"Whew~"

After walking out of the classroom quickly, Chen Huicai breathed a heavy sigh of relief, she didn't know how panicked she was when she was criticized by the teacher in front of the whole class just now. In her heart, she still respects the teacher very much, so she will pay special attention to the teacher's words.

It's still class time, and the sound of books in each class or the sound of teachers lecturing comes and goes. Chen Hui didn't know where to go.

Suddenly, she saw the art building opposite, and the door of Wu Zhong's studio was unexpectedly open.

She thought to herself, why don't you go there, it should be quiet now, just enough for her to calm down.

When passing by the playground, she walked very fast, like a thief, she was afraid of being gossiped, she was really afraid that at this moment someone suddenly appeared on the side to talk about her going to the studio during class or something.

It wasn't until she stepped up the stairs that she was a little relieved.

There were a lot of paintings in the hallway, and she had the impression that they were all award-winning works from the last exhibition.

It's just a pity that Wu Zhong's work, which should have been the first, and won a scholarship, was ruined because of a misunderstanding.

She strolled upstairs while admiring the paintings. I came to Wuzhong's studio with a familiar car.

Compared to other studios, this studio is cleaner, and most of the paintings on the walls are Wu Zhong's paintings.

There are sketches of still lifes of various sizes, as well as dynamic sketches of characters, each of which is a work that is immediately stunning at a glance.

One of them, a sparrow sketch drawn in colored pencils, caught Chen Hui's attention.

The painting shows a sparrow stepping on a branch, it doesn't seem to be very flexible, stepping on one foot, vibrating its wings, as if afraid of falling.

This subtle dynamic feeling, Wu Zhong's painting is particularly expressive, and with the color in place, it gives people the feeling of lifelike.

"Does Chen Hui think this painting is good-looking?"

Suddenly, such a voice sounded behind Chen Hui, which startled her a lot! Hurriedly turned around and found that Wu Zhong was actually here!

Seeing that it was him, Chen Huicai breathed a sigh of relief, "Whew~ scared me to death you, why are you here, shouldn't you be in class?"

Wu Zhong scratched his head in embarrassment, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Then why is Chen Hui not in class?"

"I ......"

For a while, she was a little speechless, so she didn't look over her head angrily, and snorted, indicating that she didn't want to say more.

Wu Zhong was a little stunned when she saw this, and found that Wu Zhong had been staring at her face, which made her a little uncomfortable, and she pouted and said, "It's nothing, I'm in a bad mood, I talked nonsense in class, and I was kicked out by the teacher." ”

"I'm in a bad mood...... Wu Zhong silently read it again, and then asked softly, "Is it because of those gossips?"

"Did you hear that too? It seems that I am really famous in the whole school......" Chen Hui covered her face in frustration, wanting to cry without tears.

Wu Zhong smiled surprisingly, and even quipped: "Aren't you already famous? You are the school flower." ”

"Are you teasing me?" Chen Hui glared at him with a cold face, so frightened that Wu Zhong immediately stopped talking, and shook his head honestly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper at you......" Chen Hui sighed, she felt that her mood was really bad now, as if she had eaten gunpowder, and now no matter who provoked her, she could get angry.

In order to adjust her state, she tried to look at the paintings on the wall, trying to divert her attention.

Wu Zhong returned to his seat to paint, he reopened a piece of drawing paper, and began to take shape.

Seeing this scene, Chen Hui walked over curiously and stood behind him, she was very curious, how Wu Zhong drew those lifelike pictures, and wanted to see the process with her own eyes.

She asked Wu Zhong curiously, "What do you want to paint?"

"You. ”

"Draw me?" Chen Hui was a little surprised, and couldn't help but look forward to it even more. She also wants to see what she is like in Wu Zhong's mind now.

It's just that Wu Zhong just picked up the paintbrush, and then suddenly stopped, and said softly: "Actually, you don't have to care too much about what others say about you, your mouth grows on others, what they like to say, we can't care, we care too much, it will only affect your own mentality and make your mood suffer." Moreover, you are so good, people who understand you naturally understand, people who don't understand, what they think, why bother, we live in this world, and we don't just live for the eyes of others. I'm not satisfied with my paintings, especially when I draw you, I don't know where to start, because in my heart, you're so perfect. ”

"What ......" Hearing these words, Chen Hui's whole person was stunned, her eyes were wide, and her pink mouth couldn't close subconsciously.

What's wrong with Wu Zhong today, how can he, who has always been silent, say so much today? Is he comforting her?

In fact, it took a lot of courage for Wu Zhong to say this, because he was facing away from Chen Hui, so Chen Hui couldn't see how red his immature face was.

"Thank you, thank you for comforting me. Chen Hui smiled awkwardly and said.

Wu Zhong didn't reply, in fact, he wanted to say that this was not a word of comfort, but a word from his heart.

He began to take shape on the drawing paper, and every stroke was so smooth and confident.

Chen Hui accidentally discovered that the cherry blossom erasers on Wuzhong's painting tool box had always been snow-white, but on the other hand, on the other people's seats, the cherry blossom erasers were all black in the middle of winter.

Wu Zhong has not changed the whole shaping process, and every stroke is very accurate, very stable, and fast.

At first, I couldn't tell what his criss-crossing strokes were drawing, but when he drew more lines, even Chen Hui, a layman, could understand it, but this picture was really ......

A flush suddenly swelled up on her delicate little face! Suddenly scolded Wu Zhong: "You are perverted!"

"Uh......"

Wu Zhong was scolded a little embarrassed, but he didn't refute it.

On his drawing board is a bust of Chen Hui, but the painting pays attention to the perspective and three-dimensionality, and then he also draws the things that should not be drawn on the chest......

"Chen Hui, listen to my explanation, this is the perspective principle taught by the teacher, so that it is easy to find the boundary ......between light and dark," Wu Zhong tried to explain.

But Chen Hui didn't understand what the boundary between light and dark was, and when she heard the word "perspective", she was even more ashamed and irritable, and angrily scolded Wu Zhong for "dead pervert", and then turned around and left the studio quickly.

And at this time, the bell rang for the end of class, and Chen Hui shyly went downstairs and went straight to the classroom.

In the huge studio, only Wu Zhong, whose face was flushed, was left, looking at the painting paper in a daze. Thinking of Chen Hui's words in his ears, his mood was a little complicated.

In fact, what he drew was according to the perspective template of the human body in the textbook, and he could not really see through people. However, Chen Hui is not an art student and does not know this.

Wu Zhong regretted it a little, thinking in his heart, maybe he didn't say that it was her who painted it, so it wouldn't be like this......