Mr. Song was very uncomfortable, yesterday the apprentice Zhang Hao was killed by Du Shen this day, the elders of Guishan Academy did not hesitate to look at him, and his friends who studied hard together in the cold window also sneered at him, asking him why he did not do this important thing that was beneficial to Guishan Academy.

Although he has been mentally prepared for this for a long time, but as the so-called human words are terrifying, Mr. Song knows very well that if he does not get this face back, then it will be difficult to raise his head and be a man in the academy in the future.

Unless it's to get back on the field.

But when Mr. Song thought of Du Shen's arithmetic problem, he had a headache, and it was almost impossible to find a way back in this area.

Therefore, he thought about it left and right, so he invited a friend of his private friends who had a good relationship, as well as a few scholars in the academy, to meet Du Shen who was killed by God for a while.

The group inquired about where Du Shen was, and rushed over to the wind.

When he stood still, regardless of Du Shen and Zhang Hao's surprised attitudes, Mr. Song arched his hand to his friend.

Then he pointed at Du Shen and said, "Ci Weng, this person is Du Shen." ”

As for Zhang Hao, who was gray-headed and dirty next to him and carrying a bag of pebbles, he ignored it, and he didn't expect that this boy who looked like a mud monkey turned out to be the only son of a British duke.

The man known as Ciweng bowed his head, and then said aloud: "Wu Ciweng heard that Mr. Du is talented, and he has come to learn today, and I ask Mr. not to be stingy." ”

After speaking, he also bowed with great grace, but he couldn't find anything wrong with his posture.

And Du Shen.

He was a little confused now, seeing the menacing appearance of Mr. Song and the others, he thought that he was going to fight, and he even touched an angular pebble from the ground, ready to wait for him to die if he did it.

But I didn't expect the other party to make such a gesture, what is this for?

Come back to the field?

What a younger brother.

Du Shen laughed out loud, looking at Mr. Song's eyes with disdain, it seems that the combat effectiveness of the sixth grade math problem is still too weak, and he would have changed to a junior high school if he knew it.

Although he didn't say anything, Mr. Song could fully understand the meaning in Du Shen's eyes, his face was blue and white, and he snorted coldly: "Du Shen, my friend asked you for advice, why didn't you answer?" ”

This friend of his is not small, named Wu Wei, Zi Ci Weng, called Xiaoxian, is a painter in the court, and in history, his fame is not small, his painting skills are even loved by Emperor Hongzhi, once awarded the seal said: Painting champion.

Of course, now he is just a painter who has just entered the palace, and he is far from reaching his later achievements, but he is much higher than Mr. Song.

Du Shen rolled his eyes and said insincerely: "Oh...... Hello, hello, hello. ”

After some perfunctory, Du Shen looked at this second man seriously.

This person is not first-class with Mr. Song, he is extremely handsome, and the literati atmosphere is extremely strong, and he is not a simple commodity at first glance.

Wu Wei didn't care about Du Shen's attitude, he came this time only to help his friend find the field, so he came up and said: "I heard that Mr. Du Shen claims to be excellent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I think it must not be touted by others, otherwise how to accept the only son of the British as an apprentice, in the next is not talented, in the painting skills have some experience, today I came to ask for advice." ”

It is true that although Mr. Song can't afford to lose, he didn't do anything wrong, he simply couldn't swallow the breath of being cut off by Du Shen, so Wu Wei was willing to help him.

Du Shen scratched his head, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, because he didn't know how to draw at all, after all, he taught history, not art, and not a geography expert who could draw a map of the world by hand.

At this time, Zhang Hao, a silly apprentice, quietly came over and said, "Sir, this seems to be Wu Wei, a painter in the court, I heard that his painting skills are quite unique. ”

After all, Zhang Hao is the only son of the British duke, and he can occasionally participate in some banquets in the imperial court.

Du Shen suddenly couldn't help but glance at Wu Wei higher, and he couldn't imagine that this was the famous painter Wu Xiaoxian in the Ming Hongzhi year.

But in this way, Du Shen became interested, although he can't paint, let alone Chinese painting, but it doesn't matter, who said that if you compete with a painter, you must be able to paint?

Thinking of this, Du Shen laughed out loud, "I didn't expect it to be Wu Ciweng at the moment, since you want to ask for advice, then I will teach you to draw an egg...... Phew, I'll teach you how to draw an ellipse. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

And this kind of operation?

Although it is to ask for advice, but everyone is a scholar, who doesn't know the meaning of the war book, you are really a good teacher, and you have taught?

This...... This is not a routine!

Among the people present, there was also Zhang Hao, who was not a scholar.

Zhang Hao listened to his master's words, but nodded in agreement, and thought to the bottom of his mind: Shizun is Shizun, who knows astronomy and geography, and is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Wu Wei also laughed dumbly, he had never met a person like Du Shen, he only felt that the other party was really a little arrogant, a teacher in Dujia Village, he really wanted to teach himself to paint, and he also had to teach to paint an ellipse, I don't know what to say.

Mr. Song was also extremely angry, yesterday he had learned Du Shen's irritating skills, but today he didn't think that he would be put on the table again.

Immediately, he waved his sleeves and said coldly: "Let's see what tricks you play." ”

Du Shen sneered, didn't care, looked left and right, and then found a piece of flat land, and then ...... Untie the waistband of your pants......

Ahem......

Almost dew point.

Du Shen hurriedly lifted his pants and tucked his clothes in, "Don't get me wrong, I'm going to paint." ”

Everyone except Zhang Hao: ......

At this moment, even Wu Wei, who had a good temper, couldn't get over it, and said in a light tone: "Please hurry up." ”

Du Shen touched his head embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "Hehe, don't worry, I'll draw an ellipse for you to see." ”

As he spoke, Du Shen broke off two small branches and stuck them in the wet ground by the river, and then knotted the waistband of his trousers into a circle and put them directly on it.

It's time to start pretending.

I saw Du Shen holding the branch in one hand, putting it on the side of the waistband of his trousers and tightening it, and turned it directly.

Everyone didn't know why, but as the branch turned, an arc appeared on the ground, and it looked like ...... Extremely rounded?

Only Wu Wei's face is different, he is a painter, although he paints landscapes, but in history, he is a very realistic kind of painter, although it does not match modern paintings, but the eyesight is still there, at a glance, Du Shen is painting the side of the ellipse.

Of course, this is nonsense, people have said that they want to draw an ellipse, and they will definitely not draw anything else, but to see it is to see it, and it is so.

As Du Shen "painted" the ellipse, everyone's faces became different.

It's not that they're shocked by Du Shen's superb painting skills, but because, what the fuck is this?

I thought you were going to make something awesome, but I didn't expect this to be this?

Can this also be called a drawing?