Zhou Jiangming's talent for painting is not only known to those referees, but also spread throughout the school.

From the moment he entered the school, Zhou Jiangming showed a high talent for painting and won many Zhonghai Painting Awards.

In Zhonghai University, Zhou Jiangming is recognized as one of the strongest painters in the school.

Zhou Jiangming listened to everyone's cynicism at Ning Fan and his praise of himself openly and secretly, which was very useful.

Ning Fan embarrassed him last time in the mall, and this time he wanted Ning Fan to be even more embarrassed and take revenge for his previous revenge.

Zhou Jiangming smiled: "It doesn't matter if you won't, just take a look, by the way, it's better not to talk too much." ”

Xu Xiaoqing looked at Zhou Jiangming's smug expression, dragging it like a two hundred and five, how could he be half a good to Ning Fan, almost all of it was ridicule.

She can't look past it, what's wrong with Ning Fan not being able to paint, and he's not a painter!

Xu Xiaoqing intentionally or unintentionally wanted to compare herself with Zhou Jiangming, and said, "I'll compare with you, Zhou Jiangming." ”

Xu Xiaoqing is very confident in her talent for painting.

is also a well-known painting master in school, not much different from Zhou Jiangming.

Zhou Jiangming smiled and said, "Xiaoqing, if you can participate in the painting competition, the art exhibition will definitely be very interesting." ”

Immediately, everyone also praised Xu Xiaoqing's painting skills again and again, hoping to see Xu Xiaoqing's paintings.

The painting officially began, and the contestants all began to paint.

In order to give the painters a good atmosphere for painting, everyone also quieted down and watched quietly.

Ning Fan stayed on Xu Xiaoqing's side, he originally thought that it would be good to stay a little longer and get 30,000 yuan.

But seeing Xu Xiaoqing's painting, he couldn't help frowning.

"Girl, your lines are not smooth, you have to change ......"

"Girl, your coloring order is not right......"

"Then it's not right to change, you have to look at the overall coordination, and use warm colors to ......"

Ning Fan's words seemed very harsh in the quiet environment, and they fell on everyone's hearts one by one.

Suddenly, everyone was fried, and a person who didn't know anything about painting was actually guiding Xu Xiaoqing to paint.

How uncomfortable this picture is.

Someone jumped out and said: "Boy, don't be blind if you can't draw, it's shameful to disturb the train of thought of the beautiful school girl." ”

After one person ridiculed, someone else sneered: "You poor sling silk probably can't even afford a paintbrush, why do you point to the country?"

"That's it...... I know how to talk about it, but I don't have the ability to draw. ”

Ning Fan had an indifferent attitude, ignoring the accusations of the people around him, and still pointed out Xu Xiaoqing from time to time.

Xu Xiaoqing's forehead was covered with sweat, she glanced sideways at Zhou Jiangming's painting, and suddenly became depressed.

His paintings are completely incomparable to Zhou Jiangming's paintings, how can he be upset for Ning Fan if he continues like this? !

What's even more infuriating is that Wang Xiaoyan has been mocking her paintings beside her.

"Xiaoqing, what are you painting here, I can't see it at all, why does it look like poop......"

Being hit by Wang Xiaoyan from time to time, Xu Xiaoqing felt that she was about to collapse, so she simply raised her pen and turned her head to look at everyone.

Everyone thought that Xu Xiaoqing had given up the game, and they couldn't help but feel a little sorry.

Wang Xiaoyan looked gloating, and threw a victorious look at Zhou Jiangming.

Xu Xiaoqing directly approached Ning Fan: "The pen is for you, you come to draw and help me finish it." ”

Wang Xiaoyan sneered and said to Xu Xiaoqing:

"Xiaoqing, if you want to find someone to help you paint, you have to find someone who knows how to do it, Master Ning Fan plays the piano well, forget about painting, you can't paint a piece of poop. ”

There was another burst of cynicism around, most of the ridicule was not directed at Xu Xiaoqing, but more at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan was about to cry when he saw the little girl.

He shook his head, and then walked to Xu Xiaoqing's drawing board, and didn't pick up the brush, and said directly: "Then I'll try it." ”

The crowd was shocked.

Someone saw that Ning Fan was eager to try, and hurriedly said: "No, you really want to paint? Don't be ashamed, it doesn't matter if you are embarrassed, Xu Daxiaohua can't be embarrassed because of you." ”

Xu Xiaoqing yelled at the man, "Ning Fan paints, do you need to worry about it?"

Everyone: "......"

The voices of the crowd were suppressed by Xu Xiaoqing.

Ning Fan started painting, and unlike the others, he didn't use a paintbrush at all.

Reach out and dip it in the ink, then scribble directly onto the paper, like a child drawing on the beach.

Everyone was surprised, where is this special painting, it is clearly a nonsense, so you can also paint, everyone is Picasso, Van Gogh.

"Impressionists?" suddenly someone laughed.

Immediately, everyone burst into laughter.

A male student said: "As far as he is still an impressionist, Van Gogh is afraid that he will be angry and come back to life, and he will commit suicide again after seeing him paint!"

Wang Xiaoyan clapped her hands again and again, and said with a smile: "The master's craftsmanship is different, what do you know, maybe his paintings are appreciated by others." ”

Saying that, Wang Xiaoyan looked at Xu Xiaoqing, "Right, Xiaoqing?"

Xu Xiaoqing was so anxious that her eyes rolled around, thinking that Ning Fan was pointing at the side before, and his painting must be at some level. Maybe we can give her another amazing performance.

But now, Ning Fan is scribbling and scribbling what kind of paintings.

She didn't believe that Ning Fan could draw a picture, so she just watched Ning Fan splash ink on the paper angrily.

Finally, Xu Xiaoqing said angrily: "Do you know how to paint?"

Ning Fan didn't look back, and said lightly: "I'm a myth in the art world, what do you say?"

Burst......

Someone laughed: "This is still a myth in the art world, am I not a legend in the art world?!"

Everyone followed with a burst of coaxing, sighing at Ning Fan.

Xu Xiaoqing doesn't believe it at all now, this guy doesn't know how to draw at all, and he was still commenting in his ear just now, but he only has such a little three-legged cat kung fu, and he already knew that he was coming.

After a while.

After almost everyone finished painting, Ning Fan finally withdrew his hand and playfully smeared a handful of paint to Xu Xiaoqing's nose.

Ning Fan smiled: "Okay." ”

Xu Xiaoqing looked at the painting in a daze, forgetting to wipe the paint from the tip of her nose, her heart was dripping blood...... I can't understand what the painting in front of me is.

Everyone glanced at Zhou Jiangming's painting, and then looked at Ning Fan's painting.

"It's nothing like that, there's no comparison. ”

"It's a bunch of shit!"

"No, no, if you look closely, that guy looks like a chicken, a big rooster full of miscellaneous hair!"

Everyone looked carefully, and sure enough, they found that they vaguely saw a miscellaneous rooster in the painting.

Immediately, everyone laughed at the discovery.

Xu Xiaoqing looked at Ning Fan with a depressed face, and it was written in her eyes that she was miserable by you.

Ning Fan smiled faintly, these people naturally can't understand their paintings, so wait for the judges to judge.