In the studio, it was so quiet that only the rustle of charcoal rubbing against the sketch paper remained.

Cheng Yu can't draw, and he doesn't know how many museums he has been to since he was a child, but he knows how to appreciate them.

The most commendable thing about this sketch in front of me is the composition.

The things on the table were originally a bit cluttered, and with her book, it just formed a balanced composition.

originally thought she was just letting it go, but now it seems that she obviously did it on purpose.

It seems to be a random framing, but it happens to be handled into the ratio of the golden section.

In the sketch, Qin Jiu did not copy everything in front of him, but handled the reality and reality, light and shade just right, so that the painting instantly had a temperament-

The temperament of a master!

It was obviously a student's work in front of him, but it gave Cheng Yu the feeling of standing in a museum to appreciate a masterpiece.

Sensing that the atmosphere was wrong, He Ping raised his face from the screen of his mobile phone.

He Ping was short and was blocked by several tall students, so he couldn't see the situation inside at all.

She lifted her toes and peered between the heads of several students.

Just one glance, and my jaw dropped.

From her distance, the drawings on the sketch paper were tantamount to huge black-and-white photographs printed.

From the proportion of lines, to the relationship between light and dark, the texture of different objects......

Even if she wanted to pick a bone in the egg, she couldn't find fault with it.

This...... How can it be?

She forcefully separated the students who were in front of her, rushed to the easel, and looked carefully.

This little girl who looks dull is so well drawn?

Putting the charcoal pen in his hand on the pen holder of the easel, Qin Jiu took the book on the table and clamped it in the crook of his arm.

"Teacher He, you lost."

"You ......" He Ping pursed his thick lips, turned his face and raised his hand to point at Cheng Yu's nose, "Cheng Yu, did you do it on purpose?" ”

Can someone who has never sketched be able to draw like this?

In He Ping's view, this is the double reed sung by the teacher and student.

Cheng Yu frowned: "What does Teacher He mean by this?"

"What do you mean?" He Ping raised his hand and touched Qin Jiu's painting, "Is this a painting that someone who sketches for the first time can draw?" Don't think I can't see it, you deliberately instructed her, deliberately dug a hole to make me jump in, right?! ”

Cheng Yu was speechless: "Teacher He, I am willing to lose the bet!" ”

apologized in front of the teachers and students of the school, where will her face be in the future?

"Humph!" He Ping snorted coldly, "Bet, what did I bet on?" ”

"You ......" Cheng Yu didn't think that this person was so thick-skinned, "How can you not believe your words, just now you clearly agreed with Qin Jiu, if she can draw a cube, she will apologize to us in front of the teachers and students of the whole school, and now ......"

"Say yes?" He Ping's small eyes slowly swept over the students around him, "Which of you heard?" ”

This sentence is full of threats.

The classmates still have to attend classes under her, even if they have a little justice in their hearts, they dare not speak out.

One by one, their faces hung down.

Cheng Yu was so angry that her face was flushed, her chest rose and fell, and she couldn't speak for a while.

Qin Jiu's gaze looked at the door through a few students.

"Director Song must have heard it after standing at the door for so long, right?"

Surname...... Director Song?

He Ping's heart tightened, he turned his face to look at the door, his eyes fell on Song Qi's face, and her lips trembled slightly.

originally thought that he was playing a trick, and the other party couldn't do anything about himself.

Unexpectedly, Song Qi was also there.

It was a critical period for the end of the semester to be excellent, and she couldn't leave a bad impression on him.

"Director Song, don't get me wrong, I'm ...... I'm just kidding, I'm willing to bet and lose, I'm willing to bet and lose! ”

Song Qi looked at Qin Jiu, and then at He Ping, looking confused.

"I just arrived, what are you betting on?!"

He Ping's small eyes instantly widened into two big.

To put it this way......

He Ping turned his face to look at Qin Jiu, his fat hands trembling like Parkinson's patients.

She was actually played with by a little girl?!