I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Youth is capital.

With abundant hair, there is no need to style it deliberately. You can still look handsome and elegant if you just grab it.

Princess Cao's trick did not work. Although she was crushed into weeds, after someone's adjustment, she still became the most handsome guy in the hall when she entered the symposium.

Just imagine.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the human race convened a peak conference. Those present were all the ancestors of various sects. However, a young man who had just embarked on the path of cultivating immortals appeared here and was on an equal footing with them.

What would it feel like to be these old monsters?

correct.

Maybe they are not on equal footing yet.

Although he couldn't be considered the core C position, after all, his qualifications were there. Even if he was a prodigy of his race, he couldn't be too ostentatious. Too much wisdom would lead to harm, and too much would lead to the opposite. The seats in the hall formed an arc around the podium, and Jiang Chen's seat was very near the front, in the second row.

Uh.

Princess Cao was on his right.

What a coincidence.

As we all know, there is a kind of etiquette custom in the traditional culture of China that has been passed down for thousands of years, that is, "the left is respected".

of course.

There should be no left or right distinction in the fan-shaped seating arrangement.

Even so, Princess Cao's inner emotions must be more complicated than those of her predecessors who had sparse hair in all directions.

Who says that ten years of hard study is not as good as three generations of business, and three generations of business are not as good as your ancestors carrying guns?
It's not scientific at all.

If it is science, there will be no counterexamples.

What is the saddest thing.

It's not like when you're rowing hard you discover someone was born standing on the deck of the ship; it's like when you're clearly on the deck you discover someone riding a rocket "whoosh" past you, riding the wind and waves.

Just as Mr. Jiang had predicted when he came in, the main theme of the meeting was very clear. It advocated the development of regional economic integration and the creation of an East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere. At a time when globalization is gradually breaking down, we should seek new routes for the times and work hand in hand with our neighbors...

That's right.

Although the trilateral consultations have not ended and the free trade agreement is still pending, it is China's custom to plan ahead so as to remain calm and cautious.

While listening attentively, Jiang Chen took the time to glance to the right and found that the other person was more focused than him and was actually concentrating on taking notes.

He couldn't help but stand in awe.

Instead of harassing the other party, Comrade Jiang Chen straightened his back, lowered his head with a proper posture, and picked up the pen.

This guy, so focused?

Someone was secretly glancing at her. In fact, Princess Cao was the same. She noticed from the corner of her eye that someone had not raised his head for a long time. She could not help but slightly twist her neck and glance to the left at a small angle.

Unfortunately, she still paid too much attention to classroom discipline. Although it was just a seminar and the seats were very close to each other, she could not turn her head too much and her field of vision was limited, so she could not see clearly what someone was writing or whether it was the same as the key points she had recorded.

Even the top students tend to compare themselves.

After realizing that she couldn't see clearly, Princess Cao planned to turn a little further to the side. At this moment, someone suddenly stopped, put down the pen, and with a slight "swish", a page of paper was torn off.

"Give."

He hadn't even raised his head completely when he had already handed over the paper he had just torn off.

Tsk.

Special abilities.

As if he knew that the classmate next door was peeping at him.

Princess Cao had no time to feel embarrassed and instinctively looked at the striped paper.

Ho!
Where are the notes?

It is clearly a "sketch".

The painting seemed to be of her profile as she listened attentively and took notes.

She was able to tell at a glance that the painting was of herself, which shows that the person's painting skills must be at a certain level.

nonsense.

There are also different levels of lickers.

Can an ordinary bootlicker become famous throughout the school and known to everyone?

To be outstanding and outstanding in any field requires ability.

It is certain that he cannot compare with professional art students like Luo Lier, but Boss Jiang's painting skills are definitely better than most ordinary people.

After all, it is difficult for most ordinary people to draw a duck.

He was penniless and relied on these unique little tricks to make Ai Qian happy.

Just a pity.

After all, cleverness is just cleverness.

The shelf life is relatively short.

It's okay once or twice, but it will lose its effectiveness if used for a long time.

But it doesn’t matter.

If the object develops drug resistance, wouldn’t it be possible to just change the target?

So, when Cao Jinse received his own "sketch" in such an occasion, he was stunned.

Want to know where this is?
Are you really taking classes in a classroom?

"I haven't painted for a long time, so I'm a little rusty."

Jiang Chen first explained for himself, absent-mindedly walking away, what is a symposium, it is because the atmosphere will be more relaxed.

"How about it?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Cao Jinse lowered her voice.

"I think it's okay."

Jiang Chen lowered his head and admired his work again, "Isn't it better than the ten-dollar ones on the street?"

Ten dollars?
Do you dare to compare with the one hundred yuan one?
"Take it back!"

When Cao Jinse scolded, her attitude seemed a bit like she was afraid of being discovered by her teachers and classmates.

Also.

If this really happened in a youth class, it would definitely be considered an act of confession.

Ok.

If he was really discovered, there is no doubt that it would be more sensational than when he was called on stage by the teacher for writing a love letter for Luo Lier on behalf of Luo Peng in the lecture hall of Dongda University.

But this is obviously impossible.

The government held this meeting to promote cooperation between enterprises and promote exchanges among entrepreneurs.

Since it is communication, of course you can talk.

But being able to talk doesn’t mean being able to argue.

There was no argument with the other party. Something that couldn't be given away couldn't be forced to be given away. Jiang Chen silently took back the sketch and lowered his head again.

It turns out.

It is really important to choose the right person as your deskmate, because he will affect your concentration and affect your study.

After knowing that the guy next to her was drawing her, Cao Jinse's attention was inevitably distracted. Her brain clearly told her to concentrate on listening, but her mind was out of control.

After the struggle between conscience and man, reason was defeated by instinct.

Princess Cao tilted her head again.

What would an ordinary person do at this moment?
The most likely option would be to put the paper away, and either find a way to give it away after the event is over, or keep it as a treasure.

This is what normal people do.

But as Jiang Chen is the genius of his tribe, how could his behavioral logic be similar to that of ordinary people?

What did he do after his sketch was rejected?
"Chila."

Familiar voice.

That's right.

He tore up the sketch which was actually quite good.

Tearing it in half wasn't enough, so he tore the sketch into pieces slowly and unobtrusively, without littering it, and immediately put them into his suit pockets.

Probably to avoid being discovered by the cleaning staff afterwards.

Cao Jinse saw this and her breathing quickened.

As one of the rare young faces at the scene, she is undoubtedly one of the geniuses, but she is a female genius. The key point of a female genius is that she is first and foremost a woman.

Women are all emotional creatures, the only difference is the degree of their emotions.

It is one thing to refuse it yourself, but it is another to be torn into pieces.

You don't have to keep the flowers, but you can't just throw them into the trash.

It can be seen that there was a slight change in Princess Cao's eyes, and she was a little angry, but due to the occasion, she couldn't show it.

At this moment, someone's special ability seemed to have failed. He failed to sense his deskmate's emotions. After tearing up the sketch, he calmly buried his head and started writing and drawing again.

Also.

It’s not that he didn’t listen.

Just like he said outside just now.

As he was deeply involved in the tripartite negotiations, he actually didn't need to take any extra lessons here.

This time, Cao Jinse was no longer "reserved" and stared at him straight. He wrote as fast as the wind, and "swish, swish, swish", another painting appeared on the paper.

It’s just that this work is richer than its fragmented predecessor, with not only characters but also scenes.

There is also wind.

That's right.

Wind. The girl in the conversation was still in profile, sitting in the same position, with a ponytail, still in her youth, with black and white clouds outside the window, and the invisible wind making her bangs flutter lightly.

Cao Jinse, who was "eyeing with eagerness", suddenly became dazed and his eyes were distracted.

This time, someone was more cautious. After finishing it, he reviewed it carefully, confirmed that it passed, and then picked up the pen and wrote the signature in the lower right corner of the paper.

【To Cao Jinse】

He is indeed a top student who graduated from a top university.

The font is angular, vigorous yet elegant, and pleasing to the eye.

That's it.

He put down his pen, his confidence surging, fully demonstrating what it means to become more courageous after facing setbacks. He turned his head, stretched out his hand, and handed over the second sketch again.

"Give."

Can't you just change a line?
He has no shame at all.

Although it is still the same word “give”, it is treated differently this time.

"how do you know……"

This work contains quite a lot of elements, but there is a hidden detail in it: the girl in the painting is wearing a junior high school uniform, and even though it is a pencil drawing, someone who knows the details can still tell that it is a junior high school uniform in Kyoto.

This is what we call foundation.

This is what is called Taoism.

"Teacher Cao showed me your old photos."

No wonder.

This guy clearly did not appear in her youth, so how could he know what she looked like before.

“Isn’t it about three-quarters similar?”

Someone is humble.

Cao Jinse didn't respond, her plain face showed no clues, "You gave it to me?"

A woman's expression changes faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Ah."

Jiang Chen didn't care and nodded, "It's written on it, for classmate Cao Jinse."

Show off.

She is not illiterate nor nearsighted.

"Are you and I classmates?"

Having said that, Cao Jinse reached out and took the painting with thousands of imagery.

The characters in the two works are of different ages, but the perspective of painting is the same.

"Aren't we sitting at the same table now?" someone responded.

The corners of Cao Jinse's mouth slightly raised, then quickly retreated, and she looked down at the pencil drawing she had casually made.

“There are many specialties.”

Okay.

Completely led astray.

I wasn't listening at all.

"For people like us who can't afford flowers, we can only think of some crooked ways."

Really frank.

"How many girls have you painted for?" It's not that people like to care about it, but this is forcing people to pay attention.

Someone started snapping his fingers.

"Pretend I didn't ask."

It is difficult to feel any emotions, all that comes to my mind is a feeling of helplessness and powerlessness.

"You probably didn't receive these things when you were studying, did you?"

Jiang Chen asked back, "So am I the first one?"

Cao Jinse responded with a clean and sharp sneer, "No. I can't remember how many I've received."

"I do not believe."

Someone said naturally, "I asked Teacher Cao and Director Yang, and they both said that no one pursued you when you were studying."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he continued: "I think what they said is wrong."

Cao Jinse's expression eased a little, and just as she was about to speak, she soon heard: "No one is chasing you now."

It was visible to the naked eye that Princess Cao lost her expression in an instant and her skin began to turn blue.

"Song Chaoge doesn't count. He definitely hasn't given you any substantial gifts. Chasing a girl with just words is not called chasing, that's called speculation."

It makes sense.

Absolutely wonderful!

Even if Young Master Song was here, with his eloquence, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to find any flaws to refute in a short time.
"So you should thank me for giving you the experience that youth should have."

Cao Jinse took a deep breath, "Just relying on a painting? If you really have the ability to turn back time, then I would really thank you."

This requirement is definitely not met by anyone.

Some things are meant to be experienced only once in your life.

No matter how great your abilities are, you can’t buy a return ticket.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked forward.

Even though I didn't hear it, I still had to pretend.

"Do you really want to go back to the past? But the person you sat next to back then wouldn't be me."

Cao Jinse was stunned and really wanted to curse for a moment!
"Can you please have some shame!"

She still couldn't help cursing, with a smile on her face.

"I am telling the truth."

"Facts? Do you think you are excellent? My deskmates at that time were all sunny, cheerful, and handsome guys with excellent academic performance."

“Will they paint you?”

"..."

Cao Jinse was speechless for a moment, and then said: "Do you think everyone is as boring as you!"

Can't say boring.

They should be teenagers, how could they possibly have the courage that Boss Jiang has now.

"Give it back."

Someone faced the podium intently, without looking away.

"what?"

"painting."

"What you gave me is mine. Why should I give it back to you?"

Reasonable.

"There are still things I forgot to draw."

Cao Jinse frowned, looking doubtful.

"Why did you lie to me?"

Jiang Chen moved his hand over, "Give it to me, I'll return it to you when I'm done."

Cao Jinse was skeptical, but she finally chose to put the paper in the other person's hand, "If you lie to me, you're dead."

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand, picked up the pen again, and turned the painting over.

It's definitely not finished yet.

Missing a name.

He titled the painting on the back.

【My Deskmate】

Then he handed it over again.

I thought that by drawing a picture or writing a few words, I could travel through time and space and enter other people’s youth.

Cao Jinse pursed her lips and looked at the name of the painting she had just written.

"It sounds awful."

"So you want one?"

"Xiaojiang..."

Someone's face immediately became serious, and he looked straight and meticulously at the podium without any sense of guilt.

How could he go unnoticed if he deserted his post so brazenly?

"You are probably the youngest among our entrepreneurs. We should listen more to the opinions of young people. Please share your ideas with us."

Cao Jinse, who had escaped the disaster, held back her laughter, her eyes on her nose and her nose on her heart.

Someone changed his state in an instant, and immediately transformed from a student who didn't listen carefully into a top student, facing the whole audience's attention calmly.

When Princess Cao heard the guy next to her talking, she gradually lost interest. She lowered her head, seemingly taking notes, but in fact she was erasing someone's nomination and picking up the pen herself.

Since it was a painting given to her, it should naturally be named by her.

Although you, my deskmate, are a good person, you are a little bit tacky.

Every stroke of the handwriting is elegant. Perhaps it is really the influence of her mood, revealing the aura of a girl with a confused time and space.

A line of more realistic small words appeared on the back of the striped paper.

[You are late for many years] (End of this chapter)