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Chapter 218: Is this some kind of ghost drawing?

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Is this some kind of ghost drawing?

Everyone urged Leng Ruobing to paint on the spot, hoping to use this as an opportunity to get closer to her.

However, Leng Ruobing simply smiled lightly and said, "My level of painting isn’t high, so I’d rather not embarrass myself."

"The so-called art of painting is simply for the sake of pleasure and enjoyment; if one truly gets hung up on whether it’s good or bad, that’s somewhat missing the point. President Leng, even if you don’t paint well, you could still give it a try.

Moreover, I’ve heard that President Leng is very interested in painting. With so many artists here, after President Leng paints, they could also progress by learning from each other," Wu Jun said with a chuckle, though his expression was sinister.

Leng Ruobing shook her head and replied, "Let’s not."

At this point, it was not suitable for everyone to keep persuading her, so they could only give up in disappointment.

The name "Ice Beauty" really did speak for itself!

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Xiao Zheng sensed a cold and hostile gaze sweeping toward Leng Ruobing, capturing the instant outburst of murderous intent.

His instincts, honed by years of fighting, immediately put him on alert as he looked up sharply.

"It’s that painter!"

Xiao Zheng noticed that the painter, who had been dressed in black and acting indifferent the entire time, was now observing Leng Ruobing with a detached gaze, yet it was extremely covert.

If it were not for Xiao Zheng’s exceptional spiritual sense, he would have not noticed!

"Something’s fishy about this guy!"

Xiao Zheng’s thoughts became crystal clear, and he scoffed to himself, daring someone to make a move against Leng Ruobing in front of him—as if they didn’t want to live!

After a brief consideration, Xiao Zheng came up with a plan. He burst into laughter and squeezed next to Leng Ruobing, "The gentleman just now made a very good point. It happens that I’m itching to paint, so since President Leng you’re not willing, let me do it."

This sudden development caught everyone off guard.

They all looked at Xiao Zheng with stunned faces.

Who the heck is this guy?

They were all scheming to get closer to Leng Ruobing, and then this person comes out of nowhere and disrupts the atmosphere.

Unable to help themselves, everyone looked his way, and then they realized that this person seemed to have come with Leng Ruobing and had some connection with her.

"Xiao Zheng, what are you doing!" Leng Ruobing said, a bit angry.

"Hehehe, painting," Xiao Zheng laughed mischievously.

As he spoke, Xiao Zheng stepped into the painting area, picked up a brush and a piece of mature rice paper, and sat down at a table next to the black-clothed painter.

The black-clothed painter just gave Xiao Zheng a cold look without speaking and bent down to resume painting.

Xiao Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the painter’s every move.

At this moment, Leng Ruobing also appeared somewhat angry, subconsciously moving closer to Xiao Zheng, seemingly wanting to say something.

A glint of cold light flashed in the black-clothed painter’s eyes.

"Hey, thinking of making a move right in front of me?" Xiao Zheng sneered softly.

His brush paused heavily on the inkstone, absorbing the ink, and then lightly traced across the rice paper.

Suddenly, a string of dense ink flew out from the brush and splashed directly onto the face of the black-clothed painter.

The black-clothed painter, who had been about to act, was startled by this unexpected interference, causing his movement to halt abruptly.

Seeing this, everyone couldn’t help but feel speechless—was this the level of someone who wanted to paint? He couldn’t even hold the brush properly.

Leng Ruobing covered her forehead, her expression one of helpless resignation, finding herself at a loss with Xiao Zheng’s languid disposition and just letting him be.

At that moment, Xiao Zheng let out an "Ah" and said to the black-clothed painter, "Sorry, I haven’t held a brush in so long, I’m not used to it anymore."

His words were apologetic, but his face bore a smug smile. There wasn’t the slightest hint of sincerity in his apology.

Everyone watching was speechless.

Leng Ruobing was slightly angry, feeling Xiao Zheng’s behavior was a bit too much.

The young painter cast a cold glance at Xiao Zheng and said, "It’s fine."

He didn’t pursue the matter further, and instead picked up a white cloth from the table and calmly wiped the ink off his face.

Then the black-clothed painter didn’t leave, but continued to pick up his brush and resumed his painting. Everyone watching admired his focus, this person was truly dedicated to painting!

Xiao Zheng just smiled.

It seemed that the young painter hadn’t given up yet!

Clearly, the young painter was looking for an opportunity to attack Leng Ruobing again, which is why he didn’t seek an excuse to leave and kept on painting.

"I want to see what tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Xiao Zheng sneered coldly and immediately began to paint on the rice paper with his brush at an alarmingly fast pace, almost creating afterimages.

Seeing this spectacle, everyone was dumbfounded once more — clearly, he was painting at random. Even those well-practiced in the art world wouldn’t paint so haphazardly. What could possibly emerge from such chaos, some sort of ghostly symbols?

Beads of sweat formed on Leng Ruobing’s forehead.

The crowd began to stir due to Xiao Zheng’s actions. The black-clothed painter seized this opportunity, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes as his hand reached into his pocket.

Xiao Zheng, who was constantly observing the man’s behavior, noticed the bulge in his pocket and chuckled. He swiftly extended his foot and stamped down hard on the black-clothed painter’s foot.

"Ah!"

The black-clothed painter screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

How immense was Xiao Zheng’s strength? The painter couldn’t bear it, and his foot was nearly flattened!

"Huh?"

Everyone present was stunned by the scene.

What just happened?

The painter’s face twitched as he forcefully stifled his screams, knowing he couldn’t draw attention at this moment.

Without a whimper, he stood up and walked towards the exit.

Obviously, he knew this attempt had failed and he decided not to linger any longer.

"Hey, handsome, don’t go," Xiao Zheng called out. After swiftly adding a few strokes, he smiled at Leng Ruobing and said, "It’s done. I’m a legend in the world of art, and this masterpiece is my gift to you."

Having said this, Xiao Zheng stood up and walked towards the black-clothed painter.

Hearing Xiao Zheng’s confident words, everyone couldn’t help but rush over for a closer look. Upon seeing the painting, they burst into laughter.

That wasn’t painting; it was more like scribbles by a ghost! The mountains didn’t look like mountains; the rivers didn’t look like rivers. It was all a blur.

Leng Ruobing was so angered by the painting that she suspected Xiao Zheng had come solely to stir up trouble. She wanted to confront Xiao Zheng, but by that time, he had already slipped away.

The staff witnessing the scene couldn’t help but shake their heads. One approached, ready to dispose of the painting, but just as his hand touched it, a sudden transformation occurred!

The moment the staff touched the painting, the blur of ink on it began to stretch out, as if an invisible hand were painting. Then, a beautifully detailed scene abruptly materialized!