Looking at the handsome middle-aged uncle in front of him, Qin Xuan blinked curiously: "Qin Xuan."
Huang Butian looked at Qin Xuan, and Qin Xuan also looked at him. For a moment, the atmosphere was a little quiet...
"Down here!" I saw Huang Butian clasping his fists again: "Huang Butian!"
Why say it again?
Qin Xuan heard it.
Qin Xuan's eyes fell on the fist held by Huang Butian, and he secretly thought that it was the demon painter's self-introduction. Is it reasonable that this action was needed?
So, Qin Xuan raised his hands and cupped his fists: "I'm here, Qin Xuan!"
"..."
Huang Butian was startled, and his smile froze: "You don't know me?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm in ruins!"
Qin Xuan's face was full of confusion: "Who is Huang Butian?"
Huang Butian: "Me!"
"So who are you?"
"I..." Huang Butian was stunned by Qin Xuan: "Wait, wait, I'm a little dizzy."
In fact, Qin Xuan was also a little confused. What was going on? A man suddenly jumped out, introduced himself, and then acted in such a strange way. What did he want to do?
"You don't know me?"
Qin Xuan: "I really don't know him."
"Haven't you even heard of it?!"
Qin Xuan: "Not at all."
"How is this possible?" Huang Butian exclaimed, "This is impossible!"
"How could you not have heard of me?" Suddenly, Huang Butian looked at Qin Xuan and asked: "Are you sure you are a demon painter? Are you sure you have read? No, are you sure you can read?"
"I am a painting artist, I am studying, and I am literate!"
Seeing Qin Xuan say this calmly, Huang Butian looked in disbelief, shook his head and sighed: "This is incredible..."
"Clam?"
Qin Xuan was also led into a ditch by this person: "No, what, uncle, is it incredible that I don't know you?"
Huang Butian: "It's quite incredible."
"We have met before," Qin Xuan asked puzzledly, "have we met before?"
"Never seen it."
"Then why should I know you!" Qin Xuan was really annoyed by this stupid uncle. Who is this person? Is he mentally retarded or lacks care?
Huang Butian was relieved. He really didn't expect that there would be demon painters in the world who didn't know about him. No, there were actually people who hadn't even heard of his name. This...
Are you sure you are a demon painter?!
"If you don't know me, little brother, then forget it, it's not a big deal."
It wasn't a big deal in the first place.
Qin Xuan: "You are right."
Huang Butian: "..."
"Little brother, you said you are still studying," Huang Butian said, "That means you haven't graduated yet, right?"
Qin Xuan thought about it for a moment. He had just entered Baiquan Academy. Even if he didn't study or go to class, Qin Xuan would still have to hang out there for two years. But that wouldn't be a problem. He had the ultimate academic master like Luo Xiyu by his side.
, everything in the exam is trivial.
"Where to study?"
Qin Xuan couldn't stand this man's familiarity, but he still replied: "Bai Quan."
"I can't tell!"
Huang Butian showed an expression that said, "You actually have this ability?" "You don't even know my name, but you can still go to the best demon painting academy in the world, and you entered through the back door, right?"
"Um..." Qin Xuan smiled sheepishly: "It's okay."
However, seeing this smile, Huang Butian felt bad: 'I'm not praising you!'
"Ahem, cough, cough." It was the first time that Huang Butian met a person like Qin Xuan, who could be so arrogant. He saw Huang Butian patting Qin Xuan on the shoulder and said, "Then you will remember this from now on."
.”
"Remember what?"
"Me!" Huang Butian was afraid that Qin Xuan wouldn't understand, so he explained: "Oh no, it's the name Huang Butian."
“A must-take history exam!”
A required exam?!
Qin Xuan didn't believe it: "But I have taken the history test before, and I have never seen this question."
"Impossible!" Huang Butian said quickly: "There must be a question in it, asking the name of the youngest among the twenty-one people!"
Qin Xuan: "..."
Damn it!
This question really exists!
"Huang Butian?" Qin Xuan looked at the other party in surprise: "Are you Huang Butian?"
Finally recognized!
It was the first time that Huang Butian felt that talking to a newbie would be so tiring. In the past, when he met young people, almost as soon as he opened his mouth, the other person would be as excited as if he had met a celebrity. As for what happened next, it was all trivial. You know
It is already a great opportunity to meet him. If I get his guidance again, it will not be a dream to be successful in the future!
"So, Uncle Huang Butian, what do you want?"
Huang Butian: "..."
That’s not right!
This reaction is wrong!
Qin Xuan shouldn't be jumping up and down with excitement, and then say to him with admiration: 'You are actually Senior Huang. I am so excited that you have met a living legend.'
However...
Seeing Qin Xuan's completely indifferent attitude, Huang Butian really wanted to say, did the director get the script wrong?
"Uncle, what's the matter with you? If nothing happens, I'll go in!"
"Go in?" Huang Butian said: "Little brother, are you also interested in this?"
"I haven't tried it," Qin Xuan certainly wouldn't admit that he likes gambling: "I'm just curious and ready to give it a try."
"That's great!"
"Wait a minute," Qin Xuan said, "Why do your words sound so familiar?"
"Heh, I mean little brother." Huang Butian put his arm around Qin Xuan's neck. People who didn't know it would have thought they were such good friends. Qin Xuan quickly stepped aside: "Hey, hey, don't do anything.
Move your feet, I'm not familiar with you!"
"Why aren't you familiar?"
"Of course I'm not familiar with him!" Qin Xuan felt that there was something wrong with this guy's brain: "I don't even know you."
"What's my name?"
"Huang Butian!"
"Look, look," Huang Butian said, "You still say you don't recognize him."
Qin Xuan: "..."
"I have to go back later, it's just a little effort." Qin Xuan has always had a good temper, but being dragged here by Huang Butian was initially because he was a demon painter, but now, what does Qin Xuan think?
Why do you think this guy is mentally disturbed: "If you have something to say, don't waste my time here!"
"This is good, this is good!"
Huang Butian smiled, made a vague gesture, and said with an awkward smile: "I was not very lucky when I went in just now."
There is no need to talk about the rest of this, Qin Xuan understands.
But understanding means understanding. Understanding does not mean that Qin Xuan will give him money. Moreover, Qin Xuan felt very strange: "Aren't you a magician? You can conjure money in the world of ordinary people."
The Demon Painter is just like the immortal in the legend of Blue Star. Even if he can't turn stone into gold, isn't it very simple to do something like blindfolding?
What's more, Qin Xuan saw how awesome this guy was, as if everyone in the world wanted to know him. A big shot of this level should be able to do both!