Chapter 2115: Slapped in the Face

Standing beside the old professor was a student.

He immediately stepped forward and spoke for the old professor: "Can you look or not? If you can't look, then leave, don't disturb others!"

Wang Zi was furious and wanted to say more.

But Jiang Mobai stopped him.

Wang Zi turned his head and said to Jiang Mobai indignantly: "No way, I can't swallow this insult!"

"I can't swallow it either, so I'm going to use my 'money power'."

Huh?

Could it be...

Wang Zi made a guess in his heart.

Then he saw Jiang Mobai pointing at the photograph, saying ostentatiously: "I'm buying this photo! From now on, you all can just talk eloquently about the reproduction!"

Jiang Mobai's throwing money around instead made the other party laugh.

That student said with a mocking face: "Even if you want to buy it, the person has to be willing to sell it to you!"

"That's right, this photographer has great taste and definitely wouldn't deign to sell their work to someone like you who doesn't understand anything!"

"Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, we're calling the Security Guard!"

The students became more and more aggressive as they spoke, and some even really started calling for the Security Guard.

As for the old professor, he didn't speak again; he just watched the situation brew step by step like an outsider.

At this moment, a staff member walked over.

The students were just about to complain to the staff member, but they discovered...

The staff member actually took the photo down directly!

What is this situation?

Everyone was stunned.

One student even asked: "Everything was fine, why take the photo down?"

"Mr. Qingkong said he wants to give the photo to this gentleman."

As he spoke, the staff member handed the removed photo to Jiang Mobai.

Jiang Mobai also looked completely out of the loop.

Thinking about how he had just said he wanted to buy the photo...

Jiang Mobai asked: "Is your Mr. Qingkong so well-informed?"

"Uh... for the specific situation, please speak with Mr. Qingkong in person."

"That's no problem, but where is he?"

The staff member smiled and pointed to the side.

Jiang Mobai looked in the direction the other party pointed...

He saw the young man who had just retorted to the old professor nodding at him.

So?

He is Qingkong?

Then things just got interesting!

Jiang Mobai suppressed his laughter and asked: "Mr. Qingkong?"

"Yes."

"So you are Mr. Qingkong; this is truly a coincidence. Since it is the gentleman's kindness, then I will accept it without declining!"

After Jiang Mobai finished speaking with a pretentious air, he glanced sideways at those students and the professor.

He saw that their expressions were quite spectacular.

One by one, their faces looked as if they were constipated.

And Jiang Mobai, fearing these people weren't uncomfortable enough, asked Qingkong again: "When you were shooting this, did you really have so many thoughts?"

"No, I didn't think about the preciousness of life, nor did I think about the passage of time; I just simply thought it looked nice to see birds flying overhead."

"Nice? Oh my, then our thoughts really do coincide."

After Jiang Mobai finished speaking, he smiled and said to the old professor: "This is the explanation from the photographer himself; it must have some credibility, right?"

The old professor was extremely embarrassed.

His old face turned red and then white.

Jiang Mobai had originally wanted to take the opportunity to mock them a bit more, but upon noticing Qingkong leaving, he abandoned the thought and followed him instead.

Once the two of them left, the old professor raised his head gloomily, his eyes looking resentfully at the figures of the two.

Jiang Mobai chased after them for a while, then called out: "Hey, please wait a moment!"

Hearing this, Qingkong stopped his steps.

Then he turned around and asked: "Is there something else?"

"Although I am a layman, I am very interested in photography; I wonder if I could receive your guidance?"

After hearing Jiang Mobai's words, Qingkong did not respond immediately, but looked him up and down.

This person looks very familiar.

His eyes rolled, and Qingkong said with certainty: "You are the person in Su Kexuan's phone."

Phone?

Su Kexuan?

Jiang Mobai was stunned for a moment, then he stared at Qingkong with a guarded expression and questioned him: "How have you seen Su Kexuan's phone? Are you very close to her!"

"Close? Not really, she and I are collaborators. But she showed me your photo; the photo was distorted, yet she didn't delete it."

Even if it's distorted, I won't delete it...

Does this mean something?

Jiang Mobai couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.

But thinking that he still needed a favor from someone at this moment, Jiang Mobai quickly put on the brakes.

With a light cough, Jiang Mobai returned to the main topic: "I've known her for a long time; it's perfectly normal for her to have my photos."

"Oh."

"Then... has she ever mentioned me? Oh, my name is Jiang Mobai."

"She hasn't."

Seeing Qingkong deny it so decisively, Jiang Mobai grew a bit anxious.

He clicked his tongue and urged, "Think carefully, what if she mentioned me occasionally!"

"I rarely have the chance to meet Su Kexuan, and when we do communicate, we only talk about work. Naturally, I am very clear that she has never mentioned you."

Since Qingkong had said as much, Jiang Mobai couldn't very well insist further.

It felt as if he were being wishful.

Jiang Mobai changed the subject: "I'm not the type to take advantage of others. As long as you can give me a few pointers on photography, I will certainly return the favor!"

"I don't need you to return the favor."

"Oh, don't speak so definitively. I can help with your food, clothing, housing, and transportation, your career development, and even your social interactions!"

Jiang Mobai wasn't bragging.

He really could be of help.

But the conditions Jiang Mobai proposed did not move Qingkong.

Instead, he asked, "Why are you pestering me? What is your purpose?"

"Hey, there's no purpose at all; I just genuinely admire you."

After saying this, Jiang Mobai revealed a sincere smile.

But what he was met with was Qingkong's direct, unblinking stare.

Qingkong didn't speak either, just stared at Jiang Mobai.

Soon, Jiang Mobai couldn't keep smiling.

He rolled his eyes and said with some irritation, "Fine, fine, I just want to find a common topic with Su Kexuan!"

"Understanding my work will give you a common topic with her?"

"Not necessarily, but there's hope."

After hearing this, Qingkong observed Jiang Mobai once more.

Jiang Mobai had really had enough!

He frowned and shouted, "No, what is wrong with you? Why do you always stare at people like that?!"

"Be my model."

Qingkong's request was quite out of the blue.

Jiang Mobai was stunned.

For Qingkong, he wouldn't just invite anyone to be a model.

And the reason he felt Jiang Mobai looked familiar was because he had previously seen Jiang Mobai's interviews and photos, leaving him with a slight impression.

Now that they had communicated, Qingkong suddenly had the desire to photograph him.

"Mr. Jiang, what do you think?"

Qingkong was urging Jiang Mobai to give an answer.

Jiang Mobai came back to his senses and said, "Sure, after my injury heals, I'll..."

"No need to wait for the injury to heal; we can do it now."

Now?

Jiang Mobai looked down at himself and then asked, "Do you want to photograph me on crutches?"

"Is that not allowed?"

"It's allowed, but I don't think it's necessary."

"But I think it is very necessary."