“Ah.”
His clean up acts and his continuous donation served the purpose of finally getting Gu Shish’s attention.
Her face immediately started to burn when she saw the doodling on the paper.
She felt that even the brush was burning in her hand.
Should her master still be alive, he’d probably be smacking her hands with his bamboo stick right about now.
How did she space out so much with the brush in her hand?
She had already forgotten all about what she had planned on drawing.
It was just a date with the boss.
Gu Shishi, be nonchalant!
Aye!
She shook her head vigorously in an attempt to spin out as much water from her head as possible.
In particular, she needed to stop thinking about anything suggestive.
After all, fiancée is one thing. Once they were married, wouldn’t they have to engage in unspeakable, below-the-neck activities in the dark?
Oh mi!
Gu Shishi could only cover up her face with her hand that wasn’t holding a brush.
She had painted plenty of portraits with her master and she was fairly familiar with men’s body and physique.
She had never given that too much thought. It was no different than painting bamboos, or sceneries, but now…
The thought of them made her blush.
“Ahem, pardon me, everyone. I was lost in thoughts for a while there.”
Gu Shishi apologized immediately.
[King of the Hill: …]
Luo Zheng was about to be faceslapped by the 100 or so people that were still remaining in the room.
Lost in thoughts?!
It was just earlier today when she had lectured him that he must remain focused whenever he was holding a brush in his hand!
He even assigned himself 200 middle strokes as punishment.
Luo Zheng flipped out!
And more mockery came at him in the channel.
[She was spacing out and you called that practicing? @King of the Hill, are you trying to be funny?]
[First you pretended to be a Second Generation Rich, now you pretended that you are oh so refined. You are going to be struck by lightning soon!]
[Hoho. Keep faking it, King of the Dogs!]
Gu Shishi glanced over at the comments in the channel for a change and noticed that King of the Hill, who was trying to defend him, was now being called King of Dogs.
She felt bad for a second there.
“Ugh… Well, King of the Hill wasn’t entirely wrong.
“I have been painting for a long time and practicing is already in my bones. Even though I was lost in thoughts, but since I was holding the brush, I was practicing as well.”
Gu Shishi scratched her head.
“It’s sort of practicing.”
[Shoot, Channel Master, who’s side are you on?]
[Channel Master Dog!]
[Hoho, what a bizarre practice. Do you really think we’d buy that?!]
Gu Shishi rolled her eyes.
“Calm down, everything. This is not a practice on your basic strokes, but a practice on life-saving technique.”
Those who were just about to leave the channel all paused for a little bit.
[Life-saving?]
[Never heard of that before.]
[Channel Master, we will give you one-minute time to explain yourself.]
“Unlike sketching where you can erase and redo, or oil painting where you can pick out the mistakes, ink painting is always do or die.
“In ink painting, when a mistake was made, it was usually very difficult to make corrections. Most of the time you will just have to restart from scratch.”
Many of the audiences in the channel could agree to that.
She has not only calmed them down now but also piqued their curiosity.
[That’s what my art teacher said as well. Are you saying that you are practicing on how to save this painting, Channel Master?]
[Channel Master, I must remind you that you have already completely messed this perfectly good piece of paper up with all your meaningless lines going all sorts of directions… and the ink were deep too…]
[It’d be a compliment even to call it abstract painting. This was like something my three-year-old would paint.]
[You can save this? I’ll give you a donation if you can save it; otherwise, I am going to unfollow you!]
[Unfollow warning +1]
“Anything is savable when one is skillful enough.”
Gu Shishi looked over at the piece of paper and her hand holding the brush also shuddered.
Sure enough, it was a mess and two third of the piece of paper was a mess.
The lines had no reasonings behind them and they were of different darkness. It would be difficult to paint over them with harder strokes.
Her heart jumped.
Arooo!
Exactly how much did she think about the boss and for how long earlier?!
To have painted so many random lines!
She wanted to cry.
But… that’s alright!
Gu Shishi took in a deep breath.
She had needed to paint many ink painting assignments for her master to review since a very young age.
Way back when she was just 16 years old, she had already figured out a set of life-saving techniques.
She could easily used those to pass as part of her assignments.
