Chapter 158 : Sichuan Girl Wanted a Transformation
Chapter 158: Sichuan Girl Wanted a Transformation
“Yuan Jie, Yuan Jie, forget it. Old Mo didn’t mean it, don’t lower yourself to his level. That’s just a toy—you can’t kill him with it. Why don’t you just kick him twice instead?”
“Yeah, yeah, Yuan Jie, or maybe use the cue stick to hit him? That way your hands won’t hurt.”
Inside the living room, on the sofa—
Miss Yuan had one foot on Lin Mo’s back, both hands holding a gun against his forehead, her little face flushed with anger.
What did he mean by saying she was already at her limit? She’d always thought of herself as a child—her figure hadn’t even developed yet! And now this guy was saying this is my maximum potential?
As for Wang Chu and Sichuan Girl, although their mouths were trying to stop her, neither of them actually moved. Sichuan Girl even handed Miss Yuan a cue stick.
Turns out, two traitors had emerged among them.
“Yuan Jie, I’ve been wronged! I really did my best! It’s not that I didn’t want to draw it—it’s that I really couldn’t imagine the kind of figure you wanted!” Lin Mo lay flat on the sofa, shouting his innocence.
He had accidentally blurted out the truth earlier, stepping squarely into Miss Yuan’s minefield.
But what could he do? His ability only allowed him to draw what a person looked like as a child or as an adult. She was asking him to draw something she didn’t even have. How could he possibly do that?
Fair skin and a beautiful face—sure, no problem. But long legs and curves? Impossible. Even if he aged Miss Yuan to sixty, it wouldn’t turn out that way. She probably wouldn’t even have any sagging by then.
Of course, these thoughts could only stay in his head. If he said them aloud, he might not survive the day.
“What do you mean you can’t imagine it? I think you’re just perfunctory! And even if I don’t have it now, that doesn’t mean I won’t have it in the future. Don’t you know what dreams are?” Miss Yuan stomped hard on his back.
Lin Mo rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, “There’s a difference between dreams and delusions, okay?”
“What did you just mumble? Say it louder!” Miss Yuan shouted.
Startled, Lin Mo shook his head quickly. “No, no! I said, Yuan Jie, your dream will definitely come true someday! It’s not that I don’t want to draw—it’s that I’m not skilled enough yet!”
“Hmph.”
Hearing that, Miss Yuan finally took her foot off him and put away her toy gun. Lin Mo took the chance to sit up, while Sichuan Girl took the shotgun to examine it. She found that although it was just a toy, it could actually fire—soft shells that ejected the casings.
Then she pointed it at her pants, trying to figure out how the thing was hidden—but of course, her experiment led nowhere.
Miss Yuan took a deep breath and looked at Lin Mo. “I still don’t believe you. Unless...”
An hour later, the three of them were staring at their own sketches—what they looked like as children and as adults—each lost in thought, faces full of disbelief.
Their adult sketches didn’t look too different from how they looked now, since Lin Mo had chosen to draw them ten years into the future.
Sichuan Girl barely changed—her delicate features still had that slightly androgynous charm. As for what Li Shiya would look like ten years later, he couldn’t draw that—makeup was a factor, after all.
Miss Yuan’s face was still loli-like, though a little more mature. But she still looked just as carefree as ever.
Wang Chu, on the other hand, had changed noticeably. In Lin Mo’s sketch, ten years later his face was rounder, his head bigger by a whole size.
As for their childhood versions, judging by their stunned expressions, it was clear how accurately he’d drawn them.
“You brat… since when did you have this kind of artistic talent? We’ve been in the same dorm for over three years and you never mentioned you could do this!” Sichuan Girl said in disbelief.
Unlike Miss Yuan, she was certain Lin Mo had never seen her childhood photos. Which meant he really drew them based solely on their current faces.
Wang Chu had a similar expression. “Exactly! You’ve been hiding this from us? And why does my head get bigger in ten years? Explain that!”
Miss Yuan, however, seemed quite pleased with her future portrait—at least it didn’t change much. “That’s obvious—you’ll be over thirty and putting on weight, Big-Head Wang!”
“But seriously, who would’ve thought? Your Peppa Pig drawing was hideous, but your sketches are amazing! Why didn’t you go study art?
Also, if you can draw childhood and future versions, why can’t you draw the present? I think you’re messing with me!”
Faced with Miss Yuan’s suspicion, Lin Mo didn’t know how to explain. What was he supposed to say—that his teacher hadn’t taught him that?
“Different focus areas. Live sketching isn’t really my strength,” Lin Mo replied vaguely.
“Tch. Still, gotta admit, this is pretty awesome. You can actually draw what someone looks like when they grow up—and it’s accurate, too. Just not very practical,” Wang Chu said in awe.
Sichuan Girl, however, said, “How’s that not useful? I think Old Mo would make a great police sketch artist—he could help catch criminals. That’s amazing!”
“I think he’d be even better at helping families find missing children. That’s basically a miracle skill! These days, police have surveillance footage anyway,” Miss Yuan analyzed.
At that, Sichuan Girl’s eyes lit up. “That’s an idea! Old Mo, you want to give it a try?”
Lin Mo shook his head. “Forget it. It’s not like I do this professionally. Even if I wanted to, why would anyone believe me? Besides, I can’t do this every day—I still have a life, you know.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help families, but it was too difficult. Even if he could draw what a missing child might look like now, the odds of actually finding them were low.
“What if I try it? You could draw occasionally, and I could post the content. That way you’re helping people, and I’m gaining views—win-win!” Sichuan Girl said, intrigued.
Lin Mo blinked. “Aren’t you a cross-dressing influencer? What, giving up on your Li Shiya persona already?”
“Hey, I’ve hit a creative bottleneck lately. My popularity’s fine, but I can’t rely on just one style forever, right? Online fame doesn’t last long—especially for someone like me. I’ve got to diversify a bit!” Sichuan Girl grinned.
If she could successfully transition, that’d be great. Even if not, a bit more exposure never hurt.
“Sure, go ahead and try. It’s no big deal for me—I just have to draw a bit,” Lin Mo agreed.
For one thing, Sichuan Girl had nearly a million followers—her influence was significant. For another, he didn’t have to show his face, and it didn’t take much effort anyway. So there was no reason to refuse.
“Then you’d better work hard! If this blows up, I’ll get you sponsorships. Don’t worry, I’ve got connections,” Miss Yuan said, patting Sichuan Girl on the shoulder with a smile.
“Huh? Really?” Sichuan Girl was surprised—she hadn’t expected a bonus opportunity.
Hearing that, Lin Mo laughed. “Don’t underestimate her! Let me formally introduce the person standing before you—my former company’s undisputed monthly sales champion. Her family connections run deep, and even the manager wouldn’t dare mess with her. She only worked there for fun—a low-key rich second-generation heiress experiencing normal life.
Under the manager, she’s unbeatable. Above the manager, it’s one-in, one-out. The true bloodline successor of the Yuan family—Yuan Meng!”
Hearing that, Sichuan Girl immediately bowed. “Sichuan Drifter, lost half a life, yet today I finally—”
Miss Yuan: “Get lost!”
Sichuan Girl: “…”
Why didn’t she follow the script?!