Chapter 192: Provocation with Life

It was a story of a girl being encouraged by a man and being with the man.



In the next script, there was a short section of the two people getting along sweetly.



Later, someone came to the girl and said that she was the little lady who was lost by a big family.



The girl went back, and the man was the master of the family.



The man's mother threw a stack of photos on the table, saying that the girl hooked men. Her behavior
was disorder, and

she was not worthy of inheriting her grandfather's inheritance.



The girl was abandoned by everyone in the family, and her grandfather was very disappointed with the
girl.



At night, the girl found the man and told him that no matter what her identity was, she would always like
him. However, the

man was not moved.





The girl told him that even if she died, she would never forget him.



The girl left, and the man felt that something was wrong. When he found the girl, the girl had sunk
under the bathtub.



The man rescued the girl hurriedly, untied her clothes and gave her a heart resuscitation. At this
moment, the girl called for

help.



Everyone broke in and saw the man tearing apart the girl's clothes with bad intentions.



The man was driven out of the house by his grandfather, and the girl inherited most of the estate.



On the same rainy night, the man stood smoking under the tree, and the girl appeared holding an
umbrella.



The girl said that only the weak would rely on conspiracy in exchange for everything they wanted.





She said, "we both are weak.”



...As the story was written, everyone felt depressed.



In fact, the man had fallen in love with the girl unknowingly. Otherwise, he would not be fooled and fall
into the trap of her.



The story should end here.



When everyone was sighing, they saw Emily's slender fingers tapping on the keyboard again.



A car drove quickly, and the man looked at the car behind the girl with a gloomy expression.



Just when the car was about to hit the girl, the man rushed over and rescued her.



The rain fell on the man's head and wet his short hair. He smiled bitterly, "I lost completely.”





The girl stroked his face, smiled and said, "Yes, you lost."



The man let go of the girl and turned to leave.



Behind him, a sharp brake sounded, and the man turned his head and saw that the girl's body was like
a leaf in the wind,

covered with blood.



The rain stopped, the wind blew, and the leaves were flying.



With text: There would be no winner or loser in this game.



And the only thing I could do was to provoke you with my life when you loved me the most.



...No one thought that one day, they would wait for every word that appeared on the screen because
they were looking

forward to the ending of a story.





No one thought that in such a live game, they would be sad, heartache, and suffocated because of an
article written

temporarily!



In this game, no one would win, because they were brother and sister, and because they were all in
love.



From the very beginning, they were destined to lose.



The last conspiracy might be the only opportunity for the man to win, but he missed it actively.



He saved the girl, he lost everything.



But the girl also got what she wanted most at that moment.



His love, repressed love, was destined to be impossible to perfect love.





Thus, her life was complete.



She fulfilled him, but also provoked him.



It was he who gave her all the world, but it was also him who ruined everything about her.



From the moment she fell in love with her brother, she had lost her life and lived like a walking dead.



She didn't want to live long ago...



A girl couldn't help crying.



No one spoke, just watched quietly as Emily clicked the end button and left her seat with her keyboard.



She was originally the one who was the most backward. However, it was only about twenty minutes
from the beginning of

her hand on the keyboard to the end of the story.





Now, she was the first one to finish writing!



Before everyone had time to clean up their depressed mood, they were shocked by her speed again.



It turned out that she didn't write at the beginning because she was thinking about the story directly.



After thinking about the story, it was done in one go without any pause in the middle.



After a moment of stunned, the host immediately picked up the microphone and said, "The first
contestant has finished

the assessment. Come on."

The rest teams became anxious suddenly.



Time was also a key point in the number of ratings.



The first place was to add points, and then, to the sixth place, it was to deduct points.





Suddenly, the atmosphere in the venue began to become serious again.



But Emily no longer paid any attention, and left the venue without looking back.



She didn't even look at him...



Henry turned his head, staring at the direction she was leaving, pursing his thin lips.



Assistant Vince said immediately, "Mr. Henry, this team seems to be in the Class 1 of the design major
of Bentson



University in 2018. It is called...the September Drawing Club.”



"Yeah." Henry nodded and looked back.



Sitting next to him was the representative of the Jackson Group, Wendy.





Wendy faced Henry with her perfect profile face, and smiled at him, "This script is written in detail. But it
seems too

complicated, isn't?"



Henry didn't speak. Wendy said again, "From the script to the final draft. It needs wonderful draws,
marking and coloring.”



“The script is too complicated, and the painter will definitely encounter a lot of difficulties when drawing.
She is good at

writing the story, but she did not take into account the situation of other teammates in the team.”



The female assistant next to Wendy said immediately, "To put it bluntly, it is a personal heroism, only to
show her own

talents, regardless of the difficulties of her teammates.”



Because the script was really a bit complicated, everyone wrote just one or two fragments, and Emily
wrote a complete



story.



One chapter could have up to fifty or sixty frames. Looking at her story, if the comprehension ability of
the main painter was

not good, the story could only be finished in the sixty frames.



Others just wrote a short story of one or two fragments, and could be drawn in about 30 frames.



With this calculation, when the main painter drew in the afternoon, they had already lost on the starting
line just in time.



If the drawing couldn't be finished within the stipulated time, then the final draft would not be finished.



At most, it could only be regarded as a semi-finished product.



Comparing a semi-finished product with someone else's finished product, how could it win?





Emily could be regarded as selfish. Now it seemed to be wonderful. By the afternoon, their main painter
would be

desperate.



"I don't think so." Vince smiled and said, "I heard that this team has a powerful painter. He is the main
painter."



"Drawing sixty frames in three hours is almost equivalent to two chapters in other people's cartoons. It
is still such a

complicated picture, even if he is skillful, it may not be possible to draw it.”



“Amara, don't guess what hasn't happened yet,’ Wendy said calmly.



"Yes, Miss Wendy." Amara sat up straight and said no more.



Wendy thought Henry would take the initiative to greet her. No men could refuse a beautiful, generous
and elegant girl.





However, Henry only looked at the watch frequently and seemed a little impatient.



Was he impatient with such a beauty sitting next to him?



Finally, Wendy couldn't help taking the initiative to say, "Hello, I am..."



"The result is yours." Henry stood up suddenly, said to Vince. Then he turned around and left.



He actually left!



Wendy was dumbfounded, as if she was the one who was left behind!



Such a beautiful girl sitting next to him, he didn't even look at it. He didn't even mean to get acquainted.



Was the young master in the Sharp family blind?


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