What Su Xiaoxiao didn't know was that the reason why no one replied to her was because at this time, in the multimedia studio of the Lightning Strike Library, a group of painters were in a state of collective confusion.

"What's the matter, it's a little girl's voice?" One painter asked another painter on the side in a daze, only to find that the other party's expression was even more stunned than his own.

"How do I know? Listening to this voice, she is a little girl who is underage. The other artist was confused.

"This is the person recommended by Mr. Mao Xuewang? What the hell? It's not his daughter, is it? ”

"Mao Xuewang uses the platform as a monkey? Think you can get money by getting a little girl to say a few words casually? In the twitter, some artists began to be dissatisfied.

"Calm down, everyone, maybe there are others."

"A little girl is the teacher of all the artists in the library when we lightning strike, and this joke is not funny at all." An older painter snorted.

"What about Yuzu, let her contact the higher-ups, we can't afford this joke!"

In front of the big screen, a group of artists were in chaos.

To be able to come to the Lightning Strike Library to work as a painter, both men and women, have a few brushes, and they are also a little arrogant.

Now that I know that a little girl who has not dried up has come to guide them to paint, who can withstand this? Isn't this Guan Gong playing a big knife in front of him, joking with them in what they are best at?

And it's the kind of joke that they can't laugh at all.

Are we stupid?

Don't be so crazy, my teacher Mao Xuewang!

This is a jaw-dropping unfolding, and the children's channel doesn't dare to act like this.

A group of painters gradually spiraled out of control.

"Wang, what do you think?"

At the front, a middle-aged painter looked at another older artist with a strange expression.

If Yuzu is here, you can recognize that this painter called "Lao Wang" is the representative of the painters who attended the meeting some time ago, and he is the most authoritative painter of the Lightning Strike Library, and he is also the boss of a group of painters in front of this big screen.

Wang Runhe, that is, the old Wang, was calm at this time, and when he heard the voice of a little girl in the live broadcast line, there was no fluctuation.

I saw him wave his hand at a group of painters, and his voice was loud: "Don't worry, everyone, today's live broadcast is just a trial broadcast, Mr. Mao Xuewang can't get any substantial benefits, and there is no loss to anyone, so it's useless to say more, let's start listening to the class carefully." ”

A speech made the painters present look at each other.

Who would have thought that their boss would still have such a view.

Actually, this is related to the previous meeting he held.

Ever since that meeting and seeing Mao Xuewang's amazing painting skills, he has been deeply impressed.

The excellent Violet illustrations made Wang Runhe admire Mao Xuewang.

Now that the other party has sent a little girl to give them a lecture, I believe that it is definitely not a pastime for them, but has a specific intention.

Just like the Western Buddhas who arranged the ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulties of Tang monks, it definitely has a profound meaning.

Yes, how can you draw the kind of illustration that has been leading the industry for countless years, how can this kind of god be able to entertain everyone?

Well, Wang Runhe thinks so in his heart.

So under his leadership, a group of people, even if they had disdain, pickiness, resistance, anger and other elements, they all settled down at this time and began to watch the live broadcast.

"Hey—is anyone listening? Are all the artists in your lightning strike library cutting the screen and going out to play games? ”

In the live broadcast room, no one paid attention to her for a long time, and Su Xiaoxiao was not in a hurry to start her content, so she chattered skillfully in the live broadcast room.

As an old anchor, she is no stranger to these operations that enliven the atmosphere for herself.

"Uh, this teacher, we're all here." Wang Runhe sent a sentence in the message window, as if it was interacting with the barrage, which could be noticed by Su Xiaoxiao on the other end.

"Alright, I'll get started."

Seeing that someone was finally bubbling, she lifted her spirit, lifted the brush, and began to recall all the things Su Chen taught her in her mind.

"By the way, is there anything else you want to ask before painting?"

In front of the drawing board on the screen, a pair of white and pink little hands appeared, coupled with a soft and cute voice, everyone also gave each other's identity as little girls.

There are even some middle-aged painters beating their chests and sighing, this little hand is like their ten-year-old daughter in the family.

"I want to ask, little teacher, what is your age?" A young female painter was bold and typed a message and asked.

"I just turned eighteen this year, what the hell is the little teacher......"

After answering the question, Su Xiaoxiao whispered.

"Eighteen?!"

This is another bombshell in a group of artists.

"Lao Wang, this ......" The middle-aged painter at the front couldn't help it.

It's a bit too young at this age, even if there is no 18-year-old in-service artist in the company.

To put it mildly, I'm only eighteen years old, and I haven't finished school, so I can have a fart attainment in painting.

"Look again, look again, they haven't painted yet." Wang Runhe's eyelids also jumped fiercely, but he still took a deep breath and forced to calm down.

Alas.

Maybe she's a genius comic girl.

The kind of illustration that draws out is the kind that hangs everyone here in minutes.

"This teacher, uh, what are you going to draw today?" Someone sent another message to ask.

"Good question!" Su Xiaoxiao is very energetic, "Today I will show you the painting style of "Dry Sister Buried". ”

"Buried?" A group of painters were startled at first, and then they looked forward to it.

As soon as you come up, you will directly enlarge the move?

As Mao Xuewang's debut work, although Xiao Bury is now regrettably cut in half, but the other party has shown super high painting skills in the comics, as well as the cute painting style, which they have been trying to copy now.

Because this style of painting is basically very suitable, so they are also very greedy for these lightning strike library artists.

"That's right, it's a small burial, I'll use the line drawing to give you a demonstration first."

As she spoke, she pulled up a sketch with messy lines on the drawing board—a few random strokes she had just sketched, and it was very scribbled.

Su Xiaoxiao very proudly began to paint a little bit.

In fact, she is quite confident in teaching people or something.

In the little girl's opinion, this is no different from the League of Legends instructional videos she used to record on Fighting Shark or something.

I first demonstrated it by myself to make a look, and then moved the process out and gave them a detailed pick step by step.

So she looked at the line drawing and began to draw without saying a word.

However, the artists in front of the screen were stunned again.

This little girl's line draft, don't be a draft, right?

No, not even a draft.

Since it was only a few strokes drawn by Su Xiaoxiao temporarily, the scribbled lines were difficult to see that it was a small buried prototype, and the dragon flying and phoenix dancing were very abstract.

If it weren't for the fact that Su Xiaoxiao was painting quite seriously on the screen, a group of painters would definitely want to shout:

You can draw a few lines for me today, and we'll be on the spot! Just eat this live broadcast big screen!

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