Qiu Ying took Wang Tian and Guo Wenping to stand under the library building, and did not enter the door, his voice was very high, and he was talking to an old gentleman with gorgeous hair.

"The old man's words are reasonable, I just came back from the countryside, I didn't even go home, I came to talk to Song Ran as soon as possible, this is not close to him, so how can I get close?"

The old gentleman shook his head when he heard this: "Don't look for him, as soon as you look for him, our Sun Shanchang will have a headache for several days." ”

Qiu Ying shook his head: "Nonsense, I have a small friendship with Lao Song, I think about him if there is anything good, no, I got a good painting a few days ago, I heard that Lao Song also likes it very much, the painting is mine, it will definitely not work for him, but I brought the person who painted, if he wants to, he can communicate with each other." ”

Yang Yuying saw Song Ran raise her head suddenly, rubbed it and stood up, the speed was even sharper than that of an eighteen-year-old man.

In the blink of an eye, they were outside the library.

Rong Gongzi dragged Yang Yuying up, pulled his legs and ran out.

"Let's go and see, if something happens and a fight starts, don't let Mr. Song be left alone."

In an instant, there was a crowd of people inside and outside the library building, and all the people in the academy came to watch.

Yang Yuying blinked, and decided not to talk about Xu Meng and their gossip after going back.

Looking at the current situation, it is clear that all the students of the academy in the world are like this, and the atmosphere is like this, how can Xu Meng be blamed.

Qiu Ying was in high spirits, proudly took out two pieces of straw paper from his sleeve and handed them over: "Look, one of our famous masters of the Dashun Dynasty is counted as one, can the person who painted this one be ranked in the top ten?" ”

Song Ran's eyes were glued to the seemingly ordinary painting paper, and he said casually: "Paintings are also like articles, everyone has their own good, how can they be discharged?" ”

"I look at this painting, it's just good, the brushstrokes are still a little immature, and the lines are a little stiff, which can't be regarded as a top-notch work."

Having said that, looking at his suddenly lit up eyes and the small expression on his face, how could the students of Jiangnan Academy not see their husband's duplicity?

"I like it clearly."

Rong Gongzi muttered.

Yang Yuying twitched the corners of her mouth.

What Mr. Song snatched back from Qiu Ying's hand turned out to be the draft when she was practicing painting, and even the stains that got on her after eating were there.

His eyes fell on Guo Wenping, who was standing beside Qiu Ying, bowing his head and not saying a word, and Yang Yuying was immediately clear.

I'm afraid that I didn't care much about leaving the Guo family, and I lost some manuscript paper.

Does Guo Wenping know how to paint?

Yang Yuying touched Xia Xiaoxue in the sea of knowledge, Xia Xiaoxue looked up at her, her face was still a little wooden, but she looked much better than before.

She was stunned for a long time, shook her head stiffly, and nodded again.

Yang Yuying has flipped through Xia Xiaoxue's relevant memories.

Painting, Guo Wenping is sure, he has been studying for many years, and he likes to go to a literary meeting, and all his skills are lit up.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he knows.

Of course, I am not proficient in the same.

Tongping Town can only occupy a small point at most on the map of the south of the Yangtze River, so small places, cultural and educational aspects are also relatively backward, and the level of local students is very average.

Guo Wenping is just the same local level.

Yang Yuying became curious for a while, what did Guo Wenping think?

Painting is no better than article poetry, article poetry and wonderful hands have to say, there are countless celebrities who only make a good article in their lives.

snatched the articles and poems of others, and did not let people grasp the handle, and the possibility of exposure was relatively low.

Talent is important, but as long as a painter paints a perfect work that can move people, even if he is drunk, he can still splash ink, and if he is inspired, he will not be bad.

Stealing someone else's painting, if you were asked to paint another one, would you really be able to paint it?

No matter how much it looks like it, it's not yours, if you can confuse the real with the fake, then even if only the master of fraud can do it.

With Guo Wenping's ability, as long as he imitates Yang Yuying's paintings, he will definitely be exposed within three strokes.

Even if he doesn't show his stuff, he can't sit back and watch him deceive Mr. Song.

What does Guo Wenping think?

He just had a hot brain and didn't think about anything.

And he didn't know that the painting was from 'Xia Xiaoxue', how could he have thought of it? In his eyes, there has never been Xia Xiaoxue.

Standing in front of the library building of Jiangnan Academy at this moment, the whole person was a little confused.

Wang Tian was happy for him, and lowered his voice and said, "Wait a good time, my master doesn't like Mr. Song, you can't be disrespectful to others." ”

Guo Wenping was silent.

Wang Tian thought he was nervous, and silently shook his wrist, "Don't worry, Mr. Song is serious, but he is very talented, maybe he will recommend you to enter the school today, and you don't have to take the assessment again." ”

He felt that Brother Guo had bad luck in the exam, and every time he had an accident, it would be great if he could enroll in school early.

Guo Wenping was so nervous that his back stiffened.

He never imagined that Mr. Qiu couldn't wait to bring him over to show off.

He thought that he still had time, as long as he had a little time, he would be able to practice his painting skills, otherwise he would be able to say that his wrist was injured, and it would be okay if he was not good at painting, and he could delay for a while, and he didn't like to draw very much, so that no one forced him, and he could naturally get through this time.

When he worships under Qiu Yingmen, or enters a famous academy, he spends all his energy on his studies, so what can he do if he doesn't paint?

It won't be long before everyone's attention is on what to draw!

But now, he couldn't help but be nervous.

Guo Wenping couldn't help but meditate, let him pass this level, he stood quietly, maybe Mr. Qiu, Mr. Song, would not notice him!

But how is that possible?

Qiu Ying looked at Guo Wenping's gaze, like a miser staring at the gold coins that had fallen into his bowl.

Song Ran's eyes also brought out a lot of appreciation.

"You're good, you draw brilliantly."

Guo Wenping's head was hot, and he couldn't say the taste of pleasure boiling in his heart.

When did he receive such respect?

The pride of the heavens in Jiangnan Academy were all looking at him, looking at him with eyes full of admiration.

Rong Gongzi looked at Yang Yuying's ear: "Look at Guo Wenping's face, he seems to be very proud?" ”

Yang Yuying puffed out her cheeks and whispered, "I hope you don't get too complacent!" ”

Before the words fell, Song Ran walked in front of Guo Wenping in two steps and said softly: "What happened later?" ”

Guo Wenping was stunned.

Song Ran frowned: "They won?" ”

Guo Wenping was ignorant.

Song Ran waited stubbornly for a moment, and suddenly turned back to stare at Qiu Ying: "You don't allow him to say it?" Why are you so stingy. ”

Qiu Ying choked, his eyebrows jumped, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he recalled the way he looked when he was showing off his dry mouth just now.

He endured it, glanced at Guo Wenping out of the corner of his eye, and snorted: "Don't tell him yet, let this old boy be stingy, where will I put my face?" ”