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Chapter 263: Masterpiece

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Zhang Zian squatted down and lifted up a corner of the cotton cloth covering the birdcage to check the status of the two red-headed lovebirds. Fina narrowed its eyes to look at him. When he rested assured that they were fine and put down the cotton cloth, he sensed that someone was looking at him, but when he raised his head, Fina turned away its gaze, pretending it was just looking around at the environment. Seeing that, Ting Ying felt enlightened, as if she had understood something that was inexplicable. Worrying that she would forget that feeling, she started to imitate Fina without thinking too much. She narrowed her eyes like Fina did, and she didn't look at people with her head straight as usual. Instead, she tilted her head by 45 degrees and looked askance at Luo Qingyu. When Luo Qingyu looked back at her, she straightened up her face and turned away shyly.

Luo Qingyu was surprised, with his mouth slightly opened. What did he see in that moment? It was like the Tsundere character in the anime had come from the screen to real life!

”Just like that!” He threw away the rolls of newspaper he used as a microphone, took over the single-lens reflex camera from one club member, and shot a few photos quickly.

He lowered his head to check out the photos on the LCD screen on the camera.

On the screen, he saw that Ting Ying wasn't looking at the camera lens. She was gazing at something in the distance. Her cheeks were blushed, her mouth was opened a little bit, like she was whispering, ”I care about you very much, but I just don't look at you.”

Better still, Fina was also in the back area of these photos. Ting Ying and Fina were looking in opposite directions, like they had some tacit agreement, and even their Tsundere expressions looked the same. They had made perfect compositions in these photos! Ting Ying was in the front, and looked taller and real, while Fina was in the back, and looked smaller and unreal.

He was especially satisfied with one of the photos, where a little bit of the sky was seen on the upper right side, and pigeons were about to fly from the cross of the church, making the perfect composition even more perfect because the contrast of stillness and motion was added. As for the colors—the cat was golden, the sky was pure blue, the pigeons were white, the wall of the church was red, the steps were grey, the waterfall-like hair, skirt and stockings of Ting Ying were black, and her breasts were absolutely shining…so the colors and shades were matched perfectly. It was a photo that was almost impossible to replicate. After adequate photoshop touch-up, it could be the masterpiece of his life as an amateur photographer!

Luo Qingyu was so excited that his hands were shaking. He might know little about photography, and he might not be qualified enough to be considered a photographer, but he could tell what a good photo was. In the past, he was envious of the photos shot by someone else on the internet, and he imagined that someday he could also shoot an amazing picture and make a name for himself, and then lots of beautiful girls would beg him to take photos for them, or even invite him to take nude photos for them so that they could keep their young and beautiful bodies in their memories.

Obviously, this was the picture he had been dreaming of, and the picture that could lead him to success.

He took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his shaking hands. The most important thing was to make more copies of this photo in case the SD card broke—though it didn't happen often, he had heard of such tragedies from time to time. Digital products were delicate, and once damaged, the photos in the SD card would probably be gone, and it would be difficult to recover those photos.

He sent the photos via Wifi to his cell phone, stored them in the Cloud Drive, and felt relieved, finally.

He raised his head and noticed that his club members were staring at him with strange looks.

”What?” he asked confusingly and touched his face. Nothing was on his face.

He looked at Zhang Zian, who had retreated 20 meters away from him, and stared at him with concern.

”President Luo, your smile just now was so disgusting...” one of his classmates and club members got emboldened and said.

Luo Qingyu felt strange, ”Did I smile? How come I didn't know that?”

”You did smile,” said the club member, and other club members nodded to agree with him, ”If you don't believe me, I happened to take photos of you. Would you like to take a look?”

”Show them to me.” Luo Qingyu went to take over another single-lens reflex camera from the club member and reviewed the pictures on the LCD screen.

To be honest, that photo was shot in the perfect timing. In that photo, Luo Qingyu was focusing on the camera in his hand, and showing a very satisfied and creepy smile. With a little bit of photoshop, it could become a meme on the internet.