Ye Chanyi soon became the target of public criticism.
When a person who is much better than himself makes a slight mistake, he will become the target of attack by some people.
This may be human nature.
Ye Chanyi looked at those people with cold eyes and still pointed at her, with no expression on her face, as if all this had nothing to do with her.
After a while, she slowly unfolded her scroll.
The moment they saw the scroll, everyone's eyes widened and their mouths didn't close for a long time.
How is this going?
A blank piece of paper?
How is this possible?
Some people who did not believe in evil rubbed their eyes vigorously, but the white paper in front of them remained unchanged.
For a while, everyone started talking in twos and threes.
Someone raised doubts, "It's impossible! Just now I noticed that Ye Chanyi has been writing like the wind, how could it be a blank piece of paper! Is there something hidden in this?"
Someone immediately responded: "What's the secret? Ye Chanyi always likes to show off. I think she was just pretending just now. I was frightened by her confident look. I thought she had painted some shocking works." !”
Someone promptly added: "Since you can't draw it, why don't you just give up? It's a waste of everyone's time!"
Dongfang Qing saw the people's words of doubt, dissatisfaction, and disgust piercing Ye Chanyi like sharp arrows, but he himself was like wearing invulnerable armor and was not attacked or affected at all.
In addition to admiration, my heart suddenly trembled.
How much suffering and grievance did this woman go through to become the invulnerable person she is today?
The next moment, Dongfang Qing suddenly realized the strange emotion lingering in his heart, and Dongfang Qing was stunned for a while.
However, when he was distracted for a moment, Ye Chanyi said calmly: "Everyone, if I say that someone has tampered with my paint, would you believe it?"
Ye Chanyi glanced at the doubtful expressions of everyone, raised her eyebrows and continued: "Just now, I just finished the painting, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a blank piece of paper."
"Sister, we all use the same paint. Why is it that our paintings are fine, but yours alone has problems? What you are saying is too mysterious."
At this moment, Ye Qingyan's sharp voice sounded in time.
Her smiling eyes concealed the viciousness and pride inside.
At this point, she paused, raised her voice deliberately, and continued to add insult to injury: "Sister, even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe your excuse. Why would you deceive everyone like this! No one will laugh at you if you're not good at painting. Yours, but you just make up any excuse and treat everyone like a fool, isn't it too much!"
As soon as Ye Qingyan said these words, everyone who was originally doubtful suddenly had angry expressions on their faces, causing a commotion in an instant.
"This Ye Chanyi is really going too far! Who would believe such a poor excuse!"
"No, in my opinion, she must have boasted that she would win the four championships in Haikou before, but now she has lost her skills, so she lied to deceive everyone."
"That's too shameless! Such a person with such a bad character has really lost such good piano and chess skills in vain."
"I admit openly that I don't know how to paint, so I have to do so many tricks."
Seeing Ye Chanyi being attacked by all the bad words, Ye Qingyan's lips curled up into a silent smile, but returned to normal in the next moment, feeling extremely proud in her heart.
Ye Chanyi, what if you are amazingly talented and beautiful? If you block my way, you are simply destroying yourself.
"Hey, what good thing is the second sister thinking about in broad daylight? She is so absorbed in thinking!"
Seeing Ye Qingyan smile and look lost, Ye Chanyi knew what this little master of making monsters was thinking about.
She called twice, and Ye Qingyan came back to her senses. When she suddenly looked into her eyes that looked like a smile but not as bright as a cold light, Ye Qingyan's whole heart trembled with fear, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed across her face.
"Sister is really joking. The Hou Mansion has always been strict in upbringing. My sister's deceitful behavior is simply an insult to the lintel of the Hou Mansion. As the saying goes, one will be prosperous and one will suffer. How can my sister be in a good mood to think about other things!"
Ye Qingyan's brows seemed to be frowning but not frowning, full of sorrow.
Seeing Ye Qingyan put on the hypocritical mask of hypocrisy again, Ye Chanyi stood up and walked slowly to Ye Qingyan holding the scroll.
Then, Ye Chanyi bowed slightly, closing the distance between the two of them. The next moment, he said slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Ye Wuyan, I hope you don't regret today's decision."
After Ye Chan finished speaking, he walked towards the judges' table without looking at Ye Qingyan.
It was obviously a warm and sunny weather, but Ye Qingyan could not feel any warmth at this time.
A chill ran from the soles of her feet to her heart and lungs, as if her whole body was frozen into ice.
For a long time, Ye Chanyi's words just now were like a curse, whirling in her ears.
Such a determined and evil tone seemed to contain endless destructive power, and a bad premonition arose in my heart.
The delicate hands under the brocade sleeves clenched into fists, forcing herself to calm down.
She did that thing very secretly, and there was no way it would come to light.
"I wonder if anyone could help me unfold the scroll and lend me some tea?"
Ye Chanyi walked to the judges' table and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.
Yue Qinghuan was the first to speak: "Miss Ye, I can help you paint."
He suddenly realized something and swallowed back the words he had not yet said. He quickly glanced at Dongfang Qing next to him, his thoughts changing.
He seems to be... stealing the show!
Dongfang Qing then spoke slowly, "I'll give you the dean's tea."
"Thank you."
Then Yue Qinghuan persisted in unfolding the picture, and no one knew what kind of medicine was sold in Ye Chanyi's gourd.
Even Dongfang Qing and Yue Qinghuan were extremely curious, wondering what the purpose of that cup of tea was.
Ye Qingyan stared coldly at Ye Chanyi's every move.
Although she didn't know Ye Chanyi's intention, the leisurely and confident manner of the other party still made her feel panicked.
The brocaded satin material was wrinkled by her pinching, but she didn't notice it and just forced herself to stay calm.
Later, amid the constant heated discussion among the people, Ye Chanyi walked to the scroll with tea in hand.
Just when everyone didn't know what she wanted to do, the next moment, every drop of the tea in her hand was poured onto the scroll.
For a moment, Ye Chanyi's move shocked everyone into an uproar.
"Oh my god! What is Ye Chanyi doing! I can't understand it at all!"
"Is it possible to recover her paintings with just a cup of tea? This is simply nonsense!"
"Originally, it would have been fine if she openly admitted that she couldn't paint. If she had to do it again and again, it would depend on how she ended up."
Voices of doubt and ridicule came and went. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Look, there's something wrong with the drawing paper!"
