Everyone snatched the waste paper thrown away by Chu Li like a treasure.

Even Zhao Meng'er looked stupid, "Grandpa, why do you say they are like this, isn't it just a painting, what's the big deal." ”

"Hehe, you're still young. These are a group of calligraphy and painting nerds, they have seen a lot of high-quality works, but they can snatch Sun Xiaoge's essay paintings like this, it must be because Sun Xiaoge's paintings are first-class works. ”

"Is that an exaggeration? Zhao Meng'er muttered.

In fact, what Zhao Lao said is not an exaggeration at all, this is still a very normal statement.

Even Donald, if it weren't for the sake of face, he would have to grab it from others.

After three or five minutes, Chu Li put down the pen, "This painting is done." ”

More than a dozen pairs of eyes rushed over to stare at it, and even Zhang An stood on tiptoe from a high position, eager to pick up this group of people and come to the front.

"It's true, the two paintings are exactly the same. ”

"It's just a few minutes, and it's a good product!"

"Sure enough, it's this little brother, your work, dare to ask the little brother, where did you learn from?"

Everyone turned their minds of concern from Tang Lao to Chu Li. Donald lost his attention and became angry, but there was nothing he could do.

From his own point of view, he also affirmed that this painting is indeed exactly the same as the one in his collection.

Even some of the details are seamless.

If you want to say that it's not the same person, you can't say it anymore.

If this is true, Donald has indeed made a big oolong.

The baby that I snatched by all means turned out to be someone else's essay, or the essay of such a young man!

"My teacher was my mother. ”

Chu Li recalled that when he was a child, he didn't want to learn to paint, and when he was beaten by his mother with a bamboo stick, it was really miserable.

"Since this little brother is so capable, does he have the ability to turn decay into magic?" said Donald.

"Do I have, don't you know?"

Chu Li smiled faintly, almost choking Donald to death.

"A true master is one who can create oneself and assist in creation. Why don't you try it, little brother of the master?" suggested Donald.

"Absolutely. Chu Li nodded and looked at Zhao Meng'er, Zhao Meng'er was alarmed, "What do you want to do?"

Chu Li smiled, "I remember that you also learned to paint in college." ”

"I want you to take care of it!" Zhao Meng'er didn't have a good breath.

"Then I happen to be your master, so I'll teach you this too. ”

Zhao Meng'er was also angry when she heard it. Just because he just said that her master was not Chu Li, but a teacher in the university, did he even have to bully her about drawing?

"Meng'er, Brother Sun has said so, then you can sacrifice your ugliness and throw bricks and jade. Zhao Lao said.

"Okay, just draw. See how I fix you. ”

Zhao Meng'er showed a mischievous evil smile, squeezed next to Chu Li, and deliberately squeezed him into a corner with her body. Chu Li was laughed at by this little girl's childish behavior.

I saw Zhao Meng'er holding a pen and doing nonsense on the drawing paper.

Chu Li was also casually spending just now, but there are rules in the mess, and there should be a lot of them, full of charm. But when it comes to Zhao Meng'er, the effect is completely different.

This messy brush is simply unsightly, and the spectators shake their heads again and again, isn't this a waste of paper and ink?

"Alright, I'm done!"

Zhao Meng'er put down the pen casually and looked at her "masterpiece" quite proudly.

If such a work is brought to school, I am afraid that Zhao Meng'er will not want to graduate in this life.

"What are you painting here?" Chu Li also felt a little too miserable to see.

"Monkey, can't you see it? Aren't you a master? Why are you so stupid? ”

Before Zhao Meng'er said the monkey, no one present recognized it as a monkey.

If you want to say that this is a monkey, it must be a genetic mutation, a breed pioneered by Zhao Meng'er.

However, Chu Li didn't ask much, picked up the pen, only glanced at the painting, and began to write.

Zhang Yumei was quite surprised, "Big brother, is this okay?"

She didn't know how to draw, but she also understood that Chu Li's approach was very amazing.

"Of course not, I haven't seen anyone who can turn such an ugly painting into a good work. At most, I can barely see it. Just now he didn't even look at the painting and started to change it, which is really a taboo in calligraphy and painting. Zhang An shook his head.

Chu Li's every move today really shocked Zhang An's three views.

Zhang An never thought that there would be a person like Chu Li.

As an old stubborn, Zhang An's first reaction was to reject it and deny its existence.

It was an outlier and he couldn't possibly believe it.

"Let's take a look first. Zhang Yumei didn't deny it in a hurry, but just mentioned it lightly.

She turned her face to see that Zhang An's eyes and thoughts were really on Chu Li again.

But when he looked at it, the painting was already complete.

It's going to take three or three minutes just now, and it's going to be done in a minute?!

But when you look at this painting roughly, you don't see anything.

"What the hell is this?"

"It's just getting messier and messier, just like a child's graffiti. Make no mistake. ”

"Compared to the painting just now, the whole thing is heaven and earth. ”

Everyone shook their heads.

"Hehehe, little brother is not more annoyed, your painting skills are not fake, it can be said to be very good, but painting saints, painting immortals, can turn decay into magic. is worthy of respect and admiration. ”

Donald was sarcastic, and he was not happy in his heart.

If you want to be in the limelight at his party, have you asked him if he?

Chu Li didn't have too many mood swings, and nodded in agreement, "What Donald said makes some sense. It just so happens that I haven't finished painting yet, so you'll give me another review later?"

"What's so good about it. ”

"If I don't paint well, I will give Donald what he wants, then if I paint well, I will give me what I want, how about it?"

Chu Li said this coldly, and Tang Lao sneered, "Boy, your wishful thinking is really loud, you can get benefits from me, what can I get from you?"

Is that comparable?

"Donald, if you don't mind, I'll make Dr. Sun's bet. What you want, I give. Zhang Yumei stood up and said.

Tang Lao was taken aback, "Director Zhang, this can't be helped." ”

"Donald, you can also ask for my things. Zhao Lao also echoed.

Seeing that Zhao Lao had come forward, Tang Lao was sweating profusely, "I can't help it, Zhao Lao, I'm joking with young people, just bet." ”

Hearing this, Chu Li nodded with satisfaction, "Then I'll continue?"

The corners of Donald's mouth stiffened, "Then how long do you have to paint?" The guests were hungry and could not be delayed for a few minutes. ”

Chu Li smiled, "It didn't take long, just a second or two, I just need a favor from this original painter." ”

Zhao Meng'er pointed to the tip of her nose, "Me?"

"You still let her paint? She was originally painted like that, forget it, anyway, she can't draw well. Donald waved his hand, wanting Chu Li to recognize himself completely.

"Come here. ”

Chu Li beckoned, and Zhao Meng'er leaned over reluctantly, "What are you doing, I don't know how to draw." I really won't. ”

"It's okay, you take this and shake it. ”

Zhao Meng'er held the pen suspiciously, and really shook it forward, but she didn't expect that it was red ink spots that came out, and the ink just now had been replaced by red cinnabar by Chu Li.

There was little hope, after all, the painting had been ruined like this.

But as soon as the red dots blurred on the paper, one after another of astonishment erupted.

"This is actually "Hundred Monkeys"!"

"Look at the monkey above, it's alive, it's really like that!"

Chu Li didn't change the big ugly monkey that Zhao Meng'er drew at the beginning. Instead, she continued to outline on the basis of her lines, which could not be seen at first, but after the red embellishment, it became a red butt and red eyes, and the red fruit on the tree.

One by one, the little monkeys jumped on the whole paper, and the visitors seemed to have entered a monkey mountain in public, a few monkeys were napping, a few monkeys scratched lice for each other, and a few monkeys jumped up and down, becoming just like the real thing.

And the big ugly monkey that Zhao Meng'er painted before looks like a mountain up close, and has the outline of a monkey from a distance, as if it is a group of little monkeys enjoying themselves under the protection of the monkey god.

This painting, God!