In the center of Hundred Flowers City, in the largest square, Shirō Makino was sitting in a corner with a drawing board in his hand, daydreaming.
I'm still a kid!
Isn't a kid's job to study hard and spend the rest of the time playing around?
Isn't everything else the responsibility of the parents?
Why does he treat a kid so cruelly?
All these years, he rarely left the house, everything was handled by the old man, where did he get the money?
Because he didn't have a single cent in his account, he couldn't even use credit points.
Now that the old man had suddenly done this to him, he was caught off guard.
Not to mention thinking about his background, he didn't even have time to read the Talisman Artist's Book that the old man left him.
He didn't have the energy to be sad about the old man's sudden departure.
Did he use this method to train me? At the same time, to make me not so sad about his departure?
Bah!
What's there to be sad about!
It's like he's going to kill me!
Fortunately, I still have some skills, otherwise, not only would I not be able to pay the rent, I might not even be able to fill my stomach.
Drawing talismans, first draw!
Mental power is the foundation of the Talisman Artist, and so is the foundation of drawing!
A powerful artist may not be a Talisman Artist, but a powerful Talisman Artist is definitely a powerful artist.
He remembered that the old man had told him that his painting skills had reached a higher level and could be compared to some of the more famous painters.
Under the circumstances where time was tight and he couldn't think of other ways to make a living, he could only think of selling paintings in Hundred Flowers City.
But the problem was, how much should he sell a painting for?
Would he be able to earn enough for next month's rent before school reopens?
He didn't have the slightest idea.
Moreover, dreams are always full, but reality is very skinny, even skinnier than those girls who are so skinny that even a wolf would want to cry.
Girls who are so skinny, besides himself, not many people would care about them.
Shirō Makino, who was selling paintings on the street, was also ignored.
The whole morning passed, and not a single person came to his business.
If this went on, not only would he not be able to pay the rent, but he would also be starving.
Most importantly, he didn't look like an artist at all.
He wore a baseball cap with a lowered brim and a large mask on his face.
If he were to appear in a secluded place like this, those who were timid would run away.
But he was a man of integrity!
You can't sell your body so cheaply!
Since no one came to his business, Shirō Makino's mind was filled with random thoughts, thinking about the things that the old man had said.
Thinking about the island.
Last night, he searched the internet for half the night, but in the end, he did not find anything.
In the end, he could only helplessly ask Big Beauty to help him clear up those query records.
He didn't want to get himself into trouble after failing to catch the fox.
Thinking of Lin Zijin.
The little girl who had always appeared in his dreams and was fated to be with him, he had no idea where the old man had sent her.
He did not even know if she was on the Flying Immortals Planet.
The Flying Immortal Planet was located at the border, and it was often attacked by the trash that crawled out from the dimensional space.
If she was also on the Flying Immortal Planet, would she be in danger?
When would he be able to unlock the seal on his memories?
Shirō Makino was more concerned about this matter.
He was not in a hurry to undo the seal on his mental power. After all, he had not learned how to conceal that powerful mental power, and unsealing it would not do him any good.
"Hello."
Just as Shirō Makino was letting his thoughts run wild, a slightly cold but very pleasant voice suddenly came from in front of him.
A pair of transparent crystal sandals appeared in front of Shirō Makino.
The small feet were delicate, white and smooth, and the bright red nails were shining. It was very beautiful.
Shirō Makino looked up, and his eyes instantly lit up.
A young girl wearing a beige dress appeared in front of his drawing board.
A youthful and energetic aura washed over him!
The girl was about 1.68 meters tall, and her long hair was soft and shiny. She wore a fashionable round straw hat on her head and a pair of large sunglasses on her face.
Half of her face was exposed. Her face shape was perfect, and her skin was delicate.
Although Hundred Flowers City was full of beauties, this young girl still gave Shirō Makino a breathtaking feeling.
"Hello, hello. Would you like to paint a portrait?"
Shirō Makino was overjoyed. He then lowered his voice and tried to sound more mature.
Although he rarely went out, he knew that most people would naturally not trust a boy of his age to paint for others.
Unless he was willing to take off his mask and hat.
But if he did that, he would probably not be able to paint, and would be surrounded by people in a short time.
The moment he raised his head, Qin Ranran was slightly stunned by his bright and clear eyes.
'What beautiful eyes!'
She had thought that this guy who was dressed to the teeth and was even more exaggerated than her would be shameful.
'I didn't expect his eyes to be so beautiful!'
Although his face was covered by the mask, Qin Ranran and Shirō Makino were both stunned.
"Yes, a portrait, but I'd like to see your ability first." Qin Ranran calmed down and looked down at Shirō Makino.
"This … what do you think?"
Shirō Makino looked at the girl in front of him in confusion. He felt that the face under the sunglasses was somewhat familiar, but because he couldn't see her eyes, he couldn't be sure where he had seen her before.
"Don't you have any ready-made works?" Qin Ranran asked curiously. She was already a little disappointed.
There were many street artists in the plaza who painted people, but none of them were what she wanted.
She didn't like the things he painted.
They were soulless!
Before she came to Shirō Makino, she had already rejected several people.
If it wasn't for her immortal aura and strong aura, she might have been mistaken as a troublemaker.
It wasn't easy for her to sneak out for some fresh air, and she wanted to paint a portrait of herself. She didn't want to compromise.
Shirō Makino said calmly, "No need. I can paint it for you now, and it's free. "
"Oh? You're that confident? " Qin Ranran looked at Shirō Makino with amusement, "Then go ahead. If it doesn't look good, I won't pay you!"
"Just wait and see!"
Shirō Makino was more or less excited. This was the first business deal in his life!
Bai Muye had long since reached the point of perfection in his painting technique.
He picked up the paintbrush, and without looking at the girl sitting in front of him, he quickly started painting.
He didn't ask her to take off her sunglasses, and she seemed to have forgotten to do so.
Actually, at this moment, Qin Ranran's big eyes behind the sunglasses were still filled with doubts.
This guy who looked almost the same age as her, or even younger than her, but pretended to be mature, really knew how to paint?
However, it was rare to find a street artist who didn't look like an artist, and yet was so well-armed. Qin Ranran found it quite interesting.
It wasn't easy to sneak out, so she took it as a relaxation.
A moment later.
Just as Qin Ranran was wondering if this guy could paint, Shirō Makino suddenly put down the paintbrush.
"I'm done, come and take a look." Shirō Makino forgot to lower his voice, but his voice was much better than before.
Qin Ranran was taken aback. His voice was so nice? Although it was a little immature, it was much better than lowering his voice and pretending to be mature!
But he was done just like that?
A faint anger rose in her heart. As expected, this guy didn't know how to paint!
Too half-hearted!
How long had it been?
Even if she didn't know how to paint, she knew that it was impossible to finish a portrait in such a short time.
Hmph!
Qin Ranran snorted coldly in her heart, stood up, and walked towards the drawing board. If you dare lie to me, see how I'll deal with you!
My nickname 'Little Venomous Tongue' isn't just for show!
Shirō Makino looked at Qin Ranran, who suddenly had a strong aura, and was puzzled. He didn't understand why she was so aggressive all of a sudden.
"You're done in such a short time? Learning to be a street artist, you have to be a little … Eh? "
Qin Ranran was stunned as she stared blankly at the drawing board.
On the drawing board, there was a girl wearing a round straw hat and big sunglasses. She had an ethereal air about her, and her beauty was unparalleled!
This … is me?
It's really me?
An indescribable feeling rose in Qin Ranran's heart.
She was stunned!
An artist who could paint a portrait in such a way that it felt like a photograph was actually not very skilled.
Any artist with eight to ten years of practice would be able to do it.
But what if an artist could paint a portrait that surpassed the person himself, and had a profound artistic conception?
This sounded simple, but in reality, other than those famous masters, not many could do it.
Qin Ranran was shocked!
Many times, the difference between mediocrity and fame was the indescribable artistic conception.
That was the difference between having a soul and not.
This kind of painting, is it possible for a young street performer to draw?
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Qin Ranran wouldn't have believed it was real.
At this time, a passerby saw Qin Ranran's dazed expression, and couldn't help but take a peek.
What they saw was incredible.
"Wow!"
"What the f * ck!"
"Did you just paint this? It's so beautiful! "
"It's so beautiful!"
There were many people coming and going in the square. With one or two people leading the way, Shirō Makino was quickly surrounded by a circle of people.
Everyone stared in shock at the fairy-like woman in her fluttering clothes on the drawing board.
At this time, someone seemed to have realized something and turned to look at Qin Ranran.
Qin Ranran finally felt that something was amiss. She quickly took the drawing off the drawing board, rolled it up, and looked at Shirō Makino. "Number."
Shirō Makino gave her a random number.
Identification codes were unique and could not be duplicated. Almost all social activities could be done with it.
"I'll pay you later!"
Qin Ranran quickly entered Shirō Makino's number into her portable AI and slipped away with the drawing.
If she didn't run, she would be surrounded!
"She's a celebrity, right?"
"Isn't she that … that who was she again?"
"Oh my god, she's Qin … Qin Ranran!"
"Yes, yes, yes, that's Qin Ranran!"
The crowd looked in the direction that Qin Ranran had fled to, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Who would've thought that a famous celebrity would appear on the streets of Hundred Flowers City?!
But soon, everyone's gaze fell on Shirō Makino.
Although celebrities were rare and might not be seen even once in many years, they ultimately had nothing to do with them.
But this person's drawing … they had seen it with their own eyes!
Beautiful things often didn't require a high level of appreciation.
"How much for one? I want one! "
"Master, I'll pay 500, draw one for me!"
"500, line up behind me, I'll pay 1,000 …"
"Are you guys looking down on Master? What's with all the shouting? I'll pay 10,000, draw it for me first! "
"…"
In the evening, Shirō Makino dragged his tired body and drove out of the city in his old car.
The crowd was too enthusiastic, so much so that even with his 20 points of Soul Power, he couldn't handle it.
Starting from that 10,000 yuan painting, his paintings had been pushed up to 80,000 yuan each!
No one would believe him if he told others.
No matter how good a street painter's painting was, it was impossible to reach such a price.
There were many rich people in a city like Hundred Flowers City.
But for a street painter, one painting was usually only 100 to 200 yuan, and there were even cheaper ones.
The reason why his paintings could reach such a high price was because of the celebrity, Qin Ranran, who ran away after taking the painting and hadn't paid up until now.
Bai Muye finally realized why that face was so familiar when everyone was talking about it.
Because her advertisements were everywhere in Hundred Flowers City. All sorts of full-length paintings on the walls of skyscrapers, huge paintings projected into the void … they could be seen everywhere.
Information on Flying Celestial Planet was extremely advanced. In just a short while, countless media outlets, big and small, had already published photos of Qin Ranran staring at the painting in a daze.
"Celebrity Qin Ranran Appears in Hundred Flowers Square, Stunned by Street Painter's Godly Painting!"
"Celebrity appeared on the street, who is the young man who painted for her?"
"Qin Ranran asked him for a painting, and his painting is worth 80,000 yuan! Who is he? "
The popularity of the painting skyrocketed!
In that photo, Qin Ranran was really beautiful!
But that painting was even more beautiful!
And so, Brother Bai, who had been worrying about how to pay the rent the previous night, suddenly became rich.
In just one afternoon, including Qin Ranran's painting, he had painted a total of 12 paintings.
It wasn't that he couldn't paint more. On one hand, the bidding took a long time, and people refused to give in. On the other hand, Shirō Makino felt that these paintings were enough!
He wouldn't have to worry for at least half a year!
Without Celebrity Qin paying up, he earned a total of 430,000 yuan!
50,000 yuan a month for rent?
That was nothing!
For the first time in his life, Shirō Makino had come out to sell … to sell his art. He had experienced the pleasure of exploding.
He couldn't keep a low profile when he was so rich!
Shirō Makino, who was lying in the passenger seat, couldn't help but put his legs on the control panel and hum an out-of-tune song.
He was very arrogant.
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