Chapter 249 Two Choices
The sudden interruption disrupted Luann's creative thoughts.
She looked at the boy and smiled lightly, "I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of drawing. Could you please wait for a while?"
She had just started, and her artwork on the drawing board still had no form yet.
The boy pouted, feeling displeased.
He really wanted to impress Professor Ross and show off his abilities so that Professor Ross would notice him and maybe even accept him as a student.
"I've seen you here for half a day, and you haven't accomplished anything. Why are you wasting this space?"
"Our professor is about to move, so just make way for him."
The boy spoke in a rude tone.
Luann furrowed her delicate eyebrows, "At least there should be a rule of first come, first served."
The boy rolled his eyes.
"Tsk, do you think this park belongs to your family?
"This is a public place, anyone can use it!
"Could you please not be so selfish?"
He pointed his hand in the distance.
"Do you see that person?
"That's our college professor, Mr. Ross.
"You must have heard of his famous name, right?
"We are the best art school on the Upper West Side, the place where many art students are eager to get into.
"I see you are young, probably also attending college like me, right?
"I am an adult, so, I won't argue with you.
"Hurry up, make some space for him, and I'll have a word with Professor Ross on your behalf. Maybe I can help pave the way for you in the future!"
Before Luann could speak, Myron stood up from the chair nearby.
He walked quickly over and grabbed the boy's hand and flung it away.
"Ouch!"
The boy was angry and about to curse, but he found the man in front of him ugly with a sinister aura. He took several steps back in fear and hit his back against a tree trunk.
"Oh my god!
"Where did this ugly freak come from?"
Luann, who had remained calm throughout, heard this and a layer of cold frost instantly appeared on her beautiful face.
"If you want this place, have your Professor Ross come and negotiate with me in person."
The boy gritted his teeth.
"You! You don't know what's good for you!"
Myron looked at the boy coldly and said slowly, "If you don't want your tongue, I don't mind helping you cut it off."
The boy suddenly covered his mouth, shocked and terrified.
People with such an ugly appearance usually have twisted hearts and might actually do something cruel like that.
He dared not say another word and quickly retreated.
"Hey, that girl looks good!"
"Yeah, her temperament is great."
"Alright, are you here to see Professor Ross's work or to look at the girl?" a male voice sounded.
"Heh heh, Lionel is right, senior Lionel."
"We can't compare with senior Lionel, both the Curtis family and White Family's daughters like him, so he naturally isn't interested in other girls."
Lionel, who was called senior, was surrounded by everyone. He had a slightly green and clean look, wearing a white shirt, a handsome young man.
"Stop bullshitting, we are just friends."
Just as everyone was about to gossip some more, they saw the boy rushing back in a panic.
"Shanzhi, how did it go? Did they agree to move?"
Joel shook his head.
"Are you kidding? Didn't you mention Professor Ross's name?"
"Hey, I did, but they didn't care at all. It seems like they don't even know who Professor Ross is..."
"No way, there are people who don't recognize Professor Ross?"
At this moment, Professor Ross was putting his pen back into the pen holder, coughing lightly, "Alright, what are you all mumbling about over there?"
Joel immediately hurried to Ross's side and said, "Professor, I think that place over there is nice. Should we move there?"
Before Ross could respond, Lionel frowned and spoke up.
"There are already people occupying that spot, right?"
"It seems like she hasn't finished painting yet, it wouldn't be nice for us to go over there recklessly."
Joel shrugged lightly.
"What's the harm?"
"Our Professor Ross is someone, he's been on the global art rankings for three, four years!"
Professor Ross pushed his glasses and a hint of pride flickered in his eyes, but he said, "Oh, just the fiftieth place, no need to put on airs."
Joel flattered, "Wow, Professor Ross, you're really humble!"
Everyone chimed in, "Exactly."
"Professor Ross, the global art rankings are about to start again this year, and you're creating this piece to bring glory to our Upper West Side.
"What difference will it make if others make some room?
"Is everyone in agreement?"
Joel's words immediately gained the approval of everyone present.
Professor Ross looked helpless as if he had been pushed onto a high platform and couldn't come down.
"Well...okay then.
"Since you're all so insistent, I can't refute your kindness."
Lionel spoke up softly, "Professor, I don't think this is a good idea."
"If this gets out in the future, people will think we're bullying our colleagues..."
Joel glanced sideways at Lionel.
"Who would spread it? If we don't say anything, who would know?"
Professor Ross cleared his throat, "Alright, alright, stop arguing. Let's just go over and paint."
The group immediately sprang into action, some helping Professor Ross with tools, others carrying his easel, almost to the point of carrying him.
They walked behind Luann and looked at her painting, which showed nothing discernible.
"Hey, move aside."
"Hey, can you make some room for us?"
Luann looked at the group in front of her, with a hint of coldness in her expression.
"How many of you are here to paint?"
"Isn't this big enough for all of you to paint?"
Beside Luann, there was definitely enough space for three or four people to paint side by side.
Clearly, these people were just bored and wanted to flatter ‘this’ Professor Ross.
They found her to be an obstruction here.
Joel peeked his head out from behind Professor Ross and said with a smile, "I told you, this park is for everyone to share, not just for you."
Professor Ross pushed his glasses and reached out his hand toward Luann.
"Excuse me, nice to meet you, my name is..."
"I'm not interested in your name," Luann interrupted coldly, "All I know is that you and your people have repeatedly disturbed my creation."
Professor Ross's gaze swept lightly over Luann's painting board, and a touch of disdain flashed in his eyes.
‘Huh.
‘What kind of crap is this painting?
‘Not much skill.
‘And a bad temper too!’
Myron stepped forward and embraced Luann.
His aura spread like a devil rapidly, carrying a chilling and murderous intent.
"I'll give you two options.
"One, get the hell out of here.
"Two, get out of the park."
