Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Chapter 54: True Art Touches the Soul_1
Even with sunglasses covering most of her face, the lady still looked stunning with her fair nose, red lips, and long, enticing hair.

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After receiving Qin Mingze’s affirmative response, the lady even took off her sunglasses, revealing a bright and radiant face.

She sized up Fu Qian twice from top to bottom and finally nodded in satisfaction, waving at Fu Qian.

“Get in the car!”

As soon as she said this, the old men and women around were all agog.

Fu Qian didn’t budge, looking to Qin Mingze for an explanation.

“Let’s talk in the car!”

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The latter looked utterly disheartened.

It was because of those two cases of local products.

Fu Qian gave him a look and got into the passenger seat the lady had opened earlier.

Not until the sports car drove off in the distance did the old men and women at the door come back to their senses, and they began to discuss animatedly.

They couldn’t understand how this young Fu could be unemployed and still have such a beautiful girl seeking him out with such eagerness.

“Talk to me!”

Fu Qian led the two uninvited guests to his place and motioned for them to sit on the couch.

Qin Mingze was no longer his usual overbearing self, his face full of obsequious smiles.

“You’re not busy these days, are you?”

“Not busy.”

Fu Qian shook his head.

“I have the next three days off.”

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“Didn’t you find a part-time job recently?”

“It’s precisely because the part-time job is tough that I work four days and rest three.”

…

“Okay, here’s the thing.”

Young Master Qin pointed to the long-haired lady and let out a long sigh.

“I have also found you a part-time job.”

Hmm?

Fu Qian looked at the long-haired woman.

Although she was deliberately wearing heavy makeup, she didn’t look much older, at most one or two years older than himself, perhaps she was still in school.

At that moment, she was eyeing him intently, making sounds of admiration, with a somewhat saucy look in her eyes.

“May we step aside to talk?”

Young Master Qin came over to embrace Fu Qian’s arm and dragged him aside.

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“Do me a favor…”

“Explain it to me first.”

“Well… it’s nothing much, just need you to help as a life model.”

“Life model?”

“Yes.”

Young Master Qin’s face showed reluctance to speak.

“Remember the photo of you I took last time? I photoshopped my head onto it.”

Oh!

Fu Qian instantly understood.

“Was it exposed?”

Uh-huh…

Qin Mingze nodded helplessly, pointing at the lady behind him.

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“Getting caught is nothing, we have the thick skin to withstand that.

But to my surprise, she turned out to be this girl’s roommate. When I was bragging, she recognized me…

This girl is named Tan Ying. We grew up together in the same circles. She’s now studying at the nearby art school.

She blackmailed me into finding the real owner of those muscles to model for her. Otherwise, she threatened to make me the laughingstock of our circle.”

Qin Mingze finally clarified the situation.

“All you need to do is model for her to draw you, and I’ve confirmed that you’ll only need to bare your upper body at most.”

“For the lower half, we can talk about additional payment.”

Unexpectedly, the lady named Tan Ying had sharp ears and chimed in at once.

“The art school is worried about finding life models?”

Fu Qian looked at her somewhat incredulously.

“Yes, but they’re all older ladies.”

Tan Ying sighed.

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“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with older ladies, but as an artist, when you come across such a perfect body, there’s no way you can let it slip by.”

Is that so!

“Alright!”

Fu Qian furrowed his brows and agreed outright.

Not expecting his decisiveness, not only did Young Master Qin’s face light up with joy, but Tan Ying was also pleasantly surprised, covering her mouth and giggling.

“Thank you for your cooperation!”

Sure, sure.

While exchanging pleasantries, Fu Qian spread his fingers to reveal the Dream Ring and chose to activate it.

The next moment, the galaxy on the ring began to rotate, and an invisible veil spread outwards.

Is this the dream created by the ring?

Fu Qian looked around.

If he hadn’t known for certain he was in a dream, he would have seen no difference at all.

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He had no interest in being a model, so he had to use some special means.

Considering that he couldn’t just knock these two out and throw them out, he eventually decided to try this never-before-used Dream Ring to test its effects.

Looking at it now, the dream seemed to be completely based in reality, with the three of them still sitting in the living room.

And both Tan Ying and Qin Mingze clearly hadn’t realized they were in a dream.

In that case, there was a high probability they would consider everything that happened here as reality once they woke up.

Fu Qian observed his own state, feeling as if he could do whatever he wanted, seemingly able to alter the dream’s logic at will.

Is it really this amazing? Let’s try this first.

“Actually, I’m also somewhat of an artist.”

He approached Tan Ying first, beginning his mental onslaught.

“In my view, mere depiction cannot be considered within the realm of art.”

Fu Qian started with the lines he had prepared.

“True art should explore deeper things.”

“Deeper things?”

Tan Ying asked subconsciously, her thoughts noticeably slowed by the dream’s influence.

“Yes, like the clash and tear between the physical and the spiritual.”

Fu Qian looked into her eyes, speaking evenly and calmly.

In this dream, he found his words to be particularly convincing.

And the others were somewhat in a daze, having lost all their vigilance and defenses.

“What do you mean?”

“Wait a second, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

Tan Ying agreed almost subconsciously.

Fu Qian then turned to Qin Mingze.

“There’s an old saying, ‘One who causes a problem should solve it.’ You caused this issue, right?”

“…Yes.”

“So shouldn’t you be the one to resolve the mess you’ve made?”

“I should, but how am I supposed to do that?”

“It’s simple, put this on.”

With a wave of his arm, Fu Qian suddenly had a black pleated skirt in his hand.

This dream is really quite handy.

“Women’s clothing… Why do you have women’s clothing here?”

Qin Mingze questioned subconsciously.

“A client’s.”

Fu Qian blurted out a haphazard excuse, with no intention of dwelling on this issue.

…

Alright then!

Qin Mingze fell silent for a moment, then quickly agreed.

After all, he had caused the problem himself, and while it was distasteful, a man had to take responsibility.

Qin Mingze never doubted that this thought stemmed from his own mind, reflecting his most genuine feelings.

Five minutes later, in the dream.

“What’s this?”

Seeing Qin Mingze appear before her in a black skirt, a long-waiting Tan Ying stood there stupefied.

“True art touches the soul.”

Fu Qian spoke softly.

“I believe that as an artist, you can sense the omnipresent conflict between spirit and body in this model.”

…

Tan Ying was quickly persuaded.

Forcing herself to face Qin Mingze, she scrutinized him with the gaze of an artist, but her hand holding the paintbrush trembled, unable to make a mark.

After a long while, she sighed deeply and tossed the brush aside.

“I’ve discovered my artistic cultivation is still lacking, I need to go back and refine my skills.”

“That’s really too bad, are you sure you don’t want to draw?”

Fu Qian sounded genuinely regretful at her side.

“I’m sure.”