"Fight? The proposition of this competition is "Fight", how should I draw it? Li Shaolong's brows furrowed slightly, looking at the plain white rice paper on the table, Li Shaolong thought secretly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The proposition of "Fight" is very broad, but it is not easy to grasp it well, because it is too broad.

What should I draw?

Whether he can win or not, but it depends on him this time, Li Shaolong feels that the task on his shoulders is not light. Even if you can't win this game, you can't lose it, otherwise these self-righteous Dongying devils won't have to raise their nostrils to the sky.

I have a long way to go this time, and I have to paint a work that people will know is a masterpiece when they see it.

I saw that at this time, the Dongying students who participated in the competition had already begun to wave their pens. Dongying people have been learning from the Chinese people from ancient times to the present, whether it is food or construction, whether it is customs or culture, they are all copied from the Chinese people, so there are Chinese people, and Dongying people also try their best to take care of them.

Therefore, Dongying people will also be Chinese ink paintings.

The painting competition is relatively free, and some interested students will surround the painter and watch the painter draw. Dongying's students were already crowded with people, and it was clear that his paintings had attracted a lot of attention.

On Li Shaolong's side, there are very few, because his paper is as white as it was an hour ago.

"Love letter Oba? What are you going to draw? Why don't you paint yet? Huang Qibei saw that Li Shaolong had not moved for a long time, and couldn't help but run over and ask.

"Little Lizi, you can't draw, do you? Aren't we going to lose this time? Beigong Nan said: "Little Lizi, the painting painted by the devil is so beautiful, or you will just admit defeat." ”

"Brother Love Letter, I'll help you draw it secretly."

"Sister Xiaobei, Sister Xiaonan, Sister Xiaoxi, you underestimate me too much, how can a master of painting like me lose to a little devil? I don't paint it, a painting shocking, a painting soaring to the sky, you can rest assured, victory will always belong to us. Li Shaolong said with a serious face.

"What are you going to paint, Oba, the love letter?"

"Painting bucket ~ milk." A smile appeared at the corner of Li Shaolong's mouth, and a very beautiful picture couldn't help but appear in his mind, which made all the male animals boil with blood. Fighting, milk, fighting, milk, there are often clips in Dongying's small movies, if you draw it yourself, will it directly scare everyone?

When you draw it, it's definitely a blockbuster.

"Soy milk, what is there to draw soy milk?" Huang Qibei asked a little puzzled: "Love letter Oba?" You can't just eat too much soy milk and your mind is full of soy milk, right?

"That's it, soy milk, what's there to draw? If you draw it, you'll lose. Beigong Nan said: "Otherwise, you can admit defeat directly, so as not to wait for the embarrassment." ”

"This bucket milk is not the other soybean milk, hehe......" The corners of Li Shaolong's mouth couldn't help but show a wicked smile: "The bucket milk I am talking about is a very interesting thing." ”

"Brother Love Letter, then what kind of milk did you say your soy milk was?"

"Bucket milk is not soy milk, you come here, I'll tell you what bucket milk is." Li Shaolong said with a smile, the evil smile on his face was getting stronger and stronger.

The three girls leaned over, Li Shaolong whispered to explain what was milk, the three girls listened, their faces couldn't help showing a trace of blush, gave Li Shaolong a white look, and ran away.

"Hey, Sister Xiaonan, don't go, I still have buckets, sticks, and eggs that I haven't told you yet, but it's interesting." Li Shaolong said, but where would the three daughters pay attention to Li Shaolong, they hate to have to know Li Shaolong.

"Well, my kindness has been wasted, and it seems that I have to think for myself what I should draw." Li Shaolong said lightly, grinding slowly.

At this time, the student next to him had already finished his work, and saw that it was a "Hundred Flowers in Bloom", on a piece of rice paper more than one meter and a half meters wide, dozens of flowers appeared on the paper.

Dongying's students drew a picture of a battle of flowers, with chrysanthemums, lotuses, peach blossoms, plum blossoms, cherry blossoms, moon seasons, and roses.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the flowers of the four seasons compete with each other, very beautiful, and very gorgeous, and they are not a piece of rice paper, but a small garden.

There are so many flowers competing for beauty, which is indeed in line with today's proposition. When those people in Dongying saw the things painted by their own people, they continued to praise one by one, and it seemed that they were nine out of ten in the first place.

Li Shaolong glanced at it, and couldn't help but shake his head, it was indeed a good painting, and the person who painted it also had some skills, but he made a very serious mistake.

Each flower has its own season, just like chrysanthemums bloom in autumn, plum blossoms bloom in winter, peach blossoms bloom in spring, roses bloom in summer, how can these flowers bloom together? Isn't that a mess?

But those devils don't seem to be interested in this, and their faces are full of smug smiles, I really don't know why the self-confidence of these guys is always so strong, it's even stronger than the unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

However, after the little devil finished painting, he walked to Li Shaolong's side proudly, and when he saw that Li Shaolong didn't paint anything, the corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a trace of contempt.

"Huaxia people, don't force it if you can't draw it, this time it must be my "Hundred Flowers", you will lose." He smiled and said, "At a glance, you know that you can't draw anything, so why bother yourself?" ”

"Zifei fish, how do you know the joy of fish? You're not me, how do you know I can't draw? Li Shaolong smiled slightly: "I'll let you finish the painting first, it's to make you lose decently!" It's impossible for you to win this big young master. ”

"Hmph, I don't know what to say!" Dongying couldn't help but snort coldly and said, despying Li Shaolong a few times.

"It's better than having no one in your sights. We Chinese people have a saying that arrogant soldiers will be defeated, and this is what we are talking about. Li Shaolong said lightly, seeing that Dongying people looked like Lao Tzu was the best in the world, Li Shaolong was very unhappy.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of Li Shaolong's mouth, and then he began to draw with a wave.

"Hmph, it's the same as the truth, I want to see what the hell you painted, this victory must belong to our great Great Dongying Empire." The Dongying painter looked at Li Shaolong contemptuously, and did not take Li Shaolong in his eyes at all.