a conversation went unanswered. Turning her head to look at Lu Mian beside her, she saw that Lu Mian didn’t even flicker an eyelash.

Fiddling with her phone in one hand, the other casually tucked in her pocket, she exuded an air of unruly nonchalance, seemingly indifferent to the world.

Tsk, such arrogance.

Thinking this, Bai Fangfei saw two cars approaching. She walked over to the luxurious Rolls-Royce, waving at Lu Mian in show-off manner.

“Lu Mian, my ride’s here, bye,” she said.

Only then did Lu Mian realize someone was speaking to her.

As she looked up, she saw a sleek black car; she lifted her leg and strolled towards it unhurriedly.

Bai Fangfei watched Lu Mian get into the car in front, then scoffed softly from inside her own car.

Just a crummy old brand.

She directed the driver, “Uncle Li, there’s so much space ahead, move up a bit, don’t let anyone cut in line!”

“No need to worry, miss, no one will cut in line,” the driver assured.

“Why not?”

Driver Li smacked his lips.

“That car’s too expensive, no one dares to follow behind! Our ten Rolls-Royces wouldn’t even cover the cost!”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om