"Ditto, support and scold the pig head three, we have endured him for a long time, if we can be at the scene, we would all want to beat this bastard thing directly, but unfortunately we are not at the scene, so we can only turn grief and anger into hope, my dearest teacher Liu!

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"You, huhu...... Are you kid scolding me? It's against you, isn't it?" In class, Wang Cancan's father was proud, and he didn't expect to be scolded by someone pointing at his nose when he turned his face, don't think he didn't see those parents below snickering, this bastard thing!

"Hey, the world is really big, you can understand human language, it's like you're going to become a refinement!"

"Poof......" "Mother, do you want to be so bad?" haha, I see that this fat pig is going to smoke now!"

"You deserve this bastard, but I really want to laugh when I listen to what our teacher Liu said, why do you say there are so many ways to scold people in this person's mouth?"

"Anyway, I feel very happy, this is called a policy and a countermeasure, when we encounter such a shameless thing, we can only be more shameless than him, isn't it?

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This kind of words that sound like hurtful people and don't like praise people, in fact, they are really praising Liu Zhiyuan, but I don't know what kind of feelings Liu Zhiyuan will make after seeing it.

"Don't give me this hard mouth, you bastard, if you really think that you can force me to turn around and leave with such an annoying move, then you are really wrong, boy, I have to see with my own eyes how embarrassed you are today, let everyone see what kind of goods this Wang Wei's parents are, anyway, my current thinking is that your family is a little liar!"

Wang Cancan's father's eyes were still staring, Liu Zhiyuan looked at this almost hysterical person, and shook his head for a while, "Sure enough, it's not my race, it's really tiring to communicate, forget it, don't chant with the pen, if you want to see jokes, then I can only say that you really came to the wrong place today." ”

Liu Zhiyuan didn't want to talk to people, and he didn't forget to say a word to himself.

Wang Cancan's father here wants to say a word back, but the problem now is that after Liu Zhiyuan finished speaking, he directly began to get busy, seeing that people have begun to pick up the pen and paint, Wang Cancan's father here just blocked the scolding words in his throat, and he can't go up or down, not to mention how angry he looks.

A group of people looked at him and wanted to laugh, but after laughing, everyone directly diverted their attention.

After all, there are really only a few places where a pig's head face can be seen, and the more important thing now is that Wang Wei's uncle is working on a new creation that looks awesome, okay?

Of course, this awesome is only for the time being, after all, this person seems to have a certain kind of momentum on his body that makes people feel extraordinary just by looking at it, maybe after he put down his phone and started to paint seriously?

Yes, this group of people is really not mistaken, the change in momentum on Liu Zhiyuan's body really started from putting down the mobile phone, after all, putting down the mobile phone on his side means that the exchange is completed, isn't it?

That's right, the intermediate painting skills, along with the skill of adding clock cards, if you really say that it costs a lot of prestige points to participate in a parent-child activity for this kid to participate in today, after all, it's just the prestige value of this exchange thing that makes him heartbroken.

But a man, whether small or big, face is indispensable, because for the sake of this face, he can exchange a little more!

Seeing that he is unrighteous and unrighteous towards this stinky little ghost, I just hope that this kid will not say anything to repay him after knowing his efforts, and he can no longer add oil and vinegar to his complaint in front of his senior sister!

But he just thought about it, the moment he held the pen in his hand, these things had been left behind by him.

There was nothing else that could be seen in a pair of torch-like eyes, only the paper and paint in front of him, and the only composition in his mind was the same as before.

Under his hands, the speed on the drawings was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and when they began to compose the picture, because they couldn't see exactly what this thing was, a group of parents on the side seemed to be still discussing, obviously maintaining a skeptical attitude about whether the painting that could be called a miracle was drawn by Liu Zhiyuan in a short period of time.

But waiting for Liu Zhiyuan to sketch more and more traces on the drawings, seeing that they were already coherent together, the skeptical eyes of everyone finally changed at this moment.

The wide-eyed people looked at the drawings at this moment, even if they were watching how the person in front of them painted, but how could those irrelevant lines already look like mountains and water like water under the outline of this person for a while?

Although it may seem strange to have such a thought at the moment, after all, the drawing has not yet begun to be colored, right?

Under normal circumstances, wouldn't it be colored, at the very least, to make people look lifelike? What's going on now?

But looking at a painting under Liu Zhiyuan in front of him now, no one knew how to explain this common sense, and the middle-aged man standing beside Liu Zhiyuan was already shocked and didn't know how many times he had looked at Liu Zhiyuan with that kind of non-human eye.

However, no matter what is being discussed outside, and no matter how many eyes fall on Liu Zhiyuan's body, this person always seems to be unaware, and he is intently silent in his painting world.

Seeing that the sketched graphics had begun to finish, Liu Zhiyuan began to neutralize the colors, all the colors could be adjusted, and those who had this intermediate painting skill knew more about this thing in their minds.

Everyone saw that Liu Zhiyuan directly transferred a row of simple watercolors of no more than seven pipes to more than 20 colors, and the number was still increasing, and everyone didn't know what kind of eyes to use to look at the strange thing, and even someone below whispered: "Do any of you remember which god this is now?"

Yes, it was they who were amazed just now, and they were the ones who doubted, but now that the truth is in front of them again, can they not be refreshed their understanding and ask such a question? What kind of eyes look at it is always strange, and even someone below whispered: "Do any of you remember which great god this is now?"

Yes, it was they who were amazed just now, and they were the ones who doubted, but now that the truth is in front of them again, can they not be refreshed their understanding and ask such a question?