PPS Chapter 122

Chapter 122: When Rivals Meet, Their Eyes Are Especially Red~

Gu Yusen, who was accompanying Chu Zhaoyi in class, didn’t look at his phone, staring at Mo Jincheng, who was lecturing on the podium, his face full of impatience.

He was actually stuck listening to his love rival’s class!

But Chu Zhaoyi was so serious in class, meticulously taking notes. Noticing Gu Yusen’s impatience, he thought he was bored and whispered in Gu Yusen’s ear,

“Brother Sanmu, are you bored? You have so few classes recently, isn’t it boring to always accompany me to class?”

Gu Yusen didn’t mention that he was skipping classes, he just told Chu Zhaoyi that he didn’t have any classes, fooling Chu Zhaoyi, who had little common sense, completely.

“Not boring, how could it be boring to be with A-Yi?” Gu Yusen also whispered back, his eyes full of joy when his gaze fell on Chu Zhaoyi.

Mo Jincheng, seeing the two whispering to each other, gritted his teeth, cleared his throat, and tapped the blackboard.

Mo Jincheng stood on the podium, wearing a gentle smile on his face, but with a hint of subtle provocation in his eyes. His gaze fell on Gu Yusen, his tone light, “The student next to Chu Zhaoyi, please answer this question.”

The two were throwing such dirty insults at each other in private, now they were putting on a show of harmony and friendship.

Gu Yusen raised his head, meeting Mo Jincheng’s gaze, and sneered in his heart.

Of course, he knew that Mo Jincheng was doing it on purpose – he wasn’t a fine arts student at all, yet Mo Jincheng insisted on calling on him at this time, clearly wanting to embarrass him.

Chu Zhaoyi frowned, his gaze on Mo Jincheng gradually turning unkind.

Gu Yusen gently patted the back of his hand, signaling him not to worry. He stood up, still with a calm smile on his face, his eyes directly meeting Mo Jincheng’s, “Please ask.”

Mo Jincheng raised his eyebrows. He pointed to the painting on the blackboard and asked, “What do you think are the special features of this work’s composition and use of color?”

The classroom was silent, all eyes focused on Gu Yusen. Everyone knew who Gu Yusen was, so they naturally knew that he was a finance student. It would be strange if he could answer this question.

Gu Yusen glanced at the painting on the blackboard, quickly analyzing it in his mind. Although he didn’t understand fine arts, he had been accompanying Chu Zhaoyi to classes for so long, he had learned some basics through osmosis. In addition, he was always smart, with extremely strong adaptability. If he didn’t have this ability, his Gu family would have collapsed directly.

They wouldn’t even have the face to say that their family was the leading enterprise of A City.

Moreover, he had been painting with Chu Zhaoyi for so long, the young man talked a lot in front of him, the most was to hold up the painting he had just finished and babble to show off to him. After listening to it so much, he felt that his aesthetics had gradually improved.

“The composition of this painting uses the golden ratio, which visually gives a sense of balance and harmony.” Gu Yusen’s tone was steady, and he spoke eloquently, “In terms of color, the painter used the technique of contrasting warm and cool colors to enhance the layers and sense of space in the picture. In particular, the dark tones of the background form a sharp contrast with the bright tones of the foreground, highlighting the theme.”

The answer was satisfactory, not amazing, but passable.

After he finished speaking, the classroom was silent.

Spread the word, the Gu family heir has changed his major!

Mo Jincheng’s smile stiffened slightly, obviously not expecting Gu Yusen to be able to answer so fluently. Chu Zhaoyi’s eyes lit up, as expected, Brother Sanmu was the most amazing!

“Not bad, very insightful analysis.” Mo Jincheng quickly recovered his smile, but his tone carried a hint of faint sarcasm, “It seems that this student is also very knowledgeable about fine arts.”

Gu Yusen smiled slightly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, “Just been accompanying A-Yi to class for a long time, picked it up through osmosis. Teacher Mo’s lectures are in-depth and easy to understand, even a layman like me can understand, it’s really been very beneficial.”

Mo Jincheng narrowed his eyes, the smile on his face still gentle, but his eyes were a little colder. He nodded, signaling Gu Yusen to sit down, “Since this student is so talented, you should come to more classes in the future, maybe you can achieve something in the field of fine arts.”

After Gu Yusen sat down, he gently held Chu Zhaoyi’s hand, squeezing it in a showy manner, and felt that it was not enough, so he leaned closer to Chu Zhaoyi and whispered, “A-Yi, am I amazing? You have to praise me.”

Gu Yusen was almost suffering from PTSD from the word “brother,” and stopped talking halfway through.

“Brother Sanmu is so amazing!” Chu Zhaoyi looked eagerly, opened his tablet and pushed it in front of Gu Yusen, with a look that said: You can comment on other paintings, you can also comment on mine, I’m very good.

Gu Yusen was helpless, “Please spare me, my little ancestor.”

He was just an amateur.

Mo Jincheng looked at the intimate appearance of the two, feeling a burst of irritability in his heart. He withdrew his gaze and continued lecturing, but his tone was a little colder than before.

Gu Yusen was calm, occasionally lowering his head to say a few whispers to Chu Zhaoyi, completely ignoring Mo Jincheng’s gaze, and occasionally provoking him.

After class, Mo Jincheng walked up to the two of them, still wearing that gentle smile on his face, “Student Gu, I didn’t expect you to have such insights into fine arts, you should come to more classes in the future, we can exchange ideas.”

Gu Yusen stood up, smiling appropriately, “Teacher Mo is too polite, I’m just accompanying A-Yi to class. However, if Teacher Mo doesn’t mind, I’d be happy to listen to your classes more often, after all, you do lecture very well.”

Mo Jincheng smiled, but his eyes turned cold, “That’s great, you’re always welcome.”

The two looked at each other, as if sparks flashed in the air. Chu Zhaoyi stood aside, the two acted too well, so that he didn’t notice the undercurrents between the two, but always felt that the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Chu Zhaoyi nodded and obediently followed Gu Yusen out of the classroom. And Mo Jincheng stood in the corridor, looking at the backs of the two as they walked away, the smile on his face finally disappeared, replaced by a hint of coldness.

“Gu Yusen…” he whispered this name, a trace of dark color flashing in his eyes.

He only arrived at Chu Zhaoyi’s side a few months later than Gu Yusen.

Why?