Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 130: She Exposes Her Own Disguise

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: She Exposes Her Own Disguise

Chen Fen ran out with a dirty face, head down without watching the road, and stumbled over Yun Yue’s extended leg as she passed by.

Yun Yue looked up and quickly caught her as her phone fell to the ground.

Her delicate eyebrows and eyes held a mischievous look, careless and somewhat frivolous.

When Chen Fen looked up and met Yun Yue’s eyes, she quickly lowered her head, broke free from Yun Yue’s grip, and ran away.

Yun Yue watched her for a second, then picked up the phone from the ground, dusted it off, and continued toward the academic building.

"That phone is really durable; it still works after all that," Liang Qian remarked, somewhat surprised.

Their phone screens would stop working if they were even slightly bumped, and replacing the screen was very expensive. Purchasing a new one could cost them half a month’s allowance.

Zhao Min stared at her freshly done nails, "That phone must be one of the old models, tough like a brick."

...

"Young Master Gu, do you want to go over since Shen Xuan is there?" Yang Xing asked as he threw a basketball.

They could definitely feel that Shen Xuan and Young Master Gu weren’t as close as before; Shen Lin seemed to deliberately avoid Young Master Gu every time.

Gu Yue snatched the ball from the opponent, broke through the defense, and made a slam dunk, eliciting screams from the girls watching nearby.

They could feel it, and naturally, he could too. Since the last sheet music incident, he had not sought her out. Who knew if she would take the initiative to approach him again.

"No."

He had seen it clearly; she had always been using him to satisfy her vanity. Gu Yue was not someone without dignity; on the contrary, he held himself in high regard.

"You’re really not giving her face," Yang Xing clicked his tongue. Shen Xuan hurried over with water, which would have had any other guy running over already.

Young Master Gu was truly Young Master Gu; there was a time when he thought he was into Shen Xuan.

His mother had always cautioned him to restrain himself in front of Gu Yue because he was untouchable.

In Lan City, there was no one he couldn’t provoke—even if Lin Xuanze provoked him, he would still dare.

But if his mother said he was untouchable, it meant their Yang Family couldn’t afford to provoke him, except for those who came from Beijing. There was no one in Lan City that their Yang Family couldn’t provoke.

So, he guessed Young Master Gu was from Beijing, and Shen Xuan was smart. Even before gaining admission to the Piano Association, she had ditched Young Master Gu.

Whether she would regret knowing Young Master Gu’s true identity, he couldn’t tell, but he believed that day wouldn’t be far off.

After waiting for five minutes without seeing Gu Yue come to get the water, Shen Xuan started another round, her eyes gradually darkening and turning cold.

She clenched the water bottle till it deformed. What was Gu Yue thinking? She had lowered herself to bring him water, and he had her wait here in vain without even glancing this way!

Was he determined to make her embarrassed?

She took a deep breath, picked up the water, and left the basketball court without looking back.

"It’s all because of your great idea!" Shen Xuan vented her anger on Zhao Min, who had suggested the idea!

If not for her suggesting she bring the water, she wouldn’t have lost face in front of so many people!

Zhao Min kept her head down, not expecting that Gu Yue would not appreciate Shen Xuan’s gesture.

Liang Qian, looking smug, stepped forward and took Shen Xuan’s arm, "Don’t be mad. After all, Gu Yue is just a passerby in your life. Just don’t interact with him next time. Let’s go to the store and buy some snacks."

Shen Xuan’s mood finally improved. In two months, she would completely say goodbye to him, and afterward, they would be strangers.

**

Yun Yue lay on the desk, picking a relatively clean book to draw in.

Zhang Ziyue thought she was hallucinating for a moment—switching from left to right hand. Could she use both hands?

"Yun Yue, are you left-handed?"

She voiced her doubt.

Yun Yue raised her eyebrows, her eyes twinkling, and with a smile, she said, "No."

"Then why are you switching hands?" Zhang Ziyue was confused.

The boss’s fancy moves?

"Watch this." She took out a clean sheet of paper and wrote with both hands.

One was like chicken scratch, the other comparable to a master calligrapher.

Zhang Ziyue widened her eyes. "Is that even possible?"

"Why?"

"Her right hand writes so well, yet it’s like she developed a left hand out of nowhere!"

Yun Yue continued to hold the pen, carelessly drawing.

Left hand: like it was gnawed by a dog.

Right hand: really beautiful.

She was so shocked she couldn’t speak. So all those ghost talisman patterns she saw all the time were drawn with her left hand!

And she usually used her left hand, it was rare to see her using her right hand.

So those books she picked up before were written by her too!

She thought it was written by some top student with beautiful handwriting.

It turned out to be the top student from her own class.

"Yun Yue, you’re so awesome! Wait... didn’t you say you couldn’t draw?" Zhang Ziyue suddenly widened her eyes, recalling how last semester the class officials struggled for a long time!

She twirled the pen in her hand, which seemed to come alive, and said teasingly, "What I said back then was that I could draw, and I even showed you my drawing. You just turned your head and walked away after seeing it."

"..."

She really failed to recognize true talent.

Judging a book by its cover.

If she’d known just how beautiful Yun Yue’s casual sketches were, she would have enlisted her help without any second thoughts.

Zhang Ziyue held her breath. "But with those ghost talisman drawings, anyone would think you couldn’t draw!"

Yun Yue’s eyes were captivating, as she raised an eyebrow and pulled out the English book from her desk, flipping it open.

Zhang Ziyue widened her eyes, her mouth forming a perfect circle, struggling to believe as she flipped through the English book.

"This can’t be possible!" She scanned page by page, unable to find the drawings she’d seen last semester.

Suddenly, she remembered it might be on page 20 because Liu Xiaoyan had just asked her a question about this page, leaving a deep impression.

She flipped to page 20, where the lines of the ghost talisman had vanished, replaced by an ink painting.

"Ink painting can be done like this?"

It was her first time seeing this.

She’s not unskilled at all; in fact, she’s extremely skilled.

She remembered that the painting by Shen Xuan that won the city’s first prize was about the same theme, but this one was almost the same.

If Yun Yue could draw on a blank paper and then color and refine it, it would definitely be better looking than the one Shen Xuan drew!

Suddenly, she thought of the blackboard newspaper behind them. The entire school couldn’t find anyone better at drawing than Shen Xuan, but now she seemed to know who it was.

"So the blackboard newspaper behind was drawn by you, wasn’t it?" She stood up, her face lighting up with realization.

Her voice was loud and immediately drew the attention of Class Seven.

"What? The blackboard newspaper was drawn by a top student?!"

"Really?"

"Top student?"

They gathered around, waiting for Yun Yue to answer.

Yun Yue’s slender fingers twirled the pen, sitting sideways with an inherent rascality, her eyes wild, and spoke frivolously, "I drew it."

"Damn! I was wondering who could draw such a meaningful painting. Turns out it was you, top student!"

"Yes, only the top student could draw a painting like that."

The interplay of light and dark was wicked and wildly arrogant!

Absolutely wild!

Typical of the top student’s style!