The conversation with Lao Wang didn't take much time.

During this period, Liang Gong took the condensation cream to the toilet, and then went to the snack store.

Don't ask Ning Shuang what it feels like to enter the women's toilet, she really doesn't know, the school women's toilets are all cubicles, and there are no urinals compared to the men's toilet, there is really nothing to say, what to say? Does it stink?

When I got back to the studio, the second class was about to begin.

"Students, in this class, let's start to talk about the knowledge of sketching, this sketch is ......"

The old king was talking eloquently on the podium, blowing foam.

But Lao Wang is not bragging, at least the thoughts of his classmates have brought him up.

This old Wang can blow for more than 30 minutes, so let the students start to try.

Ning Shuang picked up the paintbrush and seriously thought about what he wanted to paint.

The eyes are squinting, whether to draw a cool bow or not.

Forget it, if you want to draw a fork, you can't give Lianggong a laugh to death.

So what to draw.

Frost fell into deep thought.

Thinking about it, Ning Shuang suddenly remembered the extra villains in her mind yesterday.

Turning the pen between her fingers and turning it on the paper, Frost was completely unaware that she had started to write, she was now completely immersed in the movements of the little people in her head.

The rustling sound of calligraphy and painting sounded in the classroom, and although everyone was drawing, the extremely fast sound of strokes still attracted the attention of many people.

Ning Shuang's eyes were very dull, but the hand holding the pencil kept scratching on the paper, Liang Gong was very strange about Ning Shuang's state, and just wanted to ask what was wrong with Ning Shuang, but was stopped by Lao Wang.

Lao Wang sighed in Liang Gong's ear.

"It's just inspiration, don't bother her."

There is a saying about inspiration in many creative industries, and sometimes when you are doing something at hand, something suddenly comes to mind and the action in your hand will subconsciously save your thoughts.

Lao Wang has seen a lot of this kind of thing, especially for artistic creation, try not to disturb people who are suddenly inspired, maybe the inspired work is a masterpiece.

After signaling to the other students, Lao Wang left the side of Ning Shuang's seat, and the other students began to re-immerse themselves in their own artistic creations.

The speed of condensation on the paper is very fast, and the villains she sketches are basically about 10 centimeters, and an ordinary A3 sketch paper is slowly drawn by her after a while.

Take this one off and put the next one directly to continue, and when she did all this, Ning Shuang's eyes were also staring blankly ahead, and she was still immersed in the villains in her mind at this time.

For more than an hour, Frost was in that state of distraction, but there were already more than a dozen pieces of paper around her that were already full of villains.

Syllable!

With a pressing motion of the last stroke, a slight refill breaking sound reached Frost's ears and pulled her back from her state of distraction.

"Me (beep-), when did I draw so much?!"

There was a cry of surprise, and all eyes in the painting room were on Frost.

It was the first time they had heard the dirty words coming out of the mouth of this young lady Tianxiang.

"Frost, be careful."

Liang Gong reminded the frost beside him.

"Ahem, I was excited for a while, and I didn't pay attention."

Looking down at the paper scattered on the ground, all of them were painted with villains, all of them were sketched very vividly, and they were all doing some strange movements, and the most important thing was that each villain had a pair of wings painted on their backs.

What are they? Frost gathered the papers, held them in his hands, and examined them carefully.

When did my drawing skills become so good?

(Author: That's not the point, is it?) Shouldn't we pay more attention to the actions of the villain? ）

The villains up there, well- how do you feel like the villains up there are dancing.

The only thing that Ning Frost is sure of is that the villain on it has a huge connection with himself, after all, he has a pair of wings.

"Frost, are you drawing a comic strip?"

Cool bow leaned in.

"I guess so."

Ning Shuang was still thinking, but just replied casually.

"Is this villain you drawing any kind of martial arts cheats?"

Martial arts cheats, a lightning bolt struck through Ning Shuang's brain.

That's right, why didn't I think of martial arts cheats, these villains' movements seem to be a set of attack techniques! It's really a boy who has been a boy for seventeen years for nothing, and he can't even think of martial arts cheats!

Hey? How could Liang Gong have thought that this was a martial arts cheat?

"Lianggong, why do you feel that this is a martial arts cheat?"

"Isn't that what it says in the comics, a series of villains or something should be martial arts cheats, right?"

Not to mention, Ning Shuang is going to draw circles in the corner, is it that his brain is not flexible after transformation, Ning Shuang is very suspicious of himself.

Suspicion is suspicion, and Ning Frost still has to study these villains well.

Put these paintings in a bag.,Ning Shuang plans to take it home and study it well.,After all, there are still a lot of classmates in the studio.,What if you expose yourself to God? The situation just now is actually quite dangerous.

The time at school passed quickly, after all, the class was over after a few trips.

However, for students in the third year of high school, the daytime classes do not mean the end.

Evening self-study~

Because I have to face the provincial art examination in December, the art classes in the evening self-study time must be in the studio.

Lao Wang didn't force the students to draw or anything in the evening self-study, he preferred to tell his classmates some interesting things about his learning to paint during the evening self-study.

Perhaps it is because his way of entertaining and teaching is very popular with students, and the students are also particularly interested in the painting techniques of food, and there are many repeat students who specifically ask to stay in Lao Wang's studio, Lao Wang's studio has the most students, but most of the art comprehensive in the school evaluation every month is Lao Wang's first place.

The current Lao Wang is blowing cowhide there, and Ning Shuang is looking at the two paintings he painted today.

A sketch, the shape is very accurate, the chiaroscuro is also very good, and even a closer look can find that the lines on the painting are particularly fine and uniform.

A pair of watercolors, to be honest, Ning Shuang didn't believe that the painting in front of him could be painted with gouache by himself, and he was about to catch up with the effect of oil painting.

Now what is the existence of my own body, not to mention the ability to awaken directly, even the subjective consciousness activity of painting, the moment I hold the brush, I feel that the control of my body can be meticulous.

I didn't feel this way some time ago.,Is it because of the problem of second awakening.。

Ning Frost felt that she had to find some time to study her body.

Don't think crooked, it's a very serious study!

I'll have to find some time to go to the Abilities Bureau again.

Although I did an ability level test yesterday in the Ability Bureau, I didn't do a detailed test of my physical functions.

Even he couldn't figure out his body thoroughly, which made Ning Frost feel a little unstable.

"Okay, that's all for today, it's almost eight o'clock, day students can go, and you can draw until ten o'clock if you live in the school, cannon, call me if you have something."

The cannon is the nickname of the student administrators of this studio.

Jingle bell~

The bell for the first evening self-study has already sounded.

"Frost, let's go together."

Lianggong packed up her painting tools, she was the same as Ningshuang, a day student.

"Okay."

Just out of the classroom door.

"Wait!"

Frost suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I haven't taken something."

Oh shit, forget about those paintings.

……