Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

"Let's look at the next mission objective."

"There are 'two' in the next dimension!"

Xiao Ba lively adjusted the light screen.

"The first one is Jiang Chi, a sunny and cheerful national-level athlete and a top contender in the hurdles event."

"He won a World Championship gold medal at a young age, and he has a passionate and bright personality, like a little sun."

As it spoke, it projected the image into the air.

The boy in the painting is wearing a red tracksuit, with thick, straight eyebrows and a bright look in his eyes.

Her jawline is sharp and well-defined, and when she smiles, the corners of her lips curve into a clean arc.

His eyes shone with the vibrant light of a blazing summer sun, and even the thin layer of sweat on his forehead exuded a burning vitality.

"And the second one?" Liu Yunshu asked, gesturing lightly with her fingertips.

Xiao Ba quickly switched the screen.

The man was wearing a well-tailored black suit with straight, pine-like shoulders.

A neatly tied tie accentuated her long, elegant neck.

His features were cool and aloof, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high, straight nose.

His gaze behind the glasses was indifferent and aloof, and the smile on his lips was polite yet distant, making him appear very refined.

"Second, Liu Chengyan, the current head of the Liu Group. He appears gentle and refined, but in reality, he is decisive and leaves no room for compromise."

"How was it?" Xiao Ba looked at her expectantly.

A hint of interest flashed across Liu Yunshu's eyes: "One is as blazing as the sun, the other is as deep as a pool of ice; it's quite an interesting combination."

"So, what image will you choose this time, Big Brother?" Xiao Ba spun around triumphantly.

"I haven't tried the charming and delicate image yet." Liu Yunshu stroked her chin and lowered her eyes in thought.

Xiao Ba's eyes lit up. "A pure and innocent beauty with a fragile aura."

Liu Yunshu opened the image adjuster and gently traced the image on the light screen with her fingertips.

First, outline a slender shoulder line that looks as if it would break at the slightest touch, then adjust the curve of the waist and abdomen to be even more supple and slender.

It made her limbs appear even longer and thinner, giving her a fragile feeling that she would sway in the wind.

She raised her hand to draw her eyebrows, pressing the arch of her eyebrows down gently, with the ends drooping slightly, adding a touch of innocent timidity.

The eye shape was adjusted to a rounded almond shape, with a light pink smudge at the outer corner of the eye.

The pupils were chosen to be a clear, light brown, like a pool of shimmering autumn water.

When she blinks, her eyelashes tremble slightly, and a faint, watery sheen washes over her, making one feel tenderness just by looking at her.

The bridge of the nose doesn't need to be too high; it should be sculpted to be small and delicate, with a natural pinkish blush at the tip.

For the lips, a light mauve color was chosen, with soft lip lines and full lip peaks.

When it gently sips its lips, it looks like it has suffered a grievance but dares not speak out, making it especially endearing.

The skin tone is a cool-toned porcelain white, with an almost transparent sheen.

It looks as if a light touch would leave a red mark, maximizing the sense of fragility and "delicate charm".

Finally, her jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders and back.

When her hair fluttered gently, it just covered half of her blushing ear tips, adding a touch of youthful shyness.

The light and shadow from the adjuster gradually faded, and the girl's image was reflected in the mirror.

A simple white dress made her look even thinner, her eyes were moist, and her expression was indifferent.

Yet she possesses an inherent "I feel sorry for her" quality.

Even just standing quietly, she resembles a white rose that has been rained on, so fragile that one can't help but want to hold her in their hands and protect her.

Liu Yunshu examined him for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction: "What is your identity this time?"

"DaDa came from an orphanage and is a painter with some renown."

"Alright, let's go."

"Okay!"

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Jiang City.

Liu Yunshu, carrying a drawing board bag and wearing white canvas shoes, walked slowly on the sidewalk.

A gentle breeze carried scattered fallen leaves across her skirt, lifting a corner to reveal her slender, jade-like ankles, making her figure appear even more delicate and fragile.

At that moment, a bus slowly drove up from a distance.

Inside the car, Jiang Chi rested his chin on his hand, gazing listlessly out the window.

The weariness from just finishing intensive training still lingered on his brow, but the vibrant fire of youth in his eyes had not been extinguished.

His gaze inadvertently swept across the sidewalk, then suddenly fixed on it—

Just then, a bus slowly drove up from a distance.

The girl wore a simple white dress, carried a sketchbook bag, and walked with a light and slow gait, like a cloud drifting in the wind.

Her porcelain-white skin glowed almost transparently in the sunlight, and her black hair, which hung over her shoulders, swayed gently in the wind.

She just managed to peek out half of her almond-shaped eyes, which were moist, and her eyebrows drooped slightly, making her look soft and delicate, like a frightened little rabbit.

She seemed to be looking at the gallery by the roadside; her profile was soft, and her pursed, mauve lips exuded a timid softness.

Even the fingertips holding the shoulder strap of the drawing board bag were so slender that they looked as if they would break if pinched.

"Hey, Brother Jiang, what are you looking at so intently?"

His teammate patted his arm and followed his gaze.

"This girl is so adorable, like a fragile porcelain doll."

Jiang Chi snapped out of his daze, a hint of red creeping up his ears, but he still coughed defiantly.

The amazement in her eyes was undeniable, but she feigned casualness in her tone: "I wasn't looking at anything, just browsing."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze involuntarily drifted back to the present.

Just then, the girl raised her head as if she had sensed something, her light brown pupils clear and bright, like autumn water rippling in her face.

Their eyes met briefly in the air before she quickly lowered her head.

The bus slowly drove by, and Jiang Chi's gaze followed that figure for quite a distance.

Only when they could no longer see it did they reluctantly turn their gaze away.

His fingertips were still unconsciously rubbing together, and the image of the girl with watery eyes kept replaying in his mind, causing his heart to beat faster for no reason.

The fatigue from the training camp had mostly dissipated, and my heart felt warm, as if it had been basked in the blazing summer sun.

On the sidewalk outside the bus, Liu Yunshu gazed in the direction the bus had gone, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Then, she turned and walked down a quieter path toward her designated sketching spot.

the next day.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the lakeside on the outskirts of Jiang City was covered with dappled dew.

Liu Yunshu chose a blue stone by the lake to sit down, with her easel firmly propped up in front of her.

The brush tip, dipped in light blue paint, is carefully outlining the hazy shimmering surface of the lake.

Her eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes cast dappled shadows on her porcelain-white cheeks.

The fingertips holding the paintbrush are slender and long, and even the slight curve of the wrist reveals a fragile softness.

The morning light spilled over her hair, giving her white dress a warm glow, making her seem to melt into the morning mist.

Not far away, a group of athletes dressed in matching sportswear were jogging along the lake in the morning.

The sound of footsteps startled the dewdrops on the grass, breaking the tranquility of the lakeside.

Jiang Chi ran at the front of the group, his forehead already beaded with sweat.

The red tracksuit was tinged with gold by the morning light, its vibrant energy almost overflowing.

He was adjusting his breathing, his gaze casually sweeping across the lakeshore, when he suddenly stopped in his tracks—

The slender figure on the bluestone was too eye-catching, her white dress highlighting her porcelain-white skin.

Even her wrists, which held the paintbrush, were so slender that they seemed as if they would break at the slightest touch.

The morning light fell on her drooping eyelashes, casting a soft shadow.

She was like a painting bathed in soft light, so quiet that it softened one's heart.

Jiang Chi stopped unconsciously and retreated to the shade of a tree.

His fingers unconsciously tightened around the fitness tracker, but his gaze remained fixed on her, unable to look away.

"Brother Jiang, why have you stopped running?"

The teammates caught up and, upon seeing the figure by the lake, immediately understood.

"Isn't that the girl from the roadside yesterday? Turns out she's painting here... She's really pretty."

Her teammate's voice wasn't loud, but it still made Liu Yunshu pause slightly.

She slowly raised her eyes, her light brown pupils looking over with a hint of confusion, just in time to meet Jiang Chi's gaze.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint tear welled up in her eyes.

Like a startled fawn, she instinctively gripped her paintbrush tighter, her lips pressed even more together.

Jiang Chi's heart skipped a beat, his ears turned bright red instantly, and his cheeks flushed.

He hurriedly looked away, but couldn't help glancing back secretly, stammering as he waved to his teammates.

"No, don't talk nonsense, I just want to rest for a bit..."

He took a deep breath, as if gathering all his courage, and walked quietly toward the lakeside.

As Liu Yunshu watched him approach, a fleeting smile crossed her eyes before she lowered her head again.

The brush tip moved gently across the canvas, but the movement was a little slower than before, and even the tips of the ears were subtly tinged with light pink.

Hello,

Jiang Chi stopped beside her, speaking softly.

"It's so well painted... the mist on the lake looks so alive."

Liu Yunshu raised her eyelids, her light gaze falling on his sweat-dampened forehead.

A soft smile curved her lips, her voice still gentle and sweet: "Th-thank you...it was just a casual drawing."

"Even a casual drawing is this amazing!"

Jiang Chi's smile was somewhat silly, but the light in his eyes was dazzling.

"My name is Jiang Chi, and I'm an athlete from the training base next door. What about you?"

"Liu Yunshu".

She answered softly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the paintbrush.

Her gaze swept over his sweaty temples, and after a moment's hesitation, she took a tissue from her bag and handed it to him. "You... you're sweating."

Jiang Chi paused for a moment, then hurriedly took it. His fingertips inadvertently touched her slightly cool skin, and his ears turned even redder: "Thank you!"

He wiped his sweat haphazardly, but his gaze remained fixed on her face, his eyes shining with a bright, burning joy like the summer sun.

As the morning mist gradually dissipated, shimmering golden light fell on Liu Yunshu's lowered eyelashes, casting a gentle glow.

Jiang Chi stood aside and quietly watched her draw, finding even the slight trembling of her wrists exceptionally beautiful.

"Brother Jiang! Time to get back to the team!"

The shouts of teammates in the distance drifted over on the wind, carrying a hint of teasing.

Jiang Chi snapped back to reality, his face still flushed, and his eyes were full of reluctance as he looked at Liu Yunshu.

He scratched his head, his tone a mix of awkward urgency:

"I...I have to go back to training. Do you...do you come here to paint every day?"

Liu Yunshu looked up, his light brown pupils reflecting his reddened ear tips, his voice as soft as cotton: "Not necessarily, it depends on the weather."

"Then...can I come find you after my training?"

Jiang Chi mustered his courage and asked the question, his fingertips clenching so tightly they turned white, afraid of receiving a negative answer.

Her lips curved slightly, and her eyes glistened with tears, like they held tiny starlight. She nodded gently, "Mm."

However, just one monosyllable made Jiang Chi's heart feel like it was instantly filled with sunshine.

His smile relaxed his brows and eyes, revealing a clean and sharp jawline; his youthful energy was almost overflowing.

"I'll come find you again this afternoon! Wait for me!"

After saying that, he couldn't help but glance at her a couple more times before turning around and running towards the training team.