Ugly Transformed: Meet the Devil and Meet the Love

Chapter 103 We are all playing a game called "the strong eat the weak" 1
At noon, the sun shone fiercely on the earth, and everything seemed to be scorched and lost its life.

Lan Yuge was walking alone on the cement road, and the driveway beside her was whizzing by. Today is Saturday, and Guigui has gone home. She has to go to TBC to find Yi Muxue to study.

In the past few days, she deliberately checked the knowledge about fashion design. In fact, she understands that this kind of thing requires not only hard work, but also interest and talent.

She is still very self-aware. She doesn't understand fashion design at all, let alone talent. She can only study harder than others and spend more time thinking about it. Maybe one day, she There will also be a little so-called talent invisibly.

Pushing open the gorgeous glass revolving door, Lan Yuge skillfully walked in the direction of the elevator. Since she had been here several times, the security guards knew her well and knew that she was an intern here, so they didn't stop her again.

In the bright corridor, there was a slender figure. She raised her slender hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Yi Muxue's voice reached Lan Yuge's ears through the heavy door.

Lan Yuge gently pushed the door open, there was a faint smell of peppermint in the air, Yi Muxue was nestling on the sofa smoking a cigarette, curling smoke was flying.

Yi Muxue waved to Lan Yuge, and Lan Yuge walked towards her.

Yi Muxue took out a thick book from a pile of documents on her right, and handed it to Lan Yuge, who still had a long and thin cigarette in her mouth, like a big sister in the underworld.

"What is this?" Lan Yuge opened the book suspiciously. The first few pages of the book were all about colors.

"I'll give you a week for some basic knowledge. Next week, I will test you. Remember, you must write down all the colors for me." Yi Muxue said seriously with a serious expression.

"I will." Lan Yuge also replied.

"Well, you can go." Yi Muxue turned her attention to the computer screen again, and she had pinched the cigarette between her fingers.

"Can I ask a question?" Lan Yuge stared at Yi Muxue's fingers where there was no smoke of sparks.

"En." Yi Muxue responded in a low voice.

"Excuse me, what kind of cigarette are you smoking?" Lan Yuge also liked it, and the faint mint smell made her obsessed.

Yi Muxue seemed to be interested in this question, she raised her head and looked at Lan Yuge in front of her, "Very few people are interested in my cigarettes." Her tone was cold and without warmth.

(End of this chapter)