Murong Qing's Painting

Hongdou is a complete homebody; she probably doesn't know many people in her life.

Her irresponsible parents were one example. Although their relationship was bad, they had watched her grow up since she was a child and must have known many secrets. However, Si Ming had no idea how to contact Hongdou's parents.

As Hongdou's agent and nanny, Auntie Liu should know some things, but she has already gone abroad. In this era without mobile phone communication, unless the other party takes the initiative to call, Si Ming is helpless.

Moreover, Auntie Liu probably doesn't know much either. Given her personality, she would definitely handle things strictly by the book and would never touch on her business partner's privacy. After all, she doesn't even care much about her own daughter. Si Ming really can't imagine what Auntie Liu, who would be gentle and caring towards others, would be like.

"Is there no other way? I can't believe I know so little about the person I've lived with for years... Wait! There's still one place I can find information about. She mentioned trying to make friends at school, and regardless of the outcome, that at least proves she spent some time there and met quite a few classmates."

Without hesitation, Si Ming first investigated where Hongdou went to school and found out that she went to the same school as him. The rest was easy; he went to each class to ask around. Given Hongdou's unusual personality, she would definitely leave an impression on people easily.

"Oh, I remember now, it's that girl with the big breasts. From what I've observed, hers are the biggest among girls her age, excluding the fat and ugly ones, of course."

"Hongdou? Of course I remember her. Her name is so unique. When I first saw her, I thought she would definitely become a big busty woman someday. It's a pity she's not a disciple of the Xiang Family, but a disciple of Painting School. I guess I'll never have the chance to see her photo album."

"One time she came to school without a bra, and she swayed as she walked, especially during PE class when she was running. It sounded like someone was playing ping-pong with a volleyball. A boy in the next class got a nosebleed! It was so exaggerated. It was the first time I'd ever seen someone get a nosebleed from seeing a pretty girl. Although she rarely came to school, when she did, it was always a lively affair. If it happened to be PE class that day, basically all the boys would skip class."

The above are comments from male students.

"Hongdou? You mean that big-breasted slut who pretends to be innocent to seduce men? I heard she's slept with a lot of men behind their backs and even secretly sold herself. You can tell her breasts got big from being touched by men. I heard she got pregnant, which is why she's not coming to school."

"She has a gloomy personality, is not sociable at all, and always talks to boys. Sometimes when we try to get her to join the conversation, she doesn't know how to keep up with the topic and talks about things we can't understand. Eventually, no one tried to chat with her anymore."

"Some people say she flirts with men, but actually it's because a girl in her class had a boyfriend who confessed to her, but she rejected him. After that, that girl and boy always talked badly about her behind her back, just out of jealousy. I know she's good at painting and is very famous in the art world, so she has no reason to do anything bad."

"I know she's been framed, but I'm not close to her and have no obligation to clear her name. Besides, she doesn't come to school anyway."

The above are comments from female students.

"Hong is very smart, but she doesn't know how to communicate with others and is a bit arrogant, but that's normal. Geniuses are always different from ordinary people. The school has even made an exception for her so she doesn't have to come to school every day."

"I know a diploma isn't very useful to her, but as her homeroom teacher, I still hope she can come to class and interact more with her classmates. There are some things you can't learn by staying at home alone."

"Hongdou is the most talented student I've ever seen in painting! It wouldn't be wrong to say she was born to paint. In twenty years... no, just ten, she'll become the brightest new star in the art world! Outsiders might not understand, but as someone who teaches painting, I know very well that she's not on the same level as other gifted young Painting School. There are many stars in the night sky, Hongdou isn't the brightest one; she's the moon hanging in the middle!"

"Hongdou is remarkable. At such a young age, she has won many international awards. Last month, her new painting, 'The Goddess of Dawn's Forgiveness,' beat the renowned Painting School Zong Shanshui's 'The Aurora Execution' to grace the cover of the famous Nation of Beauty art magazine 'Aquarius Spirit Mirror.' However, these are all her personal honors. As the principal, I hope she can bring more honor to the school. After all, it is her alma mater, and we will be proud of her achievements."

The above are evaluations from teachers.

Si Ming looked at the interview notes in his notebook, biting the end of his pen, and frowned. "I don't feel like this is very helpful. Did I miss something? Or is there some important information hidden here that I haven't been able to uncover? Sigh, analyzing intelligence is definitely not my forte. Should I ask one of the wise men in the Mohist Knight Guard for help?"

Just then, a hand reached out from behind him without warning and patted him on the shoulder.

Chapter 87 Murong Qing's Painting

With Si Ming's current cultivation level, he could not possibly fail to sense Ye Luo if someone approached from behind, unless their cultivation levels were vastly different.

But this time he didn't feel anything until the other person patted him on the shoulder, at which point he realized what was happening and his whole body trembled.

"Wow, that startled me!"

Si Ming turned around and saw Liu Qingqing standing behind him. He inexplicably felt a sense of relief, thinking, "It really is her." He breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help complaining, "Don't touch me so suddenly. At least call out first."

Liu Qingqing said, "I've already called you, but you haven't responded at all."

"I was probably too focused and didn't hear you for a moment."

Although Si Ming felt that even if he focused on one thing, he wouldn't lose his vigilance, there was no need to complain to Liu Qingqing, so he could only change the subject. "By the way, it feels like it's been a long time since I've seen you, even though we're in the same class."

"I've been watching your matches."

"Huh? You're not talking about the Youth Martial Arts Tournament, are you? You really came to watch the competition? Why didn't you say hello to me?"

"I was in the audience the whole time. I didn't want to bother you since you were so focused, but I did cheer for you and Murong Qing." Liu Qingqing thought for a moment and then added, "I also helped take care of you when you were injured and fainted."

Since they knew about his injury during the fight, it meant he had actually gone to watch the match. Apart from marveling at his opponent's increasingly sophisticated stealth skills, Si Ming had no other thoughts.

What do you want from me?

"Ever since Murong lost the last competition, she's been feeling really down. No matter how I try to comfort her, it's no use. These things require someone you can talk to, so I think your encouragement, as her teammate in the competition, should cheer her up."

Upon hearing this, Si Ming slapped his forehead, realizing how he had forgotten about it; he was truly forgetful.

He had secretly arranged a duel to Lian Buqi, his intention being to vent Murong Qing's anger, but he had been so preoccupied with Hongdou's matter that he forgot to comfort her.

Speaking of which, my ability to understand the Dao and aspire to become a chivalrous hero who punishes evil and promotes good was partly inspired by Murong Qing, and I should express my gratitude to her both emotionally and logically.

"I understand, I'll go find her after school..." Si Ming suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask, "When did you become so close to Murong?"

"We've always been good friends. Don't forget, her class's medical teacher is also our class's medical teacher, and we're both class representatives for medicine, so it was easy for us to get to know each other."

"Hey, you're the class representative for medicine?" Si Ming had never heard of this before. "No wonder sometimes my medicine homework gets taken away without my knowledge. The medical teacher actually chose you as the class representative. Doesn't he get a shock every night when he sees a stack of homework books suddenly appear?"

"It's not that exaggerated. Almost everyone I know can see me. It's just that you've known me for so long, yet you still easily overlook me. Even though Murong always manages to find me and say hello on every competition day."

Surprisingly, Liu Qingqing's tone carried a hint of resentment, though only a little, which still startled Si Ming.

"Okay, next time I'll put a signal device on you. Whenever you get close, the receiver in my hand will beep, so I'll always be aware of you."

"I don't want such insincere attention. Anyway, don't forget about this."

Don't worry, I've got your back.

Si Ming patted his chest forcefully. In front of his childhood sweetheart, he always felt an inexplicable urge to show his masculinity, perhaps a remnant of his former owner's consciousness.

After school, Si Ming went to Murong Qing's class to look for her, only to be told that she had gone to the art room. He had no choice but to go to the laboratory building, which was reserved for extracurricular activities.