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nHuo Chenyu pinched her cheeks and grinded his teeth while whispering, “That’s supposed to be your teacher, do you want to get him back?”

n“Wu…. I-I don’t want to…” The little thing widened her cat eyes. She replied inarticulately as her cheeks were puffed from getting pinched.

nShe was forced to learn all sorts of instruments, chess games, read books, and paint.

nGuzheng 1and painting.

nShe doesn’t want to learn it anymore wuwuwu.

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nHowever, her brother didn’t seem to think so.

nHuo Chenyu frowned at the inarticulate little thing, “Your brother is asking if you want a teacher or not.”

n“No…” She doesn’t want one!

n“Yes, you do.” The boy cut her off and glanced at the pleased Shen Yao, his lips curved up and sneered.

nWant to steal his sister’s teacher?

nDid he agree?

n“No no no…” The little thing shook her head furiously and hugged his thighs, unwilling to let him go.

n“Wu…” She wanted to cry just by setting her eyes on paintings, she just didn’t want to experience the pain again.

nHuo Chenyu’s lips twitched furiously at the little thing tightly holding onto his thighs, and felt extremely resentful.

nThis is Huo Yao’s daughter.

nShe doesn’t have to be swift and decisive, merciless and vicious, but she shouldn’t be soft like this.

nThe boy squatted down and pinched her face, mumbling to himself, “Idiot.”

nShe’s like a soft bun.

nDoesn’t she have any temper?

n…

nOld Master Ye touched his beard and glanced at Old Master Huo profoundly while smiling, “It’s not that I don’t want to teach your granddaughter.”

n“But it depends on fate for me to take in a student, it has nothing to do with family background.”

n“This little girl is quite cute and I like her, let alone talented in painting.”

n“Your little granddaughter is only five, isn’t she?”

nWhat does a five-year-old know?

nHe’s here to teach, not raise up a child.

nOld Master Huo wasn’t convinced, “What’s wrong with a five-year-old? Although my granddaughter is young, did you want to make her learn it in a short time? You have to teach her slowly, don’t you?”

nAlthough he also knew that his granddaughter didn’t look like the kind of person who’d learn how to paint.

nBut doesn’t a little girl need her face? If his precious granddaughter knew that she was rejected, she would probably cry.

nOld Master Ye didn’t bother to bicker with a defensive old man.

nWhen he looked at Shen Yao, his eyes smiled more and looked at the boy standing next to the girl, “This is…?”

nHe only noticed his little student, he didn’t see that there was another boy there.

nOld Master Ye was puzzled.

nThis child’s presence was too thin.

n“This is your younger brother?” The two actually looked alike as they both looked obedient, it wasn’t strange that he guessed it right.

nShen Yao nodded, “Yes.”

nOId Master Ye was interested, “Do you know how to paint?”

nYan’an shook his head.

nHe doesn’t know.

n“I can learn…” After a pause, the boy replied in a low voice.

nHe didn’t know how to paint, but not because he was too stupid to learn.

nShen Yao had started learning when she was five and came this far after a year of practice, yet he never even touched a paintbrush before.

nOld Master Ye didn’t believe him and made him do it on the spot.

nHe never considered how difficult it was for a five-year child who has never touched a brush before.

nShen Yan’an couldn’t refuse and he was forced to mimic what Shen Yao did, lighting dipping the brush onto the fine paper.

nHowever, the ink smudged into a ball of black ink because he didn’t control his strength.

nOld Master Ye’s face immediately fell dark.

nShen Yan’an clenched the brush tightly and heard Old Master Ye’s words, “I shouldn’t have let you try.”

n“Since your sister is talented, I thought the brother would know the basics even if you aren’t good at it.”

nBut he didn’t expect an ugly mistake like this from the very beginning.

nIt was absolutely intolerable to Old Master Ye.

n“Hah.” He remembered what the boy said before and immediately sneered,

n“I don’t think I have my eyes on anyone but this girl.”

nOld Master Ye obviously thought he was the type to seek to impress him by showing off something he couldn’t do.

nHe smiled coldly, “You don’t even know the basics and you boasted that you could learn?”

n“I suggest you never touch a paintbrush again child.”

n“It’s good for both you and painting.”

n…

nYe Sang watched the drama blankly and suddenly remembered something…

nThere was a description of Shen Yan’an in the novel.

nHe was famous at a young age, an extremely talented businessman.

nThe novel clearly wrote that the boy was extremely talented with paintings, and he loved it ever since he was young.

nBut because of Old Master Ye’s humiliation, he never touched a paintbrush again.

nBut…..

nYan’an didn’t do anything wrong.

nAnd a bunch of people blamed him for no reason.

nThe little thing watched from the side and pouted, her cat-like eyes were filled with anger.

nShe didn’t know how to curse.

nBut after spending a lot of time with Huo Yao, she learned a few words under Huo Yao’s influence.

nThe little thing opened her mouth crisply but without confidence, dragging her milky tone at Old Master Ye, who was about to leave arrogantly.

n“O-Old man!”

nHuo Yao: “…”

nShen Chuchen: “…”

nWhat did they just hear?

nThe little girl saw so many people looking at her and lowered her head shyly, exposing her soft hair on top of her head.

nShe recalled what this person just said and straightened her back subconsciously, pouting while sounding firm, “I can.”

nShe grew up with her grandpa and started learning all sorts of things when she was only three.

nShe didn’t know how talented one of her grandpas was at painting, but when she was with him, she would always listen to her grandpa sigh,

n“I’m not against anyone in particular here, I’m saying that everyone here is trash. I am the number one in the painting world after all.”

nWhen she was forced to learn, a bunch of grandpas would always sigh about their glorious achievements when they were young.

nThey always chitchat around her, about how they used to be the number one in all sorts of areas.

nThe little thing didn’t really understand what they were saying.

nBut it didn’t get in the way of her calling her grandpas ‘number one’.

n…

nBefore Old Master Ye could get angry, he heard her big talk and immediately laughed, “Kid, what did you just say?”

nShe can?

nShe only looked about four or five and she’s so exaggerated in her abilities?

nThe strand of hair stood up on Ye Sang’s head and blinked. She protected Yan’an behind her and pouted,

n“I just can.”

nShe copied her grandpa’s tone with her young voice, “I-I’m not against anyone in particular here.”

nYe Sang whispered,

n“… I’m saying that everyone here is trash.”

n1 an ancient zither-type instrument with 26 strings

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