The aloof beauty always has weak legs; the crazy boss is too ruthless.

Chapter 16, Test No. 9
In the afternoon, Duanzi was in the backyard, lying on a chair, drawing the wolf he hadn't finished.

No matter how he drew it, he couldn't draw the wolf's head.

Lu Siqi hung the washed clothes to dry and saw his furrowed brows. She went over to check and saw that he had completed two-thirds of the work, with only the most crucial wolf head remaining.

It's obvious that he started writing the wrong thing from the very beginning.

“I think you can redraw a wolf.” Lu Siqi corrected his mistake, telling him that the wolf’s body should follow the head, and then took the pen from his hand and demonstrated it for him.

After reading the joke, I suddenly understood! "Cuiying, you're amazing! You're much more professional than Brother Sen! I couldn't understand a word Brother Sen said! But after listening to you, I know how I should draw this wolf!"

Lu Siqi handed him the pen: "Try drawing it again."

Duanzi took the pen and this time he drew the wolf's head first, and then drew the body based on the size of the wolf's head.

Half an hour later, under Lu Siqi's guidance, a lifelike wolf was born from his pen.

"I can't believe I drew this." Duanzi picked up the drawing paper, almost crying with excitement. "Thank you, Cuiying."

"You're welcome." Lu Siqi turned around and went back to the laundry room to continue washing the clothes that were not yet finished.

A dozen minutes later, Mu Sen came to the backyard and saw that she was still washing clothes in the laundry room. He walked over, took off her shirt, and threw it into her basin: "Wash this one too."

Looking up, she saw him shirtless, with a strong, muscular physique and heavily tattooed arms. Scenes from last night in the rapeseed field began to flash through her mind. Lu Siqi immediately lowered her head. "Isn't there a washing machine? Wash your own clothes."

"So you knew there was a washing machine?" Mu Sen squatted down to her eye level. "You have a washing machine, why are you washing clothes by hand? Are you just bored?"

"..." She was indeed too idle. At home, she could at least run on the treadmill, but after coming here, apart from taking all sorts of strange tests, she had almost nothing else to do.

"Put the clothes in the washing machine to wash," he urged. "Come upstairs with me first, I have something to ask you."

Lu Siqi subconsciously felt that what he called "something" was definitely not a good thing.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mu Sen chuckled. "Do you think I have nothing better to do than think about that kind of thing all day?"

Her face flushed instantly.

Seeing her blush, Mu Sen regained his seriousness. "Alright, I won't let you go upstairs. You can ask here."

He asked, "Tell me the truth, did you study painting before?"

Having guessed that the joke had told him, Lu Siqi didn't deny it, "Yeah, I've learned a little bit."

"I'm afraid it's not just a little bit, is it?" Even someone with zero experience and clumsy hands like Duanzi could draw wolves lifelike under her guidance.

"Do you think it's appropriate for us to keep secrets from each other given our current relationship?" Mu Sen pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her. "Tell me, besides flying planes and painting, what else can you do?"

After thinking about it carefully, Lu Siqi answered honestly, "I think I only know these two."

She had that naturally clueless expression again—if you didn't know her personality, with her somewhat alluring face and her perpetually naive demeanor, you could easily mistake her for someone deliberately feigning ignorance to evoke a man's protective instincts.

Mu Sen gritted his teeth, trying hard not to think about it that way, and continued to ask her, "How many years have you been studying painting?"

She replied, "I started learning it in kindergarten."

It started in kindergarten?

Mu Sen asked again, "Do you like drawing?"

"Mmm." I like it very much.

"Then why did you apply to the aviation academy instead of the art academy?"

“My dad said that painting can only be considered a hobby.” After pouring the clothes from the basin into the washing machine, Lu Siqi did not turn around, nor did she explain why she had stopped painting.

Mu Sen didn't press her for details. After she finished washing the clothes, he held out a paintbrush and a piece of paper to her. "Draw something you're best at. It can be a person or a landscape. You can draw whatever you want."

"Why should I draw it?" She didn't answer.

That's really stubborn—

"This is your eighth test!"

Sure enough, the girl realized what was going on when she heard it was an assessment.

"Why do I still need to take an assessment?" I've already paid the deposit, why do I still need to take an assessment?
Mu Sen patiently placed the paintbrush in her hand this time: "The assessment is to get a feel for your strengths and weaknesses."

What he said made sense, and Lu Siqi didn't refute it. She picked up the drawing paper and began to concentrate on drawing.

In less than an hour, a vivid picture of a rapeseed field under the moonlight was presented to Mu Sen.

If you look closely, you can even see poppies behind the yellow rapeseed flowers...

To reach this level in sketching is truly more than just a hobby.

Rolling up the drawing paper and putting it in the closet, Mu Sen came downstairs and pointed at Lu Siqi and Duanzi: "From now on, you two will practice tattooing together."

Upon hearing the joke, he was overjoyed and almost danced with excitement.

Lu Siqi looked at Mu Sen with a puzzled expression, because she really couldn't understand this man's arrangements.

After Duanzi left, Lu Siqi found him and asked him why he had made her practice tattooing with Duanzi.

Mu Sen handed her a handheld tattoo pen and several practice sheets: "The ninth test."

"Tattoo these designs on these practice skins." Regardless of whether she accepted them or not, he placed them on the table next to her, then put a small bottle of black ink and a design book on top of them, plugged the tattoo pen into the socket, and said, "Ask me if you don't understand anything. I'm going outside for a smoke."