Chapter 190: with translation of chapter title

Soon they arrived backstage of the lecture hall, where several teachers from the Art School were already standing at the entrance.

Professor Yu was also among them; upon seeing a few people approach, they immediately smiled and stepped forward, speaking amiably: "Miss Mu, thank you for making the special trip."

"Professor Yu, you're too kind; being able to come to C University and share painting insights with everyone, I'm also honored."

Mu Youyu responded politely, her every gesture showing no trace of awkwardness, only the composed calm of someone accustomed to grand occasions.

Yu Ling stepped to the side, thoughtfully twisting open the cap of a nearby bottled water, then cheerfully handed it to her, saying, "Great god, drink some water to wet your throat, don't be nervous—just stand there and you'll be the sea‑stabilizing divine needle, your aura fully unleashed!"

Mu Youyu was amused by her, reached out to take the bottle, felt the cool surface with her fingertips, took a light sip, then turned her face and winked at Yu Ling, saying, "I'm not nervous."

Painting was naturally her passion; sharing insights was just a matter of course, nothing to be nervous about.

Backstage was briefly tidied up.

When the time came, the murmuring inside the lecture hall gradually faded, and everyone's gaze focused on the entrance at the front of the stage.

Professor Yu was the first to walk onto the stage, adjusted the microphone, and with a gentle gaze swept over the packed lecture hall below—even the aisles and rear open space had many people standing.

He smiled, his voice projecting through the speaker: "Welcome everyone to today's art lecture; today we are especially honored to have invited a special guest to give a talk——"

He knew everyone here already knew the guest's identity, yet he deliberately paused, seeing many eyes in the audience light up instantly, then satisfiedly introduced everyone: "He is the closed‑door disciple of Master Lin Tingsong, the creator of *When Rain Falls at the Fingertips*, Yue Shu, and Mu Youyu, a student in Class A, Grade 10 of Lan Lin High School—let's welcome Mu Youyu!"

As his words fell, applause and cheers rose; many students resembling fans sprang to their feet, eyes brimming with excitement.

"Goddess, I specially rushed over just to see you! I love your paintings so much!"

"Great god, can you produce a few more works? And when will the manga have a few more volumes?"

"Yue Shu great god, can't you release the manga more often than once a month? I can't wait—waaah waaah waaah waaah waaah!"

"Welcome, Yue Shu great god! We'll listen to anything you say!"

Amid this wave of enthusiasm, Mu Youyu walked steadily toward the center of the podium.

The light followed her, outlining a hazy halo around her.

She wore a simple short‑sleeved shirt, her brown hair pulled up high, with bangs falling over her forehead, revealing a slender neck.

Mu Youyu stood before the microphone, lifted her light‑colored eyes, gazed at the dark crowd below, and her clear voice rang out through the mic: "Hello everyone, I am Mu Youyu, also Yue Shu."

Her confident smile and poise held no trace of stage fright, instantly capturing the audience's attention.

The scattered sounds completely died away, leaving only low murmurs of amazement.

Nanran also joined in the applause, her gaze toward the girl on stage full of approval.

Mu Youyu had long noticed Jiang Liangjin seated in the middle of the first row directly ahead.

Seeing him change seats—no longer sitting left of Nanran—a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, then her lips curved into a faint smile.

Jiang Liangjin slightly raised his hand, making a cheering gesture.

Many people noticed the pair's small gestures.

Within a few seconds, it sparked another round of enthusiastic applause, and low‑volume discussion rose again.

A friend asked Nanran, "Are they exchanging feelings through glances?"

Nanran, eating ice cream, replied, "I think so; I recall these two also have a childhood betrothal."

She heard it from her older female cousin Yan Yuejiu!

After the applause subsided slightly, Mu Youyu began to speak, sharing her everyday artistic composition thoughts and the inspiration and insights behind creating *When Rain Falls at the Fingertips*, her tone gentle and her points clear.

After she finished speaking, a while passed before the audience finally began to murmur.

"What are you saying! No need for line drafts—just compose directly with colored pens?"

"That sounds easy; I've got it—please, Yue Shu great great, let *When Rain Falls at the Fingertips* be updated daily instead of every thirty days—I'm not being greedy!"

"You're overthinking it—just because the great god draws well doesn't mean they can churn out updates; quality matters most, don't be too greedy! … But … great god, could you speed up just a little? Just a little."

Jiang Liangjin sat in the front row, taking in her earnest sharing completely, not sparing a single extra glance for anyone else.

Uncle Mo beside him could not sit still, subtly turning sideways to try to find something to say: "A Jin, I just said picking this front‑row seat was fine—you can see and hear much more clearly!"

Listening closely, one could still hear a hint of pride in his tone.

"Hmm." Jiang Liangjin wasn't really listening, just gave a slight nod, his gaze still not shifting, his tone light, as if he had no desire to say more to him.

Uncle Mo obviously wouldn't let him have his way; seeing his response, he immediately seized the moment to bring up the suggestion he'd mentioned countless times: "How's your consideration? Come to our C University, go straight into the youth class, bypass the regular procedure, pick any major you like, and enjoy a continuous bachelor‑master‑doctorate track!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liangjin finally tilted his head slightly, his tone calm: "Uncle Mo, I'm only in tenth grade."

"What's wrong with being in tenth grade?"

Professor Mo wore an expression saying "This is no problem at all," and said, "The college entrance exam is so arduous and exhausting, the pressure so great—you yourself are outstanding, have won many competition gold medals, and already have recommendation‑based admission! Come straight to our C University, don't endure this pressure."

Enter university earlier, start researching your interests sooner—how wonderful!

Jiang Liangjin's brow rose slightly, as if he found the remark somewhat funny, and he countered: "Pressure? Who would pressure me?"

His family also never pushes him to study, and the environment at Lan Lin is already loose and free—where would any pressure come from?

Professor Mo's expression froze slightly; yeah, pressure? Where would those two words even come from?

Before him, the youth leaned back leisurely in his seat, his brow and eyes revealing an aura that could only be cultivated under ample protection.

Jiang Liangjin draws confidence from the Jiang and Shen families as well as his own self.

The so‑called 'single‑plank bridge over a river of ten thousand troops' of the college entrance exam, to him, is probably just a low fence that can be crossed or not; lacking interest, he can simply go around it.

Naturally, no one would put pressure on him.

Uncle Mo stared, then realized, gave an embarrassed laugh, and said, "…You're right."

He let out a soft sigh, no longer dwelling on the matter, his gaze shifting to the radiant Mu Youyu on stage, and another thought immediately sprang to mind.

Let's go look for Ah Yu later!

If we can recruit this genius painting girl into C University's Art School, why worry that Jiang Liangjin won't follow? It's practically a buy‑one‑get‑one‑free deal!

Uncle Mo thought of something, his eyes lighting up.

No, above Mu Youyu there are also her two famous brother‑complex older brothers, Mu Xi and Song Lujing; both are now in twelfth grade and have both received recommendation‑based admission from top institutes.

They are extremely likely to choose the same university for their sister's sake, so then we could recruit them all together!

Isn't that just buy one, get three?

Mo Shushu's mouth curled with a wicked smile.

Thinking further, Mu Youyu is Master Lin Tingsong's inner disciple, cherished as dearly as the pupil of an eye; only in the past few days has he been willing to reveal his identity.

If his beloved disciple were to come to C University, wouldn't there be a chance……to have Master Lin Tingsong hold a nominal position or give a lecture? Even if he only occasionally came to give a lecture, that would be an incredible art resource!

No, no, thinking bigger, we could poach Master Lin Tingsong into C University's Art School as a professor!

If we count it that way, wouldn't it become buy one, get four?

He really is a little clever!

Mo Shushu seemed to already see academic achievements and enrollment targets beckoning to him, and he couldn't help giving himself a thumbs-up in his heart for his cleverness.