dognovel Chapter 56: The Depressed Genius Female Painter Finds Inspiration by Painting Mecha in Her Manor
Chapter 56: The Depressed Genius Female Painter Finds Inspiration by Painting Mecha in Her Manor
Lin Xian stood on the hoverboard, looking at the girl in front of him whose hair looked like a bird's nest.
Her casual remark, "It will explode in three hundred years," stunned even the well-informed Zhong Xiaoai standing next to her.
Zhong Xiaoai pushed up her slipped gold-rimmed glasses and stared intently at the energy circuit on the girl's drawing board.
Lin Xian yawned and casually pulled a piece of mutated strawberry-flavored chewing gum from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
It's not worth worrying about things three hundred years from now. By then, my ashes will have weathered away, so let it explode if it wants.
The girl was taken aback by this irresponsible remark, and a hint of surprise flashed in her previously blank eyes.
Her name is Bai Qianqian, and she is the genius concept designer hired by the escape film crew at great expense.
In Hollywood's science fiction circles, one of her mecha concept art pieces can sell for a staggering million dollars.
The relentless exploitation by capital and the constant pressure to produce manuscripts caused her to develop severe depression.
Her inspiration dried up completely; for six whole months she couldn't draw a single smooth line and had to rely on a lot of pills to maintain her sleep every day.
The crew members ran faster than rabbits, and no one paid any attention to this marginalized person huddled in the corner, lost in thought.
Bai Qianqian held her paintbrush and looked up at the sky above the manor.
The ten dark matter star destroyers, which blotted out the sky, were silently hovering on the tarmac.
The streamlined, cold armor and the anti-gravity engine shimmering with a ghostly blue light represent the ultimate industrial aesthetics that no human brain could ever imagine.
In the distance, in the orchard, several nuclear-powered excavators that had just finished plowing the land were still parked on the ridges of the fields.
The rugged metal tracks paired with the imposing titanium alloy bucket exude a captivating cyberpunk heavy metal vibe.
Bai Qianqian felt as if a long-dormant string in her mind had suddenly snapped.
Like a flood bursting its banks, countless wild ideas surged through her neurons.
Her wrists began to tremble uncontrollably, not from fear, but from the creative desire deep within her soul being completely ignited.
Bai Qianqian sat cross-legged on the floor of the white marble square, completely unconcerned that her white shirt was covered in dust.
The charcoal pencil made a rapid scratching sound on the drawing board, so fast that it almost left afterimages.
She was like a madwoman who hadn't eaten for ten or fifteen days, greedily capturing every detail of the technological creations in the manor.
Zhong Xiaoai peeked at her from behind, and her breathing instantly became erratic.
The drawing board not only perfectly replicated the appearance of the Star Destroyer, but also used artistic lines to optimize the hydrodynamics of those rigid gun barrels.
Tang Wu also ran over in her slippers and squatted down, her eyes glued to the ground.
The paint scheme for the mecha shell she drew perfectly solved the problem of uneven heat dissipation from the plasma tail flame!
These two top-notch science fanatics willingly bowed down before the painting that perfectly blended art and science.
Lin Xian lowered his hoverboard, put his hands in the pockets of his floral shorts, and slowly strolled over to watch the excitement.
Bai Qianqian had just finished the last stroke of her brush. She was panting heavily, and two blushes appeared on her pale cheeks.
She looked up at Lin Xian, her eyes no longer empty and lifeless, but shining like two stars.
Boss, the design of these machines is too crude; it's a complete waste of resources!
Bai Qianqian raised her drawing board and pointed to a Star Destroyer that had been modified into a Dark Elf paint scheme.
A true interstellar warship should possess this kind of artistic soul. You let me stay, and I'll modify the blueprints for you for free!
Her previously suppressed heart was filled with despair for the world, but now all that remained was a fervent passion for these giant iron lumps.
Staying here means you don't have to put up with the producers' attitudes or deal with those disgusting drinking parties hosted by investors.
Even the sky above her head felt free, and this sense of relaxation was more effective than any antidepressant she had ever taken.
Lin Xian stroked his chin, looking at the cool mecha paint job on the drawing board. It was indeed much more pleasing to the eye than the tin box he had just casually made.
Alright, there's plenty of free time in the manor anyway, so from now on you'll be the chief exterior designer for this special zone.
I only have one request: don't paint my beach chair too fancy, it will interfere with my sunbathing.
When Bai Qianqian heard this promise, which sounded as casual as if she were buying groceries, her nose tingled, and tears streamed down her face, falling onto the back of her hand.
She nodded vigorously and tossed aside the opened bottles of antidepressants in her hand.
Su Qinghan walked over in high heels and gracefully handed Bai Qianqian a wet wipe.
Welcome to the Azure Water Divine Kingdom. From now on, your paintbrush will only serve this sky.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran, two aspiring members of a girl group, also came over to join in the fun, pulling Bai Qianqian aside to discuss the design of their stage costumes.
Zhou Bapi and his security team watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused, thinking to themselves that Master Lin had picked up another precious gem.
The geniuses that others can't hire even for a fortune are destined to just paint agricultural mechs for us.
Ma Hualong tapped his palm with the stun gun, feeling that there were more and more hidden talents and promising young masters in this manor.
Bai Qianqian quickly got into work mode, and she moved into the room next to the underground laboratory with her drawing board.
Over the next few days, the atmosphere in the manor underwent a dramatic transformation.
She painted a flowing silver metallic robe pattern on the mechanical sweeping monk that was responsible for sweeping fallen leaves.
What was originally a cold, unyielding metal shell now exudes the air of a cyber-enlightened high-ranking monk under the sunlight.
She even redesigned the doghouse of the big yellow dog at the village entrance into a hemispherical space capsule with a constant temperature system.
The big yellow dog rolls around in the space capsule every day with a bone in its mouth, and it even goes outside to pee less often.
Lin Xian lay on a rocking chair in the backyard, drinking the iced black tea that Helen had just brewed.
Looking at the brand-new equipment, he felt that the money he spent on the little girl's meals was worthwhile.
Bai Qianqian sat on the grass in the distance, her paintbrush gliding rapidly across the tablet.
Her severe social anxiety and depression symptoms were cured without treatment, thanks to sleeping in until she naturally woke up every day and indulging in mutated delicacies.
Every day, besides painting, I would go to the orchard to pick two mutated apples and eat them. The collagen in my face visibly returned.
Mu Qingxue placed a purchasing list on the table next to Lin Xian and casually mentioned it.
Several big European directors called offering high salaries to poach Bai Qianqian, but I immediately blocked them.
Lin Xian didn't even turn his head, but instead bit the ice cube in his mouth, making a crunching sound.
Tell them that if they dare to poach my employees again, I will delete all the negatives of the terrible movies their company makes.
Mu Qingxue smiled, knowing that her boss's protective nature had never changed.
Bai Qianqian was intently designing a cherry blossom paint scheme for Xia Anran's pink Star Destroyer.
She wanted to use a pale pink energy loop to create a holographic effect of cherry blossoms fluttering in the air when the warship was activated.
She had just finished rendering the last bit of lighting and shadow effects and saved the file with satisfaction.
She stretched and stood up, intending to go to the kitchen to ask Yan Guhong for a piece of jujube paste cake to tide her over.
Just as she passed through the constant-temperature corridor, Bai Qianqian suddenly stopped.
She turned to look at the spacious walk-in closet at the end of the corridor.
The door to the walk-in closet was ajar, and faint sobbing could be heard coming from inside.
Bai Qianqian walked over quietly and peeked through the crack in the door.
Xia Anran was sitting in front of the huge holographic full-length mirror, holding a delicate little comb in her hand.
She was wearing a sky-blue dress, and her face, which always wore a sweet smile, was now streaked with two lines of tears.
Xia Anran looked at herself in the mirror. Her nose was red and her eyes were brimming with tears of grievance that she couldn't hold back.
She sighed deeply, put down the comb, and rested her face in her hands, like a rabbit whose carrot had been stolen.
Bai Qianqian was a little at a loss; she wasn't very good at handling these kinds of social situations where she had to comfort someone.
Just as she was hesitating whether to go in and hand her a tissue.
Liu Rushuang, dressed in a black security guard uniform and carrying an electric baton, happened to be patrolling by.
The female swordsman looked at Xia Anran crying through the crack in the door and tightened her grip on the stun gun.
Who bullied our manor's grocery shopping manager? I'll go and chop him up!
Liu Rushuang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a fierce, protective aura.
Hearing the noise, Xia Anran quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and turned her head in a panic.
Her almond-shaped eyes were red like a rabbit's as she looked at the two people outside the door and shook her head repeatedly.
Nobody is bullying me, I just feel so useless.
Xia Anran bit her lip, and tears began to fall uncontrollably again.
Sister Qinghan can help Brother Xian manage the accounts, while Sister Xiao Ai and Sister Tang Wu can invent things.
Even the newcomer Qianqian can draw mecha, and Sister Youran and Sister Yiyi can sing.
But all I can do is buy some groceries and make Xian Ge's bed. I can't help with anything else. Xian Ge will definitely look down on me in the future.
Hearing these words filled with anxiety about appearance and ability, Bai Qianqian couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
The women in this manor have all reached new heights of sophistication; even making beds and grocery shopping seem less impressive.
Liu Rushuang walked in and awkwardly patted Xia Anran on the shoulder.
You were the first person the boss brought back to the manor. If anyone dares to look down on you, I'll be the first to object.
Xia Anran sniffed, looking at her pure but somewhat ordinary face in the mirror.
But yesterday when I went out to buy groceries, I heard people in town say that the eldest granddaughter of that century-old family in Shanghai is coming to propose marriage to Brother Xian.
I heard she's not only incredibly beautiful, but also holds two doctorates from Harvard. How can I possibly compare to her?
Xia Anran became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and she lay on the dressing table, crying so hard that her shoulders were shaking.
Bai Qianqian touched her chin and walked to the mirror to carefully examine the girl next door.
Anran, do you believe that my paintbrush can transform you into a queen that makes men all over the world unable to take their eyes off you?
Xia Anran raised her tear-filled face and looked at the top designer with a blank expression.
Liu Rushuang also put away the stun gun, thinking that instead of crying here, she should make some practical changes.
The three girls whispered among themselves in the walk-in closet, beginning a secret makeover plan.
On the other side, Lin Xian was lying in the yard, unable to sleep because of the mutated parrot's off-key Russian.
He sat up, scratched his head, and planned to ask Xia Anran for a glass of chilled juice to cool down.
Lin Xian, wearing flip-flops, strolled leisurely to the door of the dressing room.
He was about to push the door open when the heavy mahogany door opened from the inside by itself.
Bai Qianqian and Liu Rushuang stood out on either side of her, like two female bodyguards.
Lin Xian paused for a moment, his gaze passing over their shoulders and landing on the girl inside who had just finished getting her hair and makeup done.
His hand holding the empty cup suddenly stopped, and even his breath paused for a moment.