Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 121: Using the Teacher

Alia Wright was unaware of this minor incident.

She actually didn’t have much impression of Rose Taylor. Reborn in this life, Alia was very clear about what she needed to do and wouldn’t pay much attention to inconsequential people and matters.

Recently, with her teacher’s help, the second round of her competition entries had basically been decided.

The second round of the national painting exhibition involved painting live on the spot with no constraints on subject matter or the, allowing for personal creativity.

Many people would start preparing very early, even one or two years in advance.

But Alia Wright prepared just one week ahead...

No matter which teacher’s student was so casual, they would likely be scolded severely.

However, Robert Reed knew that for his student, there wouldn’t be much progress in terms of painting skills in a short period; she just needed to feel at ease.

These past few days, Robert Reed talked more about life and stories with the Wright family.

He gave Alia Wright a calming pill.

As soon as Alia appeared, Robert Reed greeted, "Little disciple, today I am going to a birthday party for an old geezer, so I won’t keep an eye on you. Feel free to paint whatever you like."

Alia asked casually, "Who is it?"

"Matt Rowe."

Alia’s expression slightly stiffened.

Matt Rowe, a famous contemporary writer, was renowned in literary circles as a sharp pen.

His words always pierced straight to the heart.

In the previous life, when the Allen family was in trouble and her father was at his wits’ end, he sought Matt Rowe’s help. If Matt Rowe were willing to assist, he could have incisively revealed the truth to the public.

But because they had no personal connection with Matt Rowe, he refused.

Alia had always wanted to befriend Matt Rowe to prepare in case of future need, but she never got the chance.

Now, she quietly said, "Teacher, can I go with you?"

Robert Reed was surprised, "Don’t you dislike these social gatherings? That old geezer is rigid and cold-blooded; you might not like him."

"Teacher, I really like Old Rowe’s works. I want to go and have a look, is that okay?"

Robert Reed was genuinely kind to Alia Wright, his student.

It was rare for his disciple to have sothing she wanted to do, so he agreed with a smile, "Okay, if you want to go, I’ll take you with . Bringing my only student along gives that old geezer so face."

Alia lowered her head, not daring to look at Robert Reed.

The teacher was too good to her, and she couldn’t deserve such kindness.

She used her teacher to get close to Matt Rowe.

She knew that Matt Bennett would have a near-miss with a heart attack at his 60th birthday party.

In her previous life, despite studying traditional Chinese dicine for so long, she couldn’t save herself from cancer but she could handle ergency situations.

Robert Reed took Alia Wright to Matt Rowe’s birthday party.

It was held at a farm. It was said that Matt Rowe usually lived there, cultivating flowers and fishing, and he hadn’t invited many people this ti either.

Looking at this remote place, Alia finally understood why Matt Rowe had almost had an accident in the previous life; it was probably because it was too remote to rush to a hospital in ti.

As soon as Robert Reed led Alia over, an old man in a traditional Chinese tunic appeared.

Frowning with dissatisfaction, he said, "Robert Reed, why are you so late? I was waiting to fish with you. Did you think you were just coming here to have a al?"

Robert Reed retorted unceremoniously, "You old geezer, all you know is fishing, and it’s not even late. I even brought my student today; that’s enough face for you."

Called an old geezer, Matt Rowe wasn’t angry.

It was clear that these two old n had a great relationship.

One was a master in the painting world, and the other held a high position in the literary world.

In usual tis, neither would ntion the other outside, so most people didn’t know they had been privately acquainted for decades.

Alia Wright didn’t know before either.

But now she knew.

Matt Rowe glanced at Alia from head to toe without giving any comnt.

He just grabbed Robert Reed and walked away, "Hurry up. We’re only waiting for you, and the bait is mixed and ready."

Robert Reed staggered from being pulled, cursed "damn old man" again, but still followed.

Not forgetting to instruct Alia Wright, "Little disciple, if you’re bored, feel free to wander around."

Alia replied softly, "I’m not bored, I’ll go fishing with my teacher."

Robert Reed looked smugly at Matt Rowe, "See that? How’s my student? She’s not only talented and hardworking but also very respectful to her teachers."

Alia followed quietly behind.

She couldn’t help but clench her fist, feeling she was indeed hypocritical.

She wanted to follow because she wasn’t sure what ti Matt Bennett would fall ill today.

Reborn, Alia could act without hesitation when it ca to her plans.

But when those plans involved people who were good to her, things started to change.

Alia felt her scheming was like a sharp blade, stabbing her over and over as she navigated without betraying any emotions.

But she still proceeded with it.

At the side of the pond on the farm, several old n were already waiting.

"Old Reed, you’re finally here. Matt refused to start without you; we’ve been waiting for ages. You should be penalized."

Robert Reed, panting, said, "You old guys always latch onto a mistake. I’ll treat you all to dinner later, and I’ll drink three glasses as punishnt, okay?"

"Fine, you said it yourself. Not one glass less. Co on, those marked spots are prepped with bait. Choose one."

Aside from writing, Matt Rowe only loved fishing and had lots of fishing gear.

As Robert Reed went over, he handed Alia a set too.

Matt Rowe frowned as his fishing gear wasn’t for just anyone to touch.

But seeing how much Robert Reed treasured this student, he didn’t say anything.

Alia took a set of fishing gear, walked to a fishing spot, and started baiting and casting like they did.

Alia had never fished before, but she mimicked them so well that the old n thought she had fished before, so no one taught her anything.

Next, Alia quietly waited.

Robert Reed and the others occasionally murmured a few words.

Most fisherfolk knew to keep the environnt quiet, refrain from speaking loudly, and minimize movent, with every action carried out gently.

Few young people liked fishing, often because they lacked patience and couldn’t calm their minds.

But Alia was too quiet, so much so that the old n couldn’t help but glance at her a few more tis.

Soon, Alia’s side had a fish hooked.

Not knowing what to do, she directly pulled the rod and reeled in, but her movents were too large, and the fish escaped the hook, leaving her with nothing.

The surrounding old n frowned at this.

Matt Rowe whispered to Robert Reed, "Your student doesn’t seem to know how to fish at all."

Robert Reed’s eyes widened, "So what if she doesn’t know how to fish? Who said she has to know? As long as she’s happy, let her play!"

Robert Reed had always felt that Alia’s life lacked hobbies and desires. It was rare for her to be willing to accompany him for a walk, to fish, so what if she didn’t know how!

Unable to argue with Robert Reed, Matt Rowe snorted, "I’m too lazy to argue with you. Don’t scare away my fish."

Robert Reed smiled and comforted Alia Wright, "It’s okay, whether you catch a fish or not doesn’t matter as long as you have fun."

Alia felt a sudden pang of pain inside.