The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
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474: 448 474: 448 “This one…” Mir Han opened a portfolio in his hands, then suddenly stopped speaking, neither putting it down nor continuing to read, as if he had become entranced by the portfolio he was holding.

“This…

what on earth is going on?

Could it be he’s seen something I wrote?!

Oh!

Lord!

I couldn’t have written anything that would entrance him like that!”

“Could it be Mir Han has remembered something?

Or…

some weird commentary?!

Anyway, his expression is too strange!”

“I’m really curious about what he saw!

I want to see too!

Hurry and read it out loud!

It might even be mine!”

“…”

A group of women, who had been waiting as eagerly as if they were waiting for stars and moons, all craned their necks, longing for their last hope to fall on them.

“Oh!

It must be something I wrote!

My artistic talent is just so outstanding!

What can I do?!

Who’d have thought I was naturally a superior person?!

Unlike some inferior ones!” Vincent said shamelessly.

“Darling!

I think it’s yours too!

You have to take me in later, alright!” Mitchell cooed as he clung to Vincent’s arm.

“Is your face on your ass now, and your mouth turned into a fart valve?!” Yi Mengran said as she fiercely flipped Vincent and Mitchell the bird.

Before Vincent could open his mouth to curse, Mir Han had snapped out of his reverie, “Oh!

My God!

What I see is simply a masterpiece of Impressionism!

Come take a look!

Come take a look!

Angela, come out and walk the catwalk one more time!” Mir Han waved the portfolio in his hands excitedly, calling out a model who had just walked before.

The evening gown was predominantly grey, adorned with seemingly haphazard yet ingeniously placed white spots, forming a huge white circle around the neckline.

“Moon descending!

Owl cries!

Frost fills the sky!

Oh!” Mir Han was so enraptured he was nearly fainting.

With exaggerated expressions, he flipped to read the name on the front of the portfolio and said, “Oh!

Mr.

Liu!

How did you come up with these words?

I almost thought I had written them myself!

You know, when I was designing this dress, it was the moonlight over the sea of love I saw!

It’s the exact same scene!

So stunning!

So wonderful!

Your description took me back to that night once again!”

“Chinese culture is broad and profound; how could these barbarians possibly see through it?” Liu Hun deliberately said in an old and deep tone, causing the three women to burst into laughter.

“Look at this bunch of trashy women and their flirtatious ways!

They have no manners!

No upbringing!” Mitchell hadn’t expected that what Mir Han so admired would turn out to be Liu Hun’s commentary.

“If you dare say one more word, believe it or not, I’ll tear your mouth apart?” Yi Mengran’s mood had been good until Mitchell ruined it, and she glared coldly at Mitchell.

“Count me in too!

I know Taekwondo, you know!” Shi Qing’er also joined in the fun, realizing that she and Yi Mengran did share some similarities in temper.

“Rude!” Mitchell shrank back timidly, leaning against Vincent, not daring to say anymore.

Vincent, however, was feeling indignant, having boasted grandly only to be immediately contradicted.

Just as he was about to make a scene and try to use some of the xenophobic attitudes present to drive Liu Hun and the others away, Mitchell held him back and whispered something into his ear…

Mir Han, still gripped by excitement, spoke at length with Liu Hun before reluctantly returning to the catwalk.

Meanwhile, Liu Hun took the opportunity of their handshake to siphon off a bit of Mir Han’s artistic ability, wanting to understand the essence of the luxury goods industry even more.

“Alright!

After that surprising moment!

We should get back to the main topic.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the penultimate portfolio!

Will it be the one to bring forth a lucky individual?

Let’s see…” Mir Han said as he opened the second-to-last portfolio.

For Liu Hun and the four of them, both Shi Qing’er and Liu Hun had passed, meaning all four would be able to enter the studio and might even get a custom evening gown from Mir Han.

But…

both Yi Mengran and Lin Xiaoxiang had their pride and wanted their own commentaries to be recognized by Mir Han.

And they weren’t the only ones with such hopes; countless other women who hadn’t been chosen felt the same.

“This one…

if it wasn’t for Mr.

Liu’s shock earlier, I would choose it, but now let’s leave the chance for the last one!” Mir Han said, putting aside the penultimate portfolio.

Yi Mengran and Lin Xiaoxiang knew that at least one of them would have to rely on others now, and possibly both could be left out.

But what surprised Yi Mengran was that Mitchell and Vincent, those two annoying flies, had stopped buzzing around.

“The last one is written by…” Mir Han paused and said, “Oh!

The calm blue…”

“…

is sadness that even Chopin would struggle to play!” Mitchell suddenly stood up, finishing the sentence that Mir Han had left hanging.

“Oh!

Miss, you’re a bit too eager…” Mir Han thought the review was well written, but he felt a bit displeased at being interrupted.

Flipping to the previous name, he paused for a few seconds and said, “Evening…

Yi Mengran…

How could you use an Eastern star’s name?”

“Plagiarism!

Shameful theft!

Despicable, shameless Asian!” Vincent suddenly exploded like a bomb, pointing at Yi Mengran and shouting accusatorily.

“How could this be…

This is Ms.

Yi Mengran’s own writing, isn’t it?

And it’s her own name.

I’m not quite clear on what you are saying,” Mir Han expressed, completely befuddled by the sudden accusation.

“Force me to take action, will you!

If you don’t trim a tree, it won’t grow straight!

I didn’t wear these high heels for nothing today!” Yi Mengran bent over to take off one of her high heels as Lin Xiaoxiang and Liu Hun hurriedly stepped forward to hold her back.

Liu Hun said softly, “Yi Mengran, calm down.

No matter what, resorting to violence is not reasonable.

If you do, those two will attack us over our character.

Let’s first see what they have to say.”

To Liu Hun’s surprise, just as Yi Mengran made a fighting stance, someone recognized her from behind.

“Oh!

My God!

Isn’t that the music academy’s Evening?

Who would dare to mess with her?

Do that man and woman have a death wish?”

“I know her!

Last time in the café, she smashed the head of a black guy who touched her butt!

So fierce!

Are all Eastern women like this?”

“I bet even the police chief knows her by now!

Who knows how much bail she has paid, or if she has other connections?!”

Just as Yi Mengran was restrained by Liu Hun and Lin Xiaoxiang, she turned around upon hearing the gossip from the women behind her, brandishing her high heel and saying, “Shut up, all of you!”

The few women immediately closed their mouths, not daring to speak another word of rubbish.

“Designer Mir Han!

Here’s what happened!

My girlfriend had her own comments for that blue evening gown, and she shared her thoughts with me.

But, this despicable thief overheard!

The thief immediately began to write!

Since my girlfriend was only suspicious and hadn’t seen her writing clearly, she left her sketchbook blank, without writing anything!

I think, Designer Mir Han, you must have seen a blank sketchbook, haven’t you?

That’s my girlfriend!

A superb musician!

A woman with immense artistic creativity voicing her protest against this thief!

So, she hasn’t written a single word!” Vincent said, filled with righteous indignation, recalling how Mitchell had told him she spied on Yi Mengran writing her review and, being unable to come up with anything herself, left her sketchbook blank.

They huddled together and came up with this plan.

“Wow…”

The whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone was taken aback by Vincent’s explanation, which sounded logical, no matter how far-fetched it was.

“Bullshit!

Shameless thing!

Half-brained idiot!

Do you believe I could shove you back into your mother’s belly and give you another go at brain development?!” Yi Mengran seethed with anger, struggling as Lin Xiaoxiang finally managed to take the high heel away from her.

As the event organizer, Mir Han didn’t want the situation to escalate.

He hurried over to mediate, “Mr.

Liu, Ms.

Yi Mengran.

This is a public venue, as well as a fashion show.

Let’s all remain calm, shall we?”

Liu Hun said to Yi Mengran, “Leave it, Yi Mengran.

Being taken away by the police from here is not a good look.

Besides, if you get taken away, wouldn’t that be exactly what they want?”

Yi Mengran thought about it, realizing that it wouldn’t be worth it to get arrested without even getting a hit in.

Frustrated, she gave up on the idea.

Mir Han heaved a huge sigh of relief; he certainly didn’t want his show ruined, nor did he want to appear in the magazines because the police had to intervene at his event.

Mir Han returned to the stage with a smile and read out the names of the eleven invited guests.

In an attempt to smooth things over, he added both Mitchell and Yi Mengran to the list.

Those not selected left the showroom with faces full of regret while those chosen each brought along a companion and followed Mir Han and the staff into the backstage workshop.

“My dear!

You’re so talented!

Such wonderful metaphors!

As expected of a music academy’s honor student!

You’re so much more noble than those who can only plagiarize and copy,” Vincent said loudly on purpose—he wanted to turn Yi Mengran’s alleged plagiarism from a falsehood into truth.

“Let’s keep our distance from that crazy woman.

If she really is psychotic and hurts us, we won’t be responsible,” Mitchell remained quite afraid of Yi Mengran, especially since her conscience was even more troubled after lying.

After Mir Han led everyone on a tour of the workshop and introduced them to Valentino’s young designers,

The attendees clapped their hands—Mir Han gestured for everyone’s attention, “Ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome to our workshop.

Today, in addition to the tour, we have a fundraising event!

To protect the wildlife on our planet, we advocate against the use of fur.

At the same time, we hope that everyone present will contribute.

The top three donors today will be thanked by having me personally design an evening gown for them right here in front of everyone, making a unique dress just for them!” Due to time and energy constraints, and also to add meaning to his own show, Mir Han had adopted this approach.