You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

"..."

Jiang Che stared at the small plaster block in his hand, whose original appearance was no longer discernible, and his expression became quite subtle.

"puff."

Suppressed laughter came from the side.

Jiang Che turned his head away expressionlessly.

Su Qinghe immediately pursed her lips and pretended nothing had happened, but her crescent-shaped eyes betrayed her.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and the paintbrush in her hand almost poked the table.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Che asked.

"No, no." Su Qinghe quickly waved her hand, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face. "I just think... well... it's quite rare that even the dignified young master Jiang has things he's not good at."

Seeing her gloating little expression, Jiang Che couldn't help but reach out and gently poke her waist.

Su Qinghe was ticklish and reflexively shrank to the side, almost dropping the Sage in her hand.

"Hey, stop fooling around!"

She protected the plaster doll in her hands and glared at Jiang Che.

Then he leaned over and examined the Jetpack in Jiang Che's hand for a while.

"A-Che".

"Um?"

"Don't you think...his face looks a bit like a panda's?"

Jiang Che looked down at the Jetwind that he had painted in patches of white and gray.

They really do look very similar.

Su Qinghe reached out and took the Jiefeng from his hand, carefully wiped away some of the excess paint with a tissue, then dipped it in white paint again, and continued to laugh as she touched up Jiang Che's colors.

"How come you're so clumsy? You're usually pretty fast at playing games, aren't you?"

Jiang Che leaned back in his chair, watching Su Qinghe carefully modifying his plaster statue with her head down. A few strands of hair fell from her ears, gleaming softly under the light.

Her fingertips moved lightly and steadily across the pristine white plaster surface.

Jiang Che suddenly realized that watching her paint was much more interesting than painting himself.

Su Qinghe noticed his gaze and looked up to meet his eyes.

Why are you looking at me like that?

"nice."

Su Qinghe's face flushed slightly. She lowered her head and continued applying color, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness, "You're so glib."

Soon, Su Qinghe had repaired all the parts of the Jiefeng that Jiang Che had ruined.

She handed the cleaned-up plaster doll back to Jiang Che.

"Here, I've repainted the base color for you. You can handle the details yourself."

Jiang Che took it and picked up the black liner pen to begin outlining the shape of Jiefeng's eyes.

It's drawn crookedly.

Describe it again.

It's crooked again.

Jiang Che remained silent for two seconds, then turned to look at Su Qinghe, who was coloring the Sage's portrait beside him.

The sages under her command are already taking shape.

Jiang Che simply put his Jetpack and drawing pen on the table, resigned to his fate: "I'm not drawing anymore."

"Huh?" Su Qinghe looked up.

Jiang Che moved his chair closer to her with a self-righteous air, and then rested his head on her shoulder as if it were perfectly natural.

"Draw it for me after you finish drawing it."

Su Qinghe was both amused and exasperated by his shameless behavior.

"Who was it that just said at the door that everyone should draw one?"

"I meant I'd pick one and you'd draw one," Jiang Che said, unfazed by the misinterpretation of their previous conversation.

Su Qinghe had no choice but to sigh resignedly and accept the task he had temporarily assigned her.

Who could blame her when he was the one she loved?

For the next half hour or so, Jiang Che leaned on Su Qinghe's shoulder and watched her work with both hands simultaneously.

After finishing a detail, the sage set it aside to dry, then picked up Jetwind to outline the eyes.

The two colors were switched back and forth with such skill that other customers in the shop couldn't help but glance over.

Two girls sitting at the opposite table whispered to each other, "Look how well that girl draws."

"Her boyfriend is so clingy, he keeps leaning on her shoulder."

"It's so sweet..."

Su Qinghe, with her sharp ears, overheard these two sentences, and her face flushed red again.

But she didn't push Jiang Che away; she just slightly adjusted her posture to make him more comfortable.

When the two plaster dolls were finished and placed on the table, even the boss couldn't help but come over for a look.

The two small plaster casts placed side by side look surprisingly good together.

Su Qinghe picked up her phone and took several photos with satisfaction.

"What's next?" Jiang Che stood up and stretched his shoulders.

Su Qinghe's gaze swept around the shop and finally landed on a long table in the corner covered with colorful beads.

"Let's make Perler beads!"

The so-called Perler beads are made by arranging small plastic beads of various colors on a template according to a pattern, then heating them with an iron to melt and glue the beads together to form a shape.

This is much simpler than drawing plaster casts.

At least that's what Jiang Che thought.

He asked for a black baseboard, intending to create a simple pattern.

Su Qinghe took a heart-shaped template and prepared to assemble a small pendant.

Jiang Che's idea was to spell out a simple letter "S" to represent the first letter of Su Qinghe's name.

This pattern only requires beads of one color and can be done in a maximum of ten minutes.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Che stared at the crooked, irregularly shaped cluster of beads on the template, which couldn't even be considered a letter outline, and fell into a deep self-doubt.

He looked up and glanced at Su Qinghe's progress.

She had already filled one-third of the heart-shaped template, with alternating light pink and white colors, neat edges, and a clean color scheme.

Her fingers moved quickly between the bead box and the template, pressing each bead into the groove with light and precise movements.

Jiang Che felt like he had been crushed.

He silently poured all the beads from his template back into the box and started arranging them on the baseboard again.

This time he chose a simpler target.

A heart.

It uses only two colors, red and white, with a red heart in the center and a white border around it.

Surely this can't possibly backfire, right?

Fifteen minutes later.

Jiang Che handed the iron to Su Qinghe, indicating that he would not interfere with this step.

Su Qinghe took the iron, looked at Jiang Che's heart-shaped pattern with its uneven edges, suppressed a laugh, laid a layer of ironing paper on the surface, and then carefully pressed the iron on.

A soft sizzling sound.

The plastic beads melt under heat and stick together.

Su Qinghe flipped the formed heart-shaped pendant over, heated the back as well, and then set it aside to cool.

"Actually, it's quite pretty." She examined the crooked heart with a sincere expression. "It has a special feeling about it."

"How does it feel?"

"Ugly-cute."

"..."

Jiang Che's craftsmanship was publicly criticized by his girlfriend.

Next, the two made cream-colored phone cases.

Jiang Che has finally gotten the hang of this project.

Applying cream glue doesn't require very precise techniques. Just squeeze a dollop onto the phone case, spread it with a spatula, and then press the decorations on top.

Su Qinghe made herself a light pink and white dress, adorned with a few dried flowers and small pearls.

Jiang Che attached a row of emoji decorations to the back of her phone case, including a panda head, a dog head, and a thumbs-up emoji.

Su Qinghe looked at the finished product and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Don't you have some kind of aesthetic problem?"

"No, it's adorable." Jiang Che pointed to the dog's head giving a thumbs-up. "Doesn't it look like I'm praising you for doing a good job?"

Su Qinghe couldn't argue with him, so she could only laugh and curse, saying that this dog's head was just like hers.