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On Monday, Ren Jiya finally submitted her work for the competition's organizing committee.

She held the framed work in her hands, placed it in the pile, and walked out of the organizing committee.

At this moment, her shoulder was suddenly struck by a slender figure. That person's manpower was not light. Ren Jiya tightly knitted her brows in pain and cried out in a low voice.

The woman next to her gently and politely supported her. Before she could raise her head, she heard her soft and gentle voice, "I'm sorry."

This voice sounded very familiar, and Ren Ji Ya was not hurt, so she quickly replied, "It's alright."

But when both of them looked up and saw each other's distinct faces, the woman's gentle and polite voice suddenly changed.

Ren Jiya would never have thought that the enemy would meet her here.

"Who did I think it was? So it's you! " He Zishi raised his heavy eyebrows and raised his voice. "Are you here to send off the contestant's work?"

"Yeah, I'm here to send off my work." Ren Jiya answered righteously, neither servile nor overbearing.

"Actually, for a painter of your level, even if you were to participate in the competition, there's no hope." He Zishi raised his wrist to look at his watch, his lips curled in a mocking smile. "It's getting late. Goodbye!" I'll never see you again! "

After saying that, He Zishi held up her skirt with a smile that was not a smile and waved towards Ren Jiya, brushing past her.

Ren ZIya turned her face away, purposely not looking at her.

Humph! Who's afraid of who!

She believes that the competition organizers must treat every work fairly.

What she did not know was that after she left, she came back and carefully re-entered the organizing committee.

The secretary naturally recognized that he had just handed in his work and stared at her doubtfully.

She then said softly, "I forgot to sign my name on the piece I just handed in. I'll go in and sign my name again."

With her permission, a hint of imperceptible cunning flashed through her beautiful eyes. She then bowed her body and directly walked towards the workshop.

After flipping through a few paintings, he finally found Ren Jiya's painting.

When He Zishi opened up Ren Jiya's work, he was also stunned by the painting, and she was even somewhat shocked.

She then browsed through the works of the other contestants. None of them could compare to Ren Jiya's masterpiece.

He Zishi was angry and exasperated at the same time. He stomped his feet in frustration, wishing he could stomp on Ren Jiya's work a few more times before letting it go.

However, when she forced herself to calm down and look closely at the painting, she found that it still had a portrait on it.

She quickly opened the information sheet on Ren Jiya's work and read it carefully. The information sheet recorded the location and time of the work in detail.

Norway...

A layer of evil ripples appeared on the bottom of his eyes as the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He then carefully arranged the book and placed it in its original position.

As soon as she stepped out of the studio, she received a call from her brother, He Zichu.

"Zi Shi, why haven't you come out yet? I've been waiting downstairs for half an hour. "

There was nothing he could do for his spoiled sister.

On the way out, his parents had specifically instructed him to send her to deliver her works and then take her to Happy City to shop.

In the afternoon, He Zishi even arranged a tea party with his friends, and he was also responsible for bringing her back.

He Ziche hung up the phone and punched the steering wheel.

His punch landed squarely on the car's horn, and the car suddenly let out a loud "Di Di, Di" sound.

Ren ZIya, who happened to be hurrying through the front of the car, was startled by the loud angry shouts.

Plus, she had just met He Zishi at the door. When she thought of that face of the rich and rich, Ren Jiya's anger flared up.

I really don't like rich people.

Does it matter if you have money?

Driving a limousine and screaming all over the place almost scared people to death.

At this moment, when he slightly raised his head, he saw a familiar yet slender figure in front of the car. Her face was tense as she looked towards the car.

He hadn't expected to meet Ren Jiya here. Although he had left her contact information, he had been too busy to contact her since the last time they met at the gym.

It really was … It's no trouble at all.

He Zichu got out of the car in surprise. He stood in front of Ren Jiya and smiled at her, "Beautiful girl, long time no see."

"It's you?" Ren Ji Ya was slightly startled, but still carefully sized up He Zichu.

Today, at the beginning of the day, he was wearing a light gray, pinstripe suit. The image of a muscular man was very different from the one he had seen in the gym that day. Ren ZIya almost didn't recognize him.

"I also didn't expect to meet you here. Do you think this is our fate?" Seeing that Ren Jiya didn't want to pay any attention to him, he especially cherished this hard-won encounter and asked, "I still don't know your name."

"I can't say anything to someone as rude as you." Ren Jiya pushed him away and strode away. She seemed to recall something as she turned back and continued, "Next time, don't honk your horn on the street. If it's an old man or a child, they'll be scared!"

"Hey hey hey, beauty, just tell me your name." Then, he couldn't help but step forward to answer.

Ren Jiya looked up at him snappily. Seeing that he didn't seem like a bad person, she said lightly, "Ren Jiya."

She walked on without looking back, but he was standing in the middle of the road, his tall figure out of place in the bustle of the crowd.

It was only until He Ziteng, who had just come down from the second floor, bumped into him, "Bro, what are you looking at? "You can leave now."

"Oh, oh." He Zicheng quickly retracted his gaze, grabbed He Zicheng's arm and asked with concern, "Has the painting been handed over?"

"Yes."

"Why did you come down so late?"

"Ai, don't mention it anymore. I met an annoying person and said a few more words." "You said that the world is narrow, and the more people you don't want to see, the more you want to see."

He Zichenchman just pursed his lips and smiled, then said in a low voice, "Yeah, the world is very small, we always bump into people we know."

"Alright, alright, what a disappointment. Take me to the entrance of the department store. I'll go home myself tonight."

As if he had been pardoned, He Zichu stepped on the accelerator. "Really?"

She lowered her head to play with her cellphone and asked to meet her best friend in advance. She wanted to properly plan out how to humiliate Ren Jiya in front of everyone.

After the car stopped at the entrance of Happy Town's department store, He Zicheng put down the car and drove away.

However, he didn't walk straight into the department store. Instead, he turned into a coffee shop in front of the department store.

Inside, a woman with delicate makeup was sipping a cup of coffee and admiring the nails she had just made.

As soon as he saw her, He Zishi couldn't help but shout, "Jieyu!"