Jiu Nuan: "Uncle, can you let the little one go?" You tell me why I'm not satisfied, I'll change it when I go home, and I'll give it to you tomorrow morning, how about it? Uncle! ”

"No, you said give it to me today, just give it to me today, you look here, here, and here, doesn't it look awkward?

If you fix these places, I'll let you go. ”

Jiu Nuan really wanted to smack him in the face, a king and eight lambs, I have never seen you so narcissistic, since I came back at noon, this king eight lambs pestered her to ask all kinds of questions, and finally asked, who is more handsome than Wu Yuanfei when he plays basketball, Jiu Nuan feels that the two of them have their own merits, because both of them are school grass level looks, and they are naturally good-looking.

But her table mate was not satisfied, so she said that the competition was for her, and she didn't take it seriously, so she asked her to compensate.

If she wanted to prove that she was serious, she would have to draw a picture of him playing basketball.

He said that only if he is qualified, for Jiu Nuan, it is too simple.

So the two reached an agreement so happily, but Jiu Nuan, who lowered his head and painted seriously, didn't see Mo Liang smile like a fox.

For two whole classes, Jiu Nuan never stopped since she picked up the pen, and there was no pause in between, as if Mo Liang's appearance had been engraved in her heart.

Before the third class, a vivid sketch was spread in front of Mo Liang's eyes.

Mo Liang was surprised by the painter at the same table, this portrait is no different from looking at the photo.

Mo Liang especially likes her seriousness when she does things.

Sketching is very exciting, but that's not his purpose.

Mo Liang's face was not obvious, he put the drawing paper back in front of Jiu Nuan, and said: "Why am I the only one on this, where are you, since it is for you to see, of course you have to draw yourself in, this is not good, draw another one." ”

Jiu Nuan: ???

Boy, believe it or not, I'm you.

The old lady worked hard for two hours to draw, and she didn't even have a word of praise.

No matter how Jiu Nuan gritted her teeth, her table mate was still muttering to the painting, "Don't you think it's too lonely to play basketball alone?" I don't like a person, even though it's a painting, I also feel lonely, can you fill in the audience on it? Just one is enough. Mo Liang's voice suddenly became lower, almost murmuring.

If it weren't for Jiu Nuan being close, I really don't know what he said.

His last sentence really worked, Jiu Nuan's anger dropped by half, thinking of the few times he had unintentionally bumped into him before, this young man was distressed.

Jiu Nuan said: "Didn't you say before that you can just draw a picture of you playing basketball?" So I drew according to the size of this paper, and now there is no extra place to add the audience to this piece of paper, or I will draw a Q version of the villain at the bottom? ”

"Alright! If you can, then draw it!. Mo Liang let go of the drawing paper in a depressed mood, leaned on the table, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

Jiu Nuan couldn't stand his embarrassed look, thought about it, poked his arm with his finger, Mo Liang broke away and looked at her, "Forget this one, I'm drawing one for you, who do you want another person to draw, but I want to see this person, or you want to have a photo." ”

Mo Liang sat up straight, "Really? Would you like to draw me another one? Mo Liang's happy expression didn't look like he was pretending.

So Jiu Nuan smiled sincerely at him and replied, "Yes." ”