Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 883 A Moment (2)

"There are no rules. Draw whatever you like." The yellow-haired girl pointed to the wall and said, "You can draw as big as you want, as long as you can finish it within the limited time."

"How do we tell the winner?" Emily asked.

The yellow-haired girl smiled with a proud and confident face, saying, "There is no doubt that who draws better will be the winner."

"Who can be the one to judge?" Emily asked again.

"The passengers." The yellow-haired girl pointed at the passers-by behind Emily. "The passengers can vote for the one they favor. The winner will be the one who gets more likes."

Ferne couldn't resist and interrupted her, "You guys come here a lot. How can we know whether the passengers are your accomplices?"

Joseph, who had already stood up, said impatiently, "Then you can choose to give up and leave now."

"Yeah, why do you waste your time joining in the competition? You don't even know how to draw, yet you're here to snatch our territory," the yellow-haired girl echoed.

"Your territory?" Ferne looked at the yellow-haired girl with disdain, "Big face bitch, do you think that this whole street is your property?"

The yellow-haired girl's smug smile immediately disappeared. "How did you just call me?"

"I called you a big face bitch. You're so fat, but you are still wearing such scanty clothes. Are you eager to show off your fat?" "Look at your obese waist. Tsk, I wonder what your family is like. Judging from your figure, you should at least have a cow for a meal, right?" Ferne scolded as he glanced at her stomach.

The yellow-haired girl trembled with anger. " ... You!"

"Cathy, don't even talk to him. We will definitely win this game," the girl with red hair comforted her.

Ferne patted Noah on the shoulder with much strength. Nobody knew what entertained him so much, but he laughed so hard that he could not stand up straight, "She is called Fatty Cathy! Fatty Cathy! When I was young, there was a little girl in kindergarten who was chubby and also called Fatty Cathy!"

The others completely did not understand his joke, and the scene was very awkward for a moment.

Noah held Ferne's chin with one hand, stopping his wretched laughter. However, Ferne's shoulders trembled as he laughed. Not long after, two lines of tears burst out.

All the others were awkward and stunned on the spot.

Jaquan couldn't help but slap him. "What's wrong with you? Why are you laughing so wildly?"

Ferne's mouth was covered and he couldn't speak. He just stared at Jaquan with tearful eyes, and soon his face twisted as his laughter grew wider.

Jaquan didn't know what to do.

Noah dragged Ferne to the wall. Just as he let go of Ferne, Ferne pulled Noah's arm as he was still laughing. He laughed so hard that he was kind of out of breath. "Noah, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to laugh to death. Please help me...

Fatty Cathy... Damn... I don't want to laugh anymore..."

Noah slapped him, raised his eyebrows and took a serious look at Ferne, "It seems that I've saved you."

"Fuck! Can't you be gentler?" Ferne stopped laughing immediately.

Noah pinched his chin, saying, "If you speak dirty words again, I'll pull out your teeth."

"Shouldn't you pull out my tongue? Why are you going to pull out my teeth?" Ferne asked, with confusion.

Noah took a deep breath, turned around and ignored him.

Emily and Cathy were already standing by a white wall. When the time came to ten o'clock, Joseph claimed, "Start!"

Cathy quickly picked up a pen and made a draft on the wall. She waved it very quickly. It was obvious that she always hung out

in the district. After a few lines of sketching out the picture she wanted to draw, she took the paint and began to spray it on the Tol

Emily, who was five meters away from Cathy, stood in front of the white wall in a daze. Ferne couldn't help but ask, "Emily, the game is on. Why don't you move?"

"Don't talk. She might still be thinking," Christy said as she tugged at him.

Somehow, Vincent had walked over and was standing behind Emily. As long as she turned around, she would be able to see him. However, Emily did not turn around. She just looked at the white wall in front of her. After quite a while, she left the first stroke on the wall.

The graffiti here was like a fast-food style painting, full of casual thoughts of freedom.

It not only represented the free feelings of the painters but also the mood of the painters while painting.

Emily started to draw slowly, but it was a very detailed painting. She first drew a road, followed by two mottled walls. Janessa looked at the painting on the wall and compared it with the wall next to her, then whispered to Emma, "She seems to be drawing this road."

"No, she is drawing a moment that happened before." Emma shook her head.

"Huh?" Janessa was confused at first, but when she saw Emily's next stroke, she suddenly understood.

Emily was drawing people, a lot of people.

Janessa, Vincent, Rex, Lord Top, Randy, Christy, and Trevor... All of their figures were depicted into small ones on the wall. Some of the figures only revealed the hem of their clothes, while others revealed half of their faces, but they all looked in one eligadtelan

On the opposite side stood Joseph and the others. They had colorful hair and a slightly arrogant style. Their clothes were all sloppy jackets. Cathy was next to Joseph in the painting, revealing her thick waist. There was a white diamond in the middle of her navel.

Joseph gave them an hour to draw, which was more than enough for the laid-back graffiti. Therefore, Cathy finished her own graffiti in less than half an hour. She felt that she was sure to win. After painting, she stood in front of her graffiti and asked the others to take various pictures of her.

Emily was surrounded by people, and the guards even covered the wall tightly with their bodies. Joseph and his friends could only see Emily drawing, and they could not see what exactly she was drawing at all.

"IT can allow you all to draw together, considering that you are going to lose anyway." Cathy probably felt that her victory was a sure thing, so she was very arrogant.

Hearing the voice, Ferne let out a very loud "tsk".

On the other side, Emily had just completed the sketch.

Actually, she really could not finish it on her own. She turned to look at Christy and Emma, asking, "Can I trouble you to paint

the clothes of your own characters?"

"Sure." Christy and Emma started to spray.

Emily was not very good at controlling paint. She took the paint and brush, filling in the details bit by bit. The necks, skin, faces, brows, and most importantly, eyes... all parts were carefully fulfilled. Everyone's eyes looked different, and the emotions conveyed in their eyes were also different. Janessa looked indifferent.

Christy was calm. Trevor's eyes were clear and bright. Emma was composed and Ferne was disdainful. Armando focused his eyes on Janessa, while Jaquan was staring in the direction of Emma with concern. Randy protected Lord Top to walk inside. And when their eyes met, a sweet glow spiashed.

As for Vincent...

He frowned slightly. He had dark eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips that were slightly pursed into a straight line. When he tilted his head, the curve of his lower jaw was smooth and perfect. Further down was his meticulously buttoned clothes, covering his sexy Adam's apple.

Emily put al! her attention into drawing, and this kind of attention almost reached a peak where she forgot herself when drawing Vincent. She would not be able to hear the voices of the outside world and would not be disturbed.

Therefore, Emily continued to draw when Joseph said loudly that the time was up for dozens of times.