MTL - When the Green Tea Female Partner is Forced To Attack the Female Lead-Chapter 8

Zhao Qingdai felt that the nineteen-year-old herself was too stupid.

No, it should be before she awakened her self-consciousness and met the system, and her brain was not so bright.

Otherwise, how could he unilaterally distance himself from Du Jingmo, and always pay attention to her life like a pervert. After finding out that there are men who intend to approach her, he changes his tricks to hook those men to him.

When she saw the plot given by the system, Zhao Qingdai seemed as stable as an old dog, but she was actually startled.

Because it seemed that it was indeed something she could do.

Oh, except for pouring Dujing Mo with sulfuric acid.

Picking up the brush again, she has learned how to control her emotions that need to be vented, and every stroke she paints is delicate and steady. There is no need to compare photos, or even make a draft. Her painting has only been opened this time, but she has already sketched it in her mind too many times.

The funny face system waited for her to finish the painting before daring to speak out: "Looking at this painting, it is really astonishing, like a dragon. It is the status of the female supporting role in the novel that restricts you, otherwise you must be a contemporary Da Vinci."

This rainbow fart was too hard, and made Zhao Qingdai laugh.

She put away the painting tools and waited for the paint to dry naturally. She put her hands together and said sincerely, "Be normal, I'm so scared, I beg you."

System: "..." It wants to take back its guilt.

In order to complete this painting, Zhao Qingdai stayed in the room from morning to evening, and did not even come out to eat lunch. After painting, she was holding an apple, sitting at the entrance of the small courtyard, waiting for Du Jingmo to come back and lead her to the room as soon as possible.

So Du Jingmo heard the sound of chewing as soon as he entered the door.

Zhao Qingdai didn't feel hungry until now. She slammed the apple seriously, took out a wet towel to wipe her hands clean, wrapped the apple core, and threw it into the trash can with extreme precision. She sat upright and planned to continue waiting for others.

This set of operations successfully made Du Jingmo laugh.

After many years, she rediscovered the joy of raising Zhao Qingdai.

"Sister, you're back!" Zhao Qingdai quickly put her hands behind her back and stood up.

Like a child who was suddenly named by the teacher.

Du Jingmo: "Why are you sitting here? Wait for me?"

Zhao Qingdai nodded vigorously: "I have something to show you!"

As she spoke, she took the initiative to pull Du Jingmo's hand. The moment she held her fingers, she clearly felt that her body temperature was rising.

She tried to take a deep breath and walked slowly and steadily to control her tumultuous heartbeat.

"Calm down, I want to calm down." She warned herself in her heart, "I am such a big green tea, I can't be so unpromising."

"Why are your neck and ears so red?" Du Jingmo used his free hand to pick up the broken hair beside her ears, "What time did you come out? Have you put on sunscreen?"

"Not long after I came out, I didn't put on sunscreen when the sun was about to go down." Zhao Qingdai also touched her earlobe with a calm face, and asked, "Is it very red?"

System: "It's a lively game that looks like an old dog, but it's actually panicking."

Zhao Qingdai successfully covered up the topic, and while talking, she and Du Jingmo walked to the door of the guest room.

As soon as the door was opened, Du Jingmo's portrait appeared in front of the two of them.

At this moment, Tiangong is also beautiful. The afterglow of the sunset falls on the frame, like a halo. The background colors of Zhao Qingdai's paintings are orange and red. The curtains also moved with the breeze, swaying and swaying across the corner of the drawing board.

No matter how beautiful the filters and composition are, they can't match the mood of this scene.

"Sister, what do you think of this painting?" Zhao Qingdai released her hand, quietly wiped the sweat from her palm, and asked the question she really cared about, "Do you like it?"

Du Jingmo crossed his arms and walked in to observe carefully.

The last time she saw Zhao Qingdai's work was in the year she was admitted to university. The girl came to her with her work in hand, and asked timidly, "Sister, do you think I have talent? Can I go to a university with you?"

For things like studying art, if you don't have talent, it's useless to work hard. Du Jingmo's answer at the time was: "There is talent, but you start too late. You have to work harder than others."

Zhao Qingdai really worked harder than others, and was admitted to the same university as her next year.

At that time, she didn't say anything, but she was actually very happy. She took her to Zhao Qingdai University in person, and told people in private that this was her sister, so she should take more care of her.

As a result, it was just over a month after school started, and Zhao Qingdai unilaterally distanced herself from her.

"It's not bad, the progress is still obvious. The light, color, and composition ratio are well controlled. You can see your progress from the upper and lower parts of this painting." Du Jingmo commented seriously.

In her words, she did not treat the painting as a gift at all, she was simply commenting on a work. Her attitude was so serious that she extinguished all the small sparks in Zhao Qingdai's heart.

The system gave a silent jeer.

No wonder Du Jingmo especially eats this green tea trick, which is the heroine with a straight male personality.

Zhao Qingdai was not reconciled and asked, "What else? Does my sister have anything else to say?"

"Also, this painting was obviously completed in two time periods, and the time span is quite large. Your transition is not bad, but you can still see the color dividing line." Du Jingmo said that he also felt His attitude was really too cold, and he turned to say, "But it can be seen that your painting skills are more mature than before, and you will continue to work hard."

make persistent efforts.

Zhao Qingdai still wanted to struggle, but she was afraid to ask why the painting spanned so much time.

She told herself that it was okay, the painting itself had the intention of not being able to tell others, and it was an unexpected joy to be accepted by Du Jingmo.

But listening to the undisguised ridicule of the system, she was not reconciled, and asked again: "Sister, do you like this painting?"

Du Jingmo didn't hesitate this time, and answered bluntly: "I like it."

When these four words fell in Zhao Qingdai's ears, it was like a burst of fireworks.

Her eyes lit up instantly: "Really!"

"Why am I lying to you?" Du Jingmo asked back, "There are many people who have painted me portraits, but you are the only one who used red and orange as the background color."

Most people use cool tones.

She knows that she is a high-collared flower in the eyes of others, and it is difficult to get along with her, and her true personality is very quirky. Outsiders will touch her taboos if they don't pay attention, and simply stop interacting with unnecessary people.

Based on this impression, it is reasonable that everyone's portraits of her are treated with cold tones.

There is only one person like Zhao Qingdai who paints her with warm colors.

Du Jingmo thought it was very interesting and asked, "How did you think of using these two colors to paint me?"

"That's right, I used it naturally, I didn't think about it too much." Zhao Qingdai considered her words, "Probably because my sister was like this in my heart."

In the eyes of others, Du Jingmo is the bright moon hanging in the sky.

But Du Jingmo in her eyes is brighter than everything in this world.

Only the color of the sun can match her.

Du Jingmo only found out today that he is such a superficial person, the kind that makes him feel particularly happy when he hears Rainbow Fart.

The nanny aunt urged the two of them to eat at this time. Today, the aunt finally had room to play, and made a whole big table, so grand that Du Jingmo almost thought that today was a big day.

There were only three people eating together, and in the end most of the dish was left. Du Jingmo frowned slightly when he looked at the weight of the leftovers.

She went back and looked at the portrait.

Although Zhao Qingdai is obviously ignoring the background of the portrait, it can still be seen that the place she painted is an alley.

Zhao Qingdai's brushstrokes beautified everything present, including Du Jingmo at the entrance of the alley. The level of care in this painting is definitely the best among the portraits Du Jingmo has ever seen, and no one can ignore this kind of intention.

She originally wanted to let Zhao Qingdai go back to school when she recovers from her leg injury, but now she can't bear it anymore.

"Forget it." Du Jingmo gave a reason that he didn't quite believe it, "Perhaps she's just young and ignorant, so it'll be good not to do it again in the future."

Thinking like this, she covered the painting, went downstairs to pour a glass of milk, and knocked on Zhao Qingdai's door.

"I'm here!" Zhao Qingdai responded very quickly, and she couldn't tell that her legs were inflexible, "What's the matter? Big sister."

Du Jingmo: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Zhao Qingdai was stunned for a moment: "...How did you see it?"

Du Jingmo looked serious: "You just ate too little, that's not your appetite."

This is a girl lying in the hospital recovering from her injuries, doing nothing, and eating two breakfasts a day.

Zhao Qingdai: "…"

Although she did affect her appetite today because of her mood, it would be too shameful for Du Jingmo to say it with such a serious attitude.

"I don't actually eat much, I just don't want to waste food." She tried to honor herself.

Du Jingmo didn't expect that her focus was on the appetite, and smiled: "Drink the milk first."

As soon as she said that, Zhao Qingdai, who had a bad appetite just now, drank the milk obediently, and let Du Jingmo go in first while drinking half of her body.

"Want to tell me why you're in a bad mood?" Du Jingmo asked.

Zhao Qingdai twisted her ten fingers together, looking extremely uneasy.

She gently rubbed the soft flesh inside her mouth with her teeth, telling herself not to laugh at this moment.

Du Jingmo is the kind of person who never minds his own business. It's like although she has never understood why Zhao Qingdai is estranged from her, she has never asked until today.

But now it's different.

Zhao Qingdai tightened the corners of her mouth, then raised her head, her eyes were flushed with tears, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, as if tears would fall down her eyelashes in the next moment.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I don't want to say it, can I?"

Du Jingmo was a little flustered.

Zhao Qingdai's tears made her not know what to do, her paws were instantly numb, and she couldn't say anything except "good", so she hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe her tears.

The system that sees through everything: "…"

Come on, this green tea succeeded again!