Xueba God-level system

Could this be the phone ringtone set by Meng Ke? It's too loud.

Why not play some soothing music, we girls like to listen to it.

If Cao Yuanyuan hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would never have believed the truth.

It has to be said that Meng Ke's appreciation of songs is already a level higher than ordinary people.

Looking at Meng Ke who was sleeping like a piggy Peppa, she curled her lips, obviously unhappy.

"Hey, big lazy pig, get up."

Yuanyuan pointed at his ear and shouted loudly, Meng Ke, who was immersed in the dream world at this time, suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was full of confusion.

"I saw it, the girl in the painting, she came out and kept staring at me."

Meng Ke didn't analyze the girl's liking for him at all. He was very clear about his appearance.

Even if the girl wants to chase him, she can't agree to it.

Because she is not a person, but a portrait created by Telets.

To describe it in the simplest terms, it is a virtual character that does not exist at all.

No one really believes that there are Pleasant Goats in the world, except for elementary school students.

Fortunately, it was just a nightmare, and at the same time, Meng Ke broke out in a cold sweat from the fright.

"Why are you still standing there, answer the phone quickly."

Yuanyuan urged from the side, it can be seen that she is not very interested in this song.

"Oh oh."

Meng Ke unplugged the charging plug and started to answer the phone. Maybe someone asked him to borrow money again.

"Hey, who is there, what's the matter?"

"Qiangzi, you can go to the central kindergarten to pick up the child. I'm very busy here, so I can't come here because of something urgent."

On the other end of the phone, the voice of the old lady came out.It can be heard that her breathing is relatively gentle and unhurried.

What's going on, shouldn't it be Ke Zi, why would it be Bald Qiang!

What kind of grandma, what kind of kindergarten, Meng Ke was confused when he heard it, and black lines almost appeared on his forehead.

He hurriedly explained for a long time, and finally figured it out.

It turned out that the old man was dazzled, dialed the phone and pressed the wrong number.

But having said that, this is also normal, Meng Ke didn't take it to heart.

Afterwards, he started the car and started a walk-and-go trip.

He has a characteristic, he doesn't like to take the national highway.

The key here is that there is a convoy of traffic police on patrol. If you are found to be speeding or overweight, points will be deducted, and in serious cases, the license plate will even be lost.

The main problem is that this car is not his own at all.

In order to prevent a series of things, he chose an inaccessible country road, took Yuanyuan for a drive, and bathed in the afternoon sunshine in autumn.

The road was smooth, and when halfway through the drive, Meng Ke suddenly had a stomachache, probably because he ate too much vegetables.

"Yuanyuan, you stay here first, I'll go nearby for convenience, and I'll be right back."

Opening the car door, he had to speed up his pace, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Where is the public toilet?"

Meng Ke looked into the distance, surrounded by a piece of countryside.

It is a spectacle to find two floors here.

Obviously, the economy in this area is not too developed, and it's time to go to the grassroots to get rid of poverty and become rich.

Of course, he doesn't need to worry about this as a high school student, let's get rid of the current situation first.

He walked forward again, and found a square after turning the corner of the street. Several old men were playing chess in the shade of a tree.

Meng Ke originally planned to go over and ask about the public toilet, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it to avoid embarrassment.

Besides, he was too embarrassed to open his mouth, and it was useless to ask.

But what to do now, I can't just be helpless like this, just keep holding back.

He found a secluded place, and solved it perfectly in a pile of grass.

Opening the car door, the phone rang again.

"Could it be that old lady, she dialed the wrong number again?"

With doubts, Meng Ke chose to answer.

Because the caller came from an unfamiliar phone number, and the place of origin should be far away in the south.

"Are you Boss Meng? I want to buy your painting."

He could hear it very clearly. The other party was a middle-aged woman, and he could tell it from the voice.

Of course Yuanyuan is also very curious, she is listening attentively.

"Yes, that's right, I'm Boss Meng. That painting is in my hands now. Whenever you need it, I'll send it to you."

"Haha, it's very thoughtful. Are you free now? You can send it right away."

The middle-aged woman's tone is very urgent. It seems that she is quite enthusiastic about the portrait painting career.

Meng Ke didn't want to take Yuanyuan for a ride anymore, and it was meaningless. The most urgent task now was to get rid of that painting.

Of course, he considered all this for Yuanyuan.

If he lived alone in this remote mansion, he would not be afraid no matter how many paintings he had.

Not to mention "The Girl in the Rain", even "The Man Under the Sun" is still just a painting in his opinion.

Yuanyuan likes art projects, so if she stares at the painting for a long time, she may become depressed, which is really scary.

Meng Ke did this to prevent problems before they happen.

Soon, he sent the painting out by express delivery.

Of course, on the night of cash on delivery, he had a big meal with Yuanyuan as a reward for the success of selling paintings.

Strange to say, after there were no paintings, the sound of the piano on the third floor stopped abruptly in the middle of the night, as if something had been expected long ago.

After the middle-aged woman got the painting, she couldn't put it down.

No matter how much she likes it, she specially invited relevant masters to frame the paintings to show her respect and love.

24 hours a day, except for eating, sleeping and beating beans, she spends most of her time staring at the painting, as if there is some magic in the painting that is attracting her.

When eating, I don't forget to take out the paintings to enjoy.

The lines drawn with a pen on it are lifelike.In particular, the painter's handling of microscopic expressions on the face is just right.

She knew very well that without three to five years of hard work or inspiration, the painting "Girl" would never have been born.

Behind every great work is the sweat of those who made silent contributions to it.

After dusk, night will come.

The woman's bedroom is very narrow, and there is nothing on the wall next to the bed.

Well, now that the painting has arrived, there should be a chance to put it on the wall.

When she was about to fall asleep, she stared at the painting for a long time.In the end, I reluctantly missed it for a while, so I turned off the lamp in front of the table and prepared to sleep.

As soon as the lights went out, the entire bedroom was plunged into darkness.

At the same time, he merged with the world outside the window and slowly immersed himself in this lightless environment.

"Dongdong", "Bump".

The woman heard it very clearly, and a strange sound came from her ear, as if someone was walking around in the house.