32: Chapter 32 Liu Tianxian: Is he a criminal police officer, a graduate student, or a painter?

After Zhao Yang finished speaking, he lowered his head and began to mix colors, as if he were certain that the other party would never refuse.

Huang Yimei blinked.

This boy... was he perhaps too confident?

But when her gaze fell upon that stone bench, she suddenly understood something.

That position was missing a model.

If a young girl were sitting there, it would just happen to form a stunningly beautiful painting with the sea of flowers behind her—this invitation, which sounded somewhat forceful, was actually a test question.

If she had turned around and left, she would have lost.

Huang Yimei smiled brightly, said "Good," sat down gracefully, and tilted her head slightly.

A perfect pose.

A perfect composition.

Zhao Yang gave her a thumbs up and picked up his brush to start painting.

The scenery was beautiful, but the person was even more so.

More and more people gathered around, and the noise of their discussions gradually grew louder. Huang Yimei had an outgoing personality, so this kind of scene was nothing to her, but what truly surprised her was the speed at which Zhao Yang painted.

It was too fast.

The paintbrush was almost moving so fast it left afterimages.

This was an oil painting, not a doodle. For a moment, she felt a bit worried for him.

"Good! Maintain this feeling!" Zhao Yang suddenly spoke up, "Just like that, with a hint of worry and reserve."

Huang Yimei's heart stirred.

His observational skills... were truly frightening.

But it was no wonder; without such insight, one could not paint a good picture.

In less than an hour, Zhao Yang put down his brush: "Classmate Huang Yimei, come take a look!"

Exclamations of admiration had already sounded all around. Huang Yimei leaned over to take a look, and her eyes instantly lit up.

"It's amazing! It's wonderful!" She couldn't help but cover her mouth, "My goodness, I don't know how to describe it... Thank you for painting me so beautifully!"

As Zhao Yang packed up his brushes and paints, he asked casually: "Do you like it?"

"I do!"

"It's yours."

"Ah?" Huang Yimei was stunned, "That wouldn't be right! This is your work! How about you tell me how much, and I'll buy it."

"Although I painted it, the model is you, so I used your portrait rights." Zhao Yang counted on his fingers, "If you give me money, it's equivalent to me using your portrait rights to make money, and then I'd have to pay you portrait usage fees, which is too much trouble. It's better to give it to you; besides, I just enjoy the process of creation."

Huang Yimei was a bit dizzy from his reasoning and tried to understand it, but found it was a waste of effort. She also had a straightforward personality, so she smiled and said: "Then thank you! I still don't know your name."

Before Zhao Yang could answer, Xiao Chunan came running over noisily—

"Zhao Yang! So you're here; I've been looking everywhere for you! Something happened! Something big happened! You have to help me, otherwise I'm done for!"

Zhao Yang shrugged at Huang Yimei.

Huang Yimei covered her mouth and smiled, then nodded.

"Then I'll be going now, goodbye."

Zhao Yang waved his hand and went to meet Xiao Chunan: "What happened?"

"It's hard to explain, just come with me and take a look, you are my last hope."

"Don't rush, let me put my things back first."

Zhao Yang was pulled by Xiao Chunan to an experimental workbench in the laboratory.

There was an industrial computer with its case open, two circuit boards placed next to it, and a printed paper—the very same one Zhao Yang had given to Professor Lin. On the open page, there were dense, marked annotations.

Xiao Chunan pointed at the circuit boards, his voice trembling: "I only have three boards, and I've already burned out two of them; they both burn out after the program runs for ten minutes. But I really can't see the problem with the program. If I burn another one, my experiment will completely fail, and my graduation will definitely be delayed."

Zhao Yang glanced at the marked places on the paper and immediately understood—he could tell at a glance which part Xiao Chunan was engineering.

"Don't worry, let me see your program."

"Here... it's written a bit messily." Xiao Chunan pointed to an opened computer.

Zhao Yang read through it extremely quickly, then fell into deep thought after a moment.

"Is there a problem with my program?" Xiao Chunan asked cautiously.

"The program is fine." Zhao Yang's gaze landed on the industrial computer, "Turn on the industrial computer and let me see."

"Okay."

Zhao Yang took a look at the industrial computer's System, and quickly reached a conclusion: "The problem is in the underlying driver of the industrial control board; there is an issue with the power control section. I'll rewrite it for you."

After speaking, he started typing code directly on the computer.

Xiao Chunan scratched his hair, looking shocked: "Zhao Yang, you even understand underlying drivers? You're proficient in both software and hardware..."

Zhao Yang rolled his eyes secretly; a man only fixes hardware, not software!

At this moment, Huang Yimei had already happily returned home with the painting.

As soon as she entered, she hurried into her room, found a suitable drawing board, carefully spread the painting on it, and began to admire it closely.

"Oh my... it's simply a work of art!" She exclaimed while looking at it, "I didn't expect there to be such a master at the Shuimu Academy of Fine Arts. Look at this composition, this technique; when will I ever reach this level..."

While she was muttering to herself, her father Huang Jianzhi's voice rang out from the outer room—

"What is Old Lin from the Shuimu Computer Science Department up to? How did he admit a criminal police officer as an exception?"

"Old Huang, what are you fussing about? What's wrong with Old Lin?" Mother Wu Yuejiang asked.

"Take a look at this report..." Huang Jianzhi shook the newspaper in his hand, "It says a criminal police officer from the Ministry of Public Security won a First-Class Merit and was then recommended to the Shuimu Computer Science Department for graduate studies, and it was a special admission by Old Lin. It's really strange!"

Huang Yimei's curiosity was piqued, and she poked her head out of the room: "Dad, what are you saying? Uncle Lin specially admitted a criminal police officer? That's too big of a leap, isn't it? Is it just a rumor from a tabloid?"

"It's official, not a tabloid." Huang Jianzhi pointed to the newspaper, "It says this young man went undercover alone into a criminal gang, obtained important evidence, and caught the core figures, and was awarded an individual First-Class Merit. Then the Ministry of Public Security recommended him to Shuimu; not a word is wrong."

"Oh my..." Wu Yuejiang frowned, "It's really not easy to survive and receive a First-Class Merit. What's the young man's name?"

"Zhao Yang. There's even a photo here; he looks quite handsome."

"Zhao Yang?" Huang Yimei immediately leaned over, and upon seeing that face on the newspaper, she was stunned, "What kind of international joke is this... How is this possible? How could he be a criminal police officer? And going to study computer science?"

"Girl, wait a minute—" Wu Yuejiang's expression became strange.

Huang Jianzhi sized up his daughter: "Looking at your expression, do you know this Zhao Yang? He is from Jinghai, and there shouldn't be anyone like that among your classmates, right?"

"The story is a long one, and I'm also very confused..." Huang Yimei paused, her eyes darting around, "How about this, you come over, and I'll show you something."

She pulled her parents into her room and pointed to the oil painting Zhao Yang had given her: "Look, how is the level of this painting?"

Although both of them had suspicious expressions, they were both shocked when they saw the painting.

The daughter in the painting was smiling beautifully, forming a stunning painting with the sea of flowers.

Huang Jianzhi leaned in to examine it: "Although I don't understand much, I can feel the beauty in it; is this... your instructor's work?"

"My instructor doesn't have this level of skill." Huang Yimei took a deep breath, "This painting was painted by Zhao Yang."

"Which Zhao Yang?"

"The one you just mentioned—the First-Class Merit hero, the computer graduate student specially admitted by Uncle Lin." Huang Yimei struck the pose from the painting, "I sat just like this, he was two meters away from me, and he painted it in less than an hour."