Chapter 1452 You Are My Perfect Work

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Everyone present, even those who didn't understand psychology at all, could tell that Yun Hua was very nervous at the moment.

Not to mention Zhou Sheng Beiqian, a professor of psychology.

He clearly felt how nervous Yun Hua was at the moment.

He glanced at the painting, um, it was just a painting. This silver-haired old man is indeed a well-known painter. His painting skills are extremely high. The famous painting "Iris" copied by Van Gogh also showed extremely high level.

From an artistic point of view, this is a great copy.

But……

But this is just a work!

Do you need to be so nervous?

Zhou Shengbeiqian looked at the painting carefully again, and he was sure that nothing could be seen from this painting.

However, it is obvious that only the person concerned will understand certain psychological hints, and things that seem ordinary to others are bright hints in the eyes of the person concerned.

And looking at Yun Hua's stress response, it was a bit too big.

"Huahua, are you okay..."

Zhou Sheng Beiqian approached Yun Hua and whispered, and reached out to pull Yun Hua's arm.

"Snapped!"

Just when Zhou Shengbeiqian's hand touched Yun Hua's arm, Yun Hua suddenly moved. She flicked her arm violently, blocking Zhou Shengbeiqian's hand.

Her movements were so great that her hands touched Zhou Sheng Beiqian's face.

There was a "pop", the sound was really loud.

Yun Hua's movements were big and powerful. Her slap not only knocked off Zhou Shengbeiqian's glasses, but also slapped Zhou Shengbeiqian's face.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

No one expected that Yun Hua would act like this.

And it seems that she didn't do it on purpose at all, but she seemed to have been greatly frightened...

Song Ci's and Qin Yan's faces were ugly, and they immediately moved closer, but they didn't dare to reach out to touch Yun Hua easily.

Wang Xiaowen was on the side, completely dumbfounded.

Yun Hua's slap was so cruel, Zhou Shengbeiqian's eyes fell off, and the five finger marks on his face were already red!

Wang Xiaowen looked at Zhou Sheng Beiqian worriedly.

How should I put it, Professor Zhou Sheng has a close relationship with Teacher Xie, and they often have academic exchanges. As a student of Teacher Xie, she also has great respect for Professor Zhou Sheng.

After all, Professor Zhou Sheng is really young, but his resume is so amazing.

Another point is that Professor Zhou Sheng is not as close as he seems. He is very kind, but usually keeps a distance from others. It can be said that he will treat you very well outside the safe distance of Professor Zhou Sheng. He is kind and approachable, but once you want to get close and invade within his safe distance, Professor Zhou Sheng will become very indifferent, even scary.

There was once a female student who wanted to have an intimate contact with Teacher Zhou Sheng, pretended to slip accidentally, and threw herself on Teacher Zhou Sheng.

Teacher Zhou Sheng got up with a dark face, went to take a shower and changed into a whole set of clothes from head to toe. Also, that girl was transferred directly to other teachers under an inappropriate name. Later, the girl didn't know what happened, so she dropped out of school.

Wang Xiaowen couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Yun Hua slapped Professor Zhou Sheng hard in the face. Professor Zhou Sheng...

"Huahua, are you okay, relax, relax, take a deep breath—deep breath—inhale—exhale—" Zhou Shengbeiqian's voice was very soft.

His glasses were knocked off, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he looked at Yun Hua calmly, and his voice was soft and soothing, which sounded very comfortable.

"Come on, close your eyes, take a deep breath..."

Zhou Shengbeiqian's voice was very soft, like a breeze blowing on the face.

Yun Hua slowly closed his eyes, and following Zhou Shengbeiqian's voice, took a deep breath...

After two or three full minutes, she felt that her beating heart slowed down little by little, and then slowed down...

She took a deep breath, and another deep breath.

"Huahua, I'm going to hold your arm." Zhou Sheng Beiqian said softly.

The purpose was to remind Yun Hua to avoid the stress reaction just now.

This time, when Zhou Shengbeiqian held Yun Hua's arm, she finally didn't react as before.

Feeling the body temperature from others, Yun Hua only felt that the temperature of his limbs was slowly recovering...

Move your fingers, move your arms, move your neck...

She finally recovered.

Opening her eyes again, she looked at Zhou Shengbeiqian, "Thank you."

"It's fine." Zhou Shengbeiqian and the people around him breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Hua, on the other hand, turned to look at the silver-haired old man inside the glass wall again.

The painting is still sticking to the glass wall, clearly.

Yun Hua looked at the painting again.

After all, she was already mentally prepared. This time, her reaction was not that big.

She looked at the painting with calm eyes, and then her eyes slowly moved up to the silver-haired old man who smiled strangely.

Without looking back, she asked, "You can talk directly on the phone, right?"

Wang Xiaowen froze for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Yes."

Yun Hua reached out and picked up the microphone of the intercom on the glass wall.

As for the silver-haired old man in the glass wall, seeing Yun Hua's actions, his smile deepened. He held the center of the drawing paper with one hand and continued to show Yun Hua the painting in all directions. Then he went to get the intercom phone hanging on the glass wall.

"Like this painting?" The silver-haired old man's voice came from the phone, thick and deep.

Yun Hua was silent for a moment, "Why did you draw this picture?"

"If you like it, I will give it to you." The silver-haired old man's smile became more gentle, and his voice sounded like an earnest old man.

"I don't like it, I hate it very much," Yun Hua said.

"Why?" The silver-haired old man smiled, "Why do you hate it? I can clearly see...fear in your eyes. You are actually afraid of a painting? Why?"

Yun Hua's hand holding the phone was so strong that her fingertips began to turn white.

"You're so beautiful." Seeing that Yun Hua didn't answer, the old man spoke again.

At this moment, he looked at Yun Hua as if he was admiring a peerless beauty.

"Seeing you, I seem to see that the most perfect work in the world is about to be born..."

The voice of the silver-haired old man became more and more intoxicated, "Can you be a model for me? Let me draw your beauty, the beauty that others cannot see, the beauty that radiates from your bones, my God, I can no longer control my creation Impulsive. Sure enough, only the most beautiful model can inspire a painter's creative passion to the maximum! I can't wait!"

Yun Hua sneered, "Let me be your model? You deserve it too?"

"Why not!" The silver-haired old man suddenly became emotional, "You are my dream model, and you will also be the most perfect work in my life!"