Holding his arms, He Ping said in a weird manner: "Come, let's take a look, how powerful classmate Qin Jiu is!" ”

The classmates were already eager to try it on the side, but they didn't dare to move because of He Ping's obscenity.

As soon as He Ping gave the order, everyone rushed over, surrounding Qin Jiu and the drawing board in the middle.

Cheng Yu originally wanted to stop this gamble, but seeing that the wood was already in the boat, he was helpless.

Worried in her heart, she separated a few students and squeezed into the crowd and put the pencil into Qin Jiu's hand.

"Don't rush, take your time and pay attention to the perspective relationship. With this pencil, it's easy to rub! ”

Qin Jiu looked at the two pens in his hand, tried the feel at the angle of the sketch paper, and put the pencil down in the end.

Cheng Yu was about to say anything more, but He Ping had already grabbed her arm.

"Teacher Cheng, this is a gamble between me and Qin Jiu, you'd better not get involved!"

At this time, Qin Jiu had already raised his right hand holding the charcoal, and all his eyes were focused on her fingertips.

The thin fingers of the shallots pinched the charcoal, and lightly swiped across the sketch paper, leaving a crooked curve.

"Poof-" He Ping laughed out loud, "Drawing a cube can draw curves, Teacher Cheng, your student is really a 'genius'!"

All around, there was laughter.

Cheng Yu frowned: "This is not finished yet, what is Teacher He anxious about?" ”

A cube, if you draw it carefully, is not impossible to draw.

"Okay, good, draw slowly, save the time when you lose and say I'm a bully!"

He Ping sneered, took out his mobile phone and walked out of the crowd to reply to a student's parent's WeChat.

Qin Jiu in front of the drawing board was unmoved, still painting unhurriedly at her pace.

The charcoal rubs against the paper, making a rustling sound.

With her movements, blocks of color, dark or light, soon appeared on the drawing paper.

This piece of black, that piece of gray, looks completely disorganized, tantamount to a child's graffiti.

Cheng Yu saw it in his eyes, and his brows furrowed.

After the crowd, He Ping's protégé Song Ruo pouted.

"I said this classmate, we are short on time and have heavy tasks, if you can't draw it, forget it, don't waste our time, okay?"

"It's like, what kind of thing you draw."

"You know what, it's called abstract graffiti!"

……

There was another burst of laughter.

Qin Jiu's expression was still as calm as ever.

The movements of the hands are noticeably faster by a few points.

After applying the last block of color, she raised her right hand and swiped the charcoal across the paper with her charcoal wide open, beginning to fill in the lines and middle tones.

A miracle happened!

With her movements, the black-and-gray blocks that seemed meaningless just now instantly became different.

Cheng Yu looked at the table where the gypsum blocks were placed, and a pair of eyes lit up suddenly.

The black one is the one on the table who knows which one of her classmates drank the leftover Coke, the dark gray is the book she put on the table, and the light gray is the crumpled blue flannel on the table......

She painted not just plaster cubes, but the whole tabletop.

Gradually getting used to the feel of charcoal, Qin Jiu drew faster and faster.

Pinching the charcoal with his pink fingers, he drew quickly.

The picture on the sketch paper is becoming more and more specific and distinct.

The details of the corners of the plaster cube, the undulating and soft texture of the blue flannel, and the halo of the sun reflecting off the Coke bottle......

It looks like a child's casual smudgering, but it depicts the most delicate texture.

All around, the mocking smiles of the students froze at the corners of their lips, turning into unconcealed shock.