The first heartbeat was when she suddenly confessed inexplicably to Fang Ming. In fact, she didn't know what was going on, and a Fang Ming suddenly popped out of her heart, and it became more and more profound in her heart, making her feel that she was completely in love with this boy, inexplicably, as if there was no reason.

The result was that God sent a ghost, she went to confess to Fang Ming after class, but she was rejected......

Now, it's the second time she's moved. When Chen Rou thought of this, she felt that her heart was beating faster, and her breathing was a little short.

Seeing that Fang Ming opened his mouth, he still didn't say anything, she urged again.

"Say it quickly, Fang Ming!"

Fang Ming glanced at Chen Rou speechlessly, not understanding why she was so excited to chase after herself now and ask, who painted the painting.

Nima, obviously it was a painting painted by Lao Tzu! But as soon as he said that he had painted it himself, she just wouldn't believe it.

"I really drew it...... Conscience of heaven and earth!"

"How could it be ......"

It's not that Chen Rou doesn't believe Fang Ming, but because in Chen Rou's opinion, this painting can only be painted in an hour at the earliest, and it has to be painted so vividly that it basically has to be carefully polished for several hours.

She and Fang Ming had only been here for less than half an hour, Fang Ming said that he had painted it, and she really couldn't believe it.

Unless this hand speed is against the sky!

"Cut, if you don't believe it, then I'll draw another sketch of you, you can see it. ”

Fang Ming saw that Chen Rou didn't believe that she painted it herself, and was a little helpless. In fact, he couldn't believe that such a realistic sketch was really drawn by him, if it weren't for the fact that he had signed in to advanced painting skills.

Since you don't believe it, let's draw another one.

Just now he painted Chen Rou looking back, as if she was smiling but not smiling, so let's draw her when she was angry.

Fang Ming's heart appeared in his heart that every time Chen Rou was angry and angry with him, but he was helpless against him, Fang Ming took a deep breath, and without saying a word, he just drew with a pen.

Because of the one he had just drawn, Fang Ming painted the same person again this time, the facial features outline is familiar with the road, and the painting will be faster.

More than ten minutes later.

Soon the second painting was completed.

"Well, look at it, how about this one. ”

Chen Rou had been standing behind Fang Ming just now, watching him paint.

As time slowly lengthened, Chen Rou was surprised to find that Fang Ming was indeed very different.

Fang Ming's painting is like a sketch of a character, lifting the pen is a boom, the speed is extremely fast, it seems that there is no need to think too much about it, it is completely based on feelings.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really couldn't believe that someone could paint such a complex portrait sketch in such a short time.

And, most importantly, quality.

This one, compared to the previous one, is almost comparable.

This painting captured the way she looked when she was angry, and when she saw it now, it was as if she saw her own angry face, and she couldn't help but want to laugh.

She was almost certain now that both of these paintings were painted by Fang Ming!

"Fang Ming, you are too powerful, I have studied sketching for so many years, and I am not as good at painting as you!"

Thinking that Fang Ming can sing, play basketball, kung fu, cooking, racing, and even the piano, and now he has mastered a new skill - drawing!

Oh my God, what kind of demonic existence this is!

No wonder I feel inexplicable, that is, I like him in the dark, so it seems that I am not a loss.

Thinking of this, Chen Rou blushed slightly.

"I confiscated these two paintings!"

These two paintings were painted by Fang Ming himself, and Chen Rou quickly took them away after finding an excuse and took them for herself!

Fang Ming's own paintings, of course, are preserved by himself, and it is only right!

Fang Ming originally painted Chen Rou, and it was nothing if she took it away.

......

After a hurried morning, Fang Ming sat aside, and just painted something casually, he painted aimlessly, very casually, he painted whatever he saw.

Near noon, Teacher Xia quickly hurried over again.

"Chen Rou, how is it, these children are quite obedient. ”

"They are very obedient, they have a good foundation in painting, and I have made rapid progress with a little guidance. Chen Rou was talking about the good words of the younger students next to her.

"That's good. ”

"Teacher Xia, look at these two paintings, how are they drawn?"

As she spoke, Chen Rou handed Teacher Xia the painting that Fang Ming had given her just now.

Mr. Xia took the painting and glanced at it a few times, and then was quickly attracted and looked at it carefully.

"These lines are so finely processed, it seems that he should be a master, and the demeanor is so similar to you, basically exactly the same, such a meticulous sketch painting, it is really good, even I can't reach this level!"

After speaking, Teacher Xia glanced at Chen Rou curiously.

"I want to know, who drew this?"

Chen Rou pointed at Fang Ming.

"Your cousin drew it, your cousin is so young, he seems to be extremely talented......"

Just as Fang Ming came over, about to change a pencil, he heard Teacher Xia's evaluation of himself.

Fang Ming smiled and shook his head.

"Mr. Xia, I'm just going to draw casually. Then he turned around and went back.

"Your cousin is very modest!"

Teacher Xia sighed to Chen Rou.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Xia suddenly received a phone call.

"What, husband, do you have something to do in the afternoon?

"I don't know a few dance teachers, and it's Sunday, and most of the dance teachers have classes at this time. ”

"Okay, then I'll try to figure it out. ”

After hanging up the phone, Teacher Xia, who was dressed in a pale yellow dress and fluffy hair, sighed, sometimes something unexpected caught her off guard.

If only she were a dance teacher, she wouldn't have to go to the dance teacher she was looking for now.

"Teacher Xia, do you lack a dance teacher?"

In the conversation just now, Fang Ming also heard that it was almost seventy-seven-eighty-eight, probably because the previous dance teacher had something to do temporarily, and then sent a dance teacher in the afternoon.

Fang Ming had only recently signed in for dancing skills, so it was not difficult for him to be a dance teacher.

"I'm short of a dance teacher, since you ask this question, are you coming?"

Teacher Xia heard Fang Ming's voluntary self-recommendation, and looked at Fang Ming curiously.

"Yes!" Fang Ming replied firmly.

Teacher Xia glanced at Fang Ming again.

No matter how Fang Ming looked at it, he didn't look like a young man who could dance.

"If you don't believe me, I'll put on a show for you. ”

Fang Ming said, found a vacant land with a slightly larger area, lay on the ground, used his hands as the center of gravity support point, and soon rotated and rolled several times, his body was light and full of movement.

Teacher Xia's husband teaches dancing, although she can't dance, she still recognizes Fang Ming as a break dancer, and she seems to be very skillful in dancing.

"Okay, then it's up to you to go to the dance class that afternoon!"