Are you crazy?Gao Leng's school belle blocked the male dormitory to give milk tea?

Lan Lang noticed Duan Jia's movements and the dust on his front and back clothes.

Following the more obvious footprints on the ground, he saw the door of the room that had been opened more than halfway.

Only then did I figure out that Duan Jia had been hiding behind the door just now, and slipped out while everyone was looking at the painting.

Stimulate!

Almost, the identity of the illustrator was completely exposed.

She turned her head and looked into the room. Others were still surrounding the easel, studying the latest works excitedly, and no one was looking for the illustrator.

Then, she turned her head and whispered to Duan Jia:
"Boss, I promise that this kind of thing will never happen in the future."

Although the incident happened suddenly, she was also responsible for not stopping it in time, which made Duan Jia so embarrassed that she almost exposed her identity as an illustrator.

Thinking about it is a little scary.

If it wasn't for Duan Jia's boldness and carefulness to hide in a secret room, the consequences would be disastrous.

As a subordinate, she has committed a serious crime.

But Duan Jia restrained his smile, and responded very seriously:
"It's not over yet!"

He gave Lan Lang another look, and the location of his gaze was the camera in the corner of the roof.

Although the monitor in this small studio is not turned on, the lobby and corridors are working normally.

Now, the clothes and body shape on his body are clearly recorded by the surveillance. At this moment, Curator Lin's attention is all on the painting, but when he reacts, he will look back at the surveillance.

Duan Jia couldn't run away.

Moreover, he had to slip away. The video in the live broadcast room of Xingyin can also prove that the clothes and appearance of the illustrator are basically the same person as him now.

Following his gaze, Lan Lang also saw the surveillance, nodded slightly, and replied.

"Understood, leave this to me."

This is not difficult. The sudden interruption of the meeting just now is not without benefits. Director Lin has not yet settled the matter of renting the illustrator's works.

She has bargaining chips.

Seeing Lan Lang's relaxed face, Duan Jia was also relieved. He turned his head and sent a smile to Xia Xingying who was in the crowd. After nodding, he immediately left the studio.

In retrospect, it was really thrilling.

Fortunately, Xia Xingying had been looking for him the whole time and noticed the movement in the art gallery, so she notified him in time and was able to get out safely.

It was really right to invite her to see the exhibition yesterday.

Time is running out, and it can't arouse the vigilance of others, so it can only be so impolite to leave early.

In this way, about ten minutes later, Director Lin in the crowd noticed President Li rubbing his eyes repeatedly.

The light here is too dark, too embarrassing for the elderly.

Then he said:

"Everyone, it's not convenient here, everyone go out first."

Immediately afterwards, he carefully removed the work on the shelf with both hands, and walked out of the room while avoiding it.

The crowd followed closely behind and gradually moved to the hall.

When he hung this new work on the wall again, everyone could observe every detail of the painting more clearly.

This oil painting is very special. The picture is divided into two parts, which should be the night sky and the lake.

Dotted with stars, the lake is also rippling with reflections.

From left to right, the picture seems to be mostly covered by a transparent curtain.

It's novel and weird.

What does this unique light and shadow mean?
After staring at it for a long time, Chairman Li was still uncertain about its intentions.

He began to look around again, and began to look for the previous student. He should have more unique insights.

At this time, Professor Liu beside him noticed his movement, pulled him slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Old Li, don't embarrass him, the smell of paint on that kid's body is still there."

He knew Duan Jia's identity, and had noticed his sudden appearance and departure just now.

If the old president yelled a few words, the identity of the illustrator would not be concealed.

But as soon as he heard his words, the corners of President Li's eyes twitched a few times, and he instantly understood Professor Liu's reminder, and also thought of the identity of that student.

It turned out that he had been asking the illustrator himself to explain the content of his paintings.

Yes, it is so thorough that only I can understand it.

But it was still shocking. He thought he had a good eye for people, so why didn't he find that the illustrator was always by his side?
Immediately, he turned his head and glared at Professor Liu.

The two of them have been friends for many years, why didn't they give him some hints before?

However, thinking about the illustrator's previous style, I quickly felt relieved.

Young and promising, but the real world is a vanity fair, once the identity of the illustrator is exposed, there will be another uproar.

It's not easy to be famous, but it's even harder to get out of it.

When the works are placed on the stage, the creators are hidden behind the scenes, free to come and go, and have a certain amount of advance and retreat.

That student is smart and sensible.

At this time, Lan Lang also moved to Professor Liu's side, and asked tentatively:

"Professor, how is this work?"

She was also afraid that the teacher would reveal Duan Jia's identity if she was happy.

Judging from Professor Liu's previous performance, he probably knows the true identity of the illustrator.

Hearing her soft inquiry, Professor Liu also understood what she meant, and replied:

"It's brilliant!" Then he turned his head slightly, and said with a smile on his face, "That kid is a treasure, and you won't suffer if you cooperate with him."

Duan Jia has outstanding talent, and Lan Lang has connections.

The cooperation between his two students has a promising future.

Lan Lang was clear about the teacher's expectations, but the words were obviously more in favor of Duan Jia, she corrected in a low voice:

"Professor, I'm his senior sister. It's been three years since I graduated, so he's the one who takes advantage."

Duan Jia is very powerful, but her hard work for so many years is not worth mentioning. The teacher's words are quite biased.

President Li, who was nearby, also heard their conversation.

Inserted a sentence:
"Professor Liu's students are not easy. If you are older, you should help the younger brother more."

Now, he no longer worries about the future development of the illustrator. With the guidance and help of such teachers and senior sisters, he will definitely not go astray.

But what he said accurately stepped on thunder.

Lan Lang's eyes showed displeasure again, and he said, "President, I'm only a few years older than him."

How can you be called old when you are in your youth?
But after she finished speaking, she also smiled.

One is a freshman, and the other has graduated for three years, so he must be six or seven years older!

She was a little annoyed, why did she care about this.

The two old professors responded to her with a few smiles. The students have grown up, are capable, and will also care about other topics.

These two professors still had a tacit understanding with them, Lan Lang no longer worried.

Right now, only curator Lin is left.

Lan Lang quickly approached the curator in the center of the crowd, carefully avoided the others, and whispered in his ear:
"Director Lin, the illustrator told me that if you want to continue to hang his works, don't let other people get the surveillance in the museum."

She has confidence in Duan Jia's works. The curator knows the value of illustrators and will definitely agree to this condition.

Hearing this, Curator Lin immediately sobered up a lot.

Today the illustrator is always in his art gallery!

He paid too much attention to this work just now, and forgot that he wanted to meet the illustrator himself in the first place.

I also understand that the illustrator is still reluctant to reveal his identity.

Then, he looked at the paintings on the wall that were not completely dry, nodded solemnly, and said:
"Please don't worry about him!"