The students around were stunned.

Zhou Wen actually agreed?

"Senior Ning Fei's painting skills are very superb, even the art teacher has praised him, this student actually dares to compare painting with Ning Fei?"

"I seem to have seen him just now learning the basic skills of painting, and now he wants to compare painting with Ning Fei, is it stupid?"

"I think he just can't swallow this breath, so he agreed to be angry, and it will look good later!"

Everyone gossiped, and no one was optimistic about Zhou Wen.

Many people have seen Zhou Wen just now, and he is learning those penmanship.

After learning penmanship, you still need to practice a lot in order to achieve some results.

Chen Yuexi and Yang Dan were also a little worried.

Although Zhou Wen's penmanship is very fast, according to his speed, he will be able to draw good paintings after a while.

But compared to Ning Fei, they felt that it was still a little far behind.

Ning Fei didn't expect Zhou Wen to agree directly, he was a little surprised.

"Are you sure you want to say yes?" Ning Fei said in disbelief.

"What, do you think I'm playing monkey when I say this?" Zhou Wen said lightly.

Ning Fei's face suddenly changed.

Zhou Wen made it clear that he was a monkey.

I can't bear it anymore!

Ning Fei sneered and said, "Since you dare to agree, then don't blame me." ”

The door to the studio was pushed open again.

A female teacher walked in slowly.

She looked to be about thirty years old, wearing a casual suit and a pair of white high heels at her feet, highlighting her proud figure.

The place that should be warped is warped, and the place that should be collected is collected.

With a soft smile on his face, he looks very temperamental, revealing a dignified atmosphere.

Seeing this teacher walk in, everyone hurriedly said, "Hello Teacher Zhu!"

Ning Fei swept his gaze over this woman without a trace, and said politely, "Teacher Zhu is good." ”

The woman nodded and said, "What are you all doing here?"

"Zhou Wen, this teacher's name is Zhu Xialan, the instructor of our club, and the teacher of the School of Design and Art. Chen Yuexi introduced Zhou Wen on the side.

"Teacher Zhu, this student is going to join the painting club, I plan to teach him in the teaching test, and the students want to come and see it. Ning Fei said slowly.

Zhu Xialan looked at Zhou Wen with some confusion.

Seeing Chen Yuexi on the side, she immediately understood.

In the club, she has also heard about Ning Fei's pursuit of Chen Yuexi, and it is estimated that it was because of the incident caused by Chen Yuexi.

"Teacher Zhu, this student is going to try to draw with Ning Fei!"

"That's right! If he loses, he can't stay in this studio!"

"No one has any painting foundation at all, and they still want to win against Ning Fei, isn't that a dream!"

Everyone said.

Ning Fei was worried that Zhu Xialan would get in the way and stop the competition, so he immediately said: "Teacher Zhu, classmate Zhou Wen has already agreed to compete with me, and I have already told him, but he still agreed, you can't blame me." ”

Chen Yuexi originally planned to plead for mercy to avoid this competition, but as soon as Ning Fei said this, he blocked the road.

Zhu Xialan's attitude towards painting is very serious, she is not afraid of bad painting, so she hates those students who are not serious.

Hearing that Zhou Wen didn't even have any foundation, he still wanted to compete with Ning Fei.

What is this a painting for? Is it a joke?

Zhu Xialan was slightly angry, and her tone became sharp.

"Okay, you two will compete, I'll be the referee on the side!" Zhu Xialan said sharply.

Ning Fei's expression became proud, with Zhu Xialan as the referee, this competition was fair and just, even if Zhou Wen lost, there was nothing to say.

"Zhou Wen, get ready. Ning Fei sneered.

Zhou Wen looked calm, took off the dirty paper on the drawing board, and replaced it with a clean piece of drawing paper.

Of course, his paper is not the kind of imported cotton pulp paper with hundreds of yuan, just ordinary drawing paper.

Zhou Wen then opened a few liquid pigments and poured them into a plastic palette.

He buys canned liquid pigments, which can be used without mixing them with water.

The people around them shook their heads as they watched the two of them.

In comparison, Zhou Wen's movements were very jerky, not as skilled as Ning Fei, as if it was the first time he had touched these things.

Zhu Xialan, who was on the side, looked at this scene and suddenly felt a little angry in her heart.

Zhou Wen is like this, how can he compete with Ning Fei?

I don't even have the skills to grade colors, and I still want to paint?

She has already decided that she must let Zhou Wenming confess later, and painting is not something that can be drawn casually with a pen!

By this time, the two of them had already prepared everything.

Ning Fei's side, all high-end painting materials.

Zhou Wen's side, all ordinary painting materials.

The contrast is stark.

In this regard, Zhou Wen is already a little weaker.

"Teacher Zhu, please come up with the question. Ning Fei said politely.

Zhu Xialan was also very satisfied with Ning Fei's attitude, and said slowly: "Since Zhou Wen has no foundation in painting, you should copy it, the painting on the wall is a rose copy of Pierre Joseph Redund, you two can copy this painting." ”

Zhu Xialan pointed to a painting hanging on the wall of the studio.

The painting above depicts two yellow roses, surrounded by green leaves, as if a fragrance is about to come out of them.

"This painting seems to have been painted by Mr. Zhu himself, so it was hung in the studio. ”

"That's right, although this painting is simple, it is difficult to draw well, and I have copied it many times and I am not satisfied. ”

"It's a low level of difficulty, but it's also difficult for beginners. ”

The crowd whispered.

"Zhou Wen, if you find it difficult, you can bring it up. Zhu Xialan looked at Zhou Wendao.

She said this in the hope that Zhou Wen would retreat from the difficulty.

But Zhou Wen didn't seem to hear her words, and said nonchalantly: "Teacher, I can draw." ”

Zhu Xialan snorted in her heart, and her chest was a little undulating, which made her heart feel hot.

In her heart, Zhou Wen was already an arrogant student.

Ning Fei naturally had no opinion.

He thinks that he is definitely superior to Zhou Wen in painting.

"Zhou Wen, it's too late for you to quit now, we can go to other places to paint posters, there's no need for this. Chen Yuexi said anxiously.

Yang Dan also persuaded on the side.

None of them believed that Zhou Wen could win.

"Don't worry. Zhou Wen smiled.

He said as he toned the palette.

There are not many colors in this painting, mainly yellow and green.

Chen Yuexi and Yang Dan were a little helpless, but they couldn't persuade Zhou Wen, and they were ready to leave here with Zhou Wen as soon as they lost.

"The competition begins!" Zhu Xialan said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, Ning Fei immediately began to write.

The colors of his palette were already set in advance, so there was no need to bother at all.

His movements are very standard, using a pencil to make a draft, using a round-tip pen to color and a series of actions, which are dizzying and pleasing to the eye.

Zhu Xialan also nodded again and again on the side, very satisfied.

The students around him also showed appreciation.

On the other hand, Zhou Wen is still grading colors!

Ning Fei was already about to draw a rose!

"At this level, I dare to compete with Ning Fei, I really don't know how many catties and taels I have!"

"I think he gave up, that's why he's grinding here!"

"That's right, if you can't draw it, how embarrassing it is, when the tone is over, there will be a step down!"

The crowd scoffed.

Chen Yuexi and Yang Dan looked anxious, but at this time, they couldn't help much.

As time passed, a yellow rose appeared on Ning Fei's drawing paper.

Although it is still less charming than Zhu Xialan's copying works, they have their own merits.

At this time, Zhou Wen still didn't start writing.

Everyone waited a little impatiently.

"If you can't draw, admit defeat!"

"That's it!

Ning Fei glanced at Zhou Wen with disdain, and seeing that Zhou Wen hadn't drawn it yet, he stopped what he was doing.

"Zhou Wen, if you can't draw it, you can admit defeat, and I won't embarrass you. Ning Fei said with a smile.

Zhou Wen turned his head to look at him at this time: "When did I say that I couldn't draw it?"

"Then why haven't you started painting yet?" Ning Fei sneered.

"It's your business. Zhou Wen said with a smile.

Ning Fei's face froze, and the paintbrush in his hand accidentally clicked on the drawing paper, leaving a yellow dot behind.

This time, the whole picture is greatly discounted.

Everyone's faces changed, this yellow dot affects the effect of the work too much!

However, Ning Fei didn't have the slightest worry.

He slammed it all at once.

"Damn! I actually drew this ink blot into a falling petal!"

"This is too good! Originally, this painting was full of withering, but now it is even more perfect!"

The crowd exclaimed.

Zhu Xialan also showed surprise, she was very satisfied.

A painter should not only be able to copy, but also focus on imagination and creativity, and Ning Fei perfectly demonstrates his technique.

Ning Fei looked proud, and his pen was even faster.

At this time, Zhou Wencai slowly picked up the paintbrush and moved his gaze to the drawing paper.

"He's only starting to paint now?"

"Senior Ning Fei has already won! he definitely won't win!"

Everyone is too lazy to look at Zhou Wen's paintings, anyway, no matter how they paint, it is impossible to draw Ning Fei well.

At this time, Zhou Wen entered a state.

His ears could no longer hear the sounds around him, only his eyes were still moving and his hands were still moving.

His gaze fell on the painting on the wall, and the whole painting immediately came to his mind.

This is the intelligence bonus that the god-level suit gives him.

His intelligence is much higher than the others!

Scenes from the past crossed his mind.

If the rose is withering, then he has to paint that charm.

Suddenly, Zhou Wen suddenly started writing!

When the tip of the pen touches the paper, there is a soft rustling sound.

It's just that no one cares about Zhou Wen's movements, and their eyes are focused on Ning Fei's paintings.

"Damn! Zhou Wen, is this painting? This is cursive, right?"

Suddenly, one person was shocked.

Everyone hurriedly looked, Zhou Wen's movements were about to turn into an afterimage, and everyone couldn't see it clearly.

His speed has been extremely fast.

Three minutes later, Zhou Wen suddenly closed his pen.

Looking at the painting in front of him, Zhou Wen said softly: "I've finished painting." ”

The words fell, and everyone looked over.

When everyone saw the painting, everyone's faces changed.