You are not monster girls!

Chapter 103 is about a wild woman. (4k2 combined)

Under the influence of provocation, Bai Mengqing readily accepted the red milk dragon's "challenge".

Since it's a live painting session, it definitely needs to be shown to others to have any value. After Bai Mengqing accepted the challenge, Yan Yifan made this request.

Lin Muran knew he had gotten a good deal, and after obtaining Bai Mengqing's consent, he also agreed to her request.

Although the painting was done on-site, Bai Mengqing still requested a separate room to prepare the ink.

The Dragon Clan's Xuanmo (mysterious ink) is the soul of Bai Mengqing's paintings.

"Does your girlfriend carry ink with her every time she goes out?"

"As a top-notch painter, it makes perfect sense for her to carry ink blocks and paints with her, and besides, she's not my girlfriend." Lin Muran shrugged.

Yan Yifan knew that Lin Muran had most likely spoken ill of him to Bai Mengqing again, but judging from her reaction, it wasn't a personal insult, so it was still acceptable.

He just didn't understand why Bai Mengqing needed a separate room to mix pigments and grind ink blocks when the shop clearly had ready-made ink.

Is it now fashionable for people to bring their own ink sticks when painting ink wash paintings?

"I have a feeling that I've fallen into your trap."

"You begged us to draw it; we didn't do anything."

"Putting all that aside, can she really produce a high-quality painting on the spot?"

More than the trap, Yan Yifan was concerned about whether Bai Mengqing could truly paint high-quality freehand landscapes on the spot, just like the masters.

"What are you gambling?"

"If she can finish the drawing on the spot and the quality meets the standards, I'll increase your payment by 10%!"

Yan Yifan watched Bai Mengqing bustling in and out of the private room, looking flustered, and asked suspiciously, "What are you going to bet with me?"

"If you lose, we'll finish the painting for you at half price."

"No, in the end it seems like you didn't lose out at all."

Lin Muran said very firmly, "When we gamble, it's not about what you want, but what I have."

After all, compared to Yan Yifan, he was indeed a penniless nobody. He had nothing to lose, and the other party couldn't do anything to him.

"Xia Li and Bai Mengqing are really unlucky to have a heartless capitalist boyfriend like you," Yan Yifan complained.

"I've said it so many times, they are not my girlfriends."

Since this was Bai Mengqing's first time painting outdoors, Lin Muran was a little worried that something might happen, so she went to the private room to check on her.

"Hmm, still not enough."

Bai Mengqing had now styled her long, loose hair into a bun, which made her look less gloomy and more adorable. As she moved, her fair, slightly pink nape was occasionally exposed to the sunlight, making it hard to look away.

Bai Mengqing changed her previous blank expression, becoming serious and focused. Even when passing by Lin Muran, she would deliberately turn aside to avoid him, without making any unnecessary movements.

She walked around the table, returning to her starting point, her fingers constantly dripping ink onto the palette, glancing occasionally at the large sheet of paper, muttering something to herself.

"What's not enough?"

"ink."

She had prepared a small bucket of ink beforehand, but after comparing it again, she added more ink to the plate and the bucket.

Bai Mengqing ink can spontaneously change color and concentration, so whether the water in the bucket is clear or not is not very important, and there will be no color mixing after prolonged use.

"We need to use ink sparingly. How about using the ink splatter technique to supplement it?"

Considering that Bai Mengqing still needed to maintain her and Xia Li's disguise, and that Lin Muran had previously observed Bai Mengqing's exhausted expression after painting Xia Li's face, he had to precisely control the dragon's mana bar, just like playing Dark Souls.

"You even know how to splash ink?"

Bai Mengqing was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this, and looked at Lin Muran with the same puzzled expression one might give a mother looking at Nobita who had scored 100 on a test.

"Understanding the characteristics of your own monsters is a fundamental skill for monster experts."

Lin Muran studied design in college. When the national trend was popular, he even studied traditional Chinese landscape painting. Then he time-traveled.

"You truly are a motorcycle expert, you're amazing!!"

"He's a monster expert!!"

Bai Mengqing's vertical pupils lit up, and she delivered a powerful "hug and kill" move to Lin Muran, dribbling the ball fiercely into his penalty area before quickly grabbing her tools and running out the door.

Was this dragon really that strong?
The impact was so intense that Lin Muran didn't even feel what it was like to have her restricted area rammed. She only felt like her bones were about to break, and could only stagger out.

In order to showcase Bai Mengqing's painting skills as much as possible and create a strong cultural atmosphere, Yan Yifan specially asked Qingyi to rest first, leaving the most central and conspicuous position of the stage open, and set up a huge table for Bai Mengqing to paint.

"What are you doing? Why are you acting like you're about to die?"

"We were ambushed."

Yan Yifan, who had just finished setting up the venue, watched Lin Muran stagger out of the studio. Hearing what she said, he couldn't help but sigh and shake his head: "As expected of a young person, so full of energy. But now you should focus your attention on your career."

"If I hug you and you can stand up, I'll give you 100 yuan."

"Then forget it. After you disappeared for a month, you came back feeling like you'd taken trenbolone steroids. If you hugged me, I'd fall apart."

Yan Yifan felt a chill run down his spine. When Lin Muran first came back, he had arm wrestled with her out of curiosity, and his hand was almost ruined.

According to his junior, Bai Mengqing only hugged Lin Muran once, and it nearly killed him.

That strength must be terrifying.

You two are truly a match made in heaven.

Wait a moment.
Chang Hao said that Xia Li was even more terrifying than Bai Mengqing. If she were to hug Lin Muran, wouldn't it be like a scene from Mortal Kombat?
You three are truly a match made in heaven.

That person doesn't seem quite right either. It seems the four of you always have to get together.

"Alright, alright, let's get back to the bet. I still don't believe Bai Mengqing can paint a high-quality picture on the spot. You have to give it to me for free!"

Yan Yifan dared not think any further and could only change the subject.

"casual."

Lin Muran let Yan Yifan raise the stakes. Looking at Bai Mengqing's focused expression, he knew that he couldn't possibly lose even if he lay on the ground.

Fortunately, there weren't many people.
Bai Mengqing glanced around and noticed that the surrounding customers were all looking at her with curiosity, but the red milk dragon over there was the one with doubt. A strange anger rose from the bottom of her heart.

That mere red milk dragon is still putting on airs even as it faces death.

Do you not respect my little brother Lin Muran?

Thinking of this, Bai Mengqing was furious and immediately began to paint on the rice paper.

With Lin Muran's guidance, she first took the ink, picked up the brush, and splashed the ink freely onto the rice paper, waiting for it to spread. After the basic shape of the mountain was formed, she switched to a fine-line brush that she had somehow found, and neatly and efficiently depicted the details.

But as she continued drawing, she noticed that the ink wasn't spreading out as she had expected; instead, it started zigzagging and undulating, doing who-knows-what.

Bai Mengqing braced herself against the table, causing the table legs to slam twice on the ground. Only then did she realize that the four legs of the Red Milk Dragon table were of different heights.

Oh no, this table is crooked! The ink has all spilled out! I need to adjust the ink.
Just as she was about to activate her spell, she suddenly remembered that she was in a coffee shop. Looking around, she noticed that the number of onlookers was gradually increasing, while Lin Muran still looked confident, and the red milk dragon's questioning expression was slowly decreasing.

If we were to redraw it now, where would the dignity of our dragon race go?

I have no choice but to bite the bullet and draw it.
Without the aid of magic, she could no longer paint as casually as she did at home, lying down or standing up, and manipulate the ink to create massive changes with just a flick of her finger.

In this situation, she can only grit her teeth and use conventional painting techniques, stroke by stroke, with ink from a brush.

"Wow... Is he possessed by a master?"

Yan Yifan was dumbfounded as he watched Bai Mengqing paint with such skill and dedication. Was this the same girl who had seemed so dazed before?
It's definitely not some kind of replacement like twins or something?
The cafe's windows are all floor-to-ceiling windows, and you can see the live music stage at a glance from the outside.

Bai Mengqing's painting not only attracted the original customers in the coffee shop, but also drew passersby to stop and watch. Since the weather was quite hot today, many people were drawn into the shop.

The café, which originally had only a few people, gradually became overcrowded, and Chang Hao even had to resort to using single chairs and shared tables that had been gathering dust for who knows how long.

"This girl who paints will surely become a master someday."

"This coffee shop is quite interesting; they even use bamboo leaf incense, which adds a lot of charm."

"This place makes me feel inexplicably at ease, and the owner looks like someone who knows his stuff."

"Bamboo leaf aromatherapy? I don't have any of that in my shop."

Yan Yifan was completely confused by what the passersby were saying. He knew that the aromatherapy he used was lavender, so where did the bamboo leaves come from?

"Maybe one of the guests brought it."

Lin Muran knew, of course, that the fragrance of bamboo leaves came from Bai Mengqing's ink, which had the unique effect of refreshing the mind and relaxing the mood.

He had previously tested this using the Deadpool-themed sofa in the living room.

It also has a slight hallucinogenic effect, but of course, it is harmless to the human body.

"Is this a film set? The decor is so stylish."

As time went on, not only the customers watching Bai Mengqing from the sidelines, but even Yan Yifan felt himself gradually entering a peculiar state.

It felt as if I were truly in a pavilion, with a gentle breeze blowing, sipping tea and admiring the scenery.

Are there any seats left?

"Yes! Yes!"

The customers' cries brought Yan Yifan back to reality. His sense of smell told him that today was a great day for flushing, and he couldn't care less about continuing his bickering with Lin Muran. He hurriedly ran to the front desk to direct the work.

Bai Mengqing is truly her own lucky charm.

Seeing that Bai Mengqing had gotten into the zone while painting, Lin Muran decided to return to his seat to rest for a while until the dragon was finished.

As a result, he turned his gaze and found an uninvited guest in his seat.

It's the woman who just played the piano.

I don't know if it was Xia Li or Qing Yi who did it, but just a moment ago there was a full plate of snacks, and in the blink of an eye there was only fried onion rings that no one wanted, the plain kind.

Seeing that there were more and more people, Lin Muran assumed that the other party was just there to share a table, so he didn't say anything and sat down next to Xia Li.

Since my seat is empty anyway, instead of waiting for strangers to join me like opening a blind box, I might as well let Qingyi, whom I know better, sit there.

"Xia Li, would you like anything else?"

Xia Li shook her head, but quickly nodded again.

"Anyway, Red Milk Dragon is treating, so just order whatever you want." Lin Muran handed her phone to Xia Li and turned her gaze to Qing Yi sitting opposite her.

The last time Lin Muran lent money, the other party kept their head down, so she didn't really get a good look at their face.

She lent money simply because she worked a day job at Yan Yifan's shop; she couldn't run away from the temple.

This time, she wasn't carrying a guqin or wearing a small round hat; she was just wearing small round sunglasses and maintaining a meaningful smile.

This is how clearly he could see the other person's face.

Her delicate nose, slightly slender eyebrows, and fair, unadorned face, though covered with a band-aid, still revealed her exquisite beauty.

Before Lin Muran could speak, Qingyi took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her: "Thank you for helping me out last time."

"I'm glad I can help."

Lin Muran had only borrowed 10 yuan in cash and hadn't planned to ask for it back. Now that the other party was saying this, he didn't know how to respond and could only awkwardly reply.

When Qingyi saw that Lin Muran didn't ask her to pay back the money, she was overjoyed and subconsciously picked up an onion ring next to her and took a bite. Then she frowned.

How can there be a shop that actually makes pure onion rings? Are they killing birds?!

She felt nauseous, but glancing at Xia Li, who was also wearing sunglasses, she saw that the other was staring at her. As her master, she had to set an example and not waste food, so she could only force herself to swallow it.

"you"

"It's okay, I just don't like the taste of onions."

"I'm asking you why you're eating our food?"

If they were to share a table, so be it; Lin Muran had no intention of inviting this stranger to dinner.

The main problem was that her technique for taking things was too skillful; Xia Li clearly couldn't out-snatch them from her.

He had brought the spirit beasts out to play today, and he didn't want to upset Xia Li over such a small matter.

Although it's impossible to tell whether she's happy or not.

"Well, we're already so familiar with each other, and we can't waste food, can we?"

Qingyi was caught off guard by Lin Muran's sudden question.

Moreover, she had just given Xia Li instructions not to reveal their master-disciple relationship, but to focus on their relationship with the creditor.

Was her life really that miserable?
"Then you can eat it. I'm sorry for offending you earlier."

Lin Muran was so preoccupied with borrowing money that he forgot the girl in front of him was a physically strong and determined street performer.

"It's okay. It's a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them."

Lin Muran:???

This guy is quite outgoing.

Qingyi's strange behavior made Lin Muran give up the idea of ​​communicating with her and could only focus her attention on Xia Li for the time being.

This spirit beast hadn't said much since the beginning.

She had never reacted this way when meeting strangers before.

Could it be related to Qingyi?
"Xia Li, do you know her?" Lin Muran went straight to the point.

Xia Li turned to look at Lin Muran, then glanced at Qingyi opposite her, put down her phone, adjusted her sunglasses, and slowly spoke:
“She’s a wild woman,” Emperor Roar said, indicating that he did not recognize the woman in front of him.

(End of this chapter)