The sun is shining and the breeze is warm.

Lin Mengyi, who was wearing a white slim skirt, smiled sweetly, and her cute ponytail was like a flower fairy coming out of the mountains, and the pure white made people's hearts pound.

Zhu Zinan swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and drew seriously.

He still has a bit of a foundation, one hook and one drawing, very skillful, and soon Lin Mengyi's pretty appearance, eight points have jumped on the paper.

"Well, Zhu Shao's skills are really good, this pencil, once it is in his hand, it is better than a camera."

Wei Ping was beside him and admired happily.

"Zhou Xiaojie, what do you say?"

Wei Ping knew that among these people, Zhou Xiaojie was undoubtedly the best in terms of real strength, so he immediately asked with a smile.

"Of course, Zhu Shao's painting skills are a hundred times better than mine, amazing, amazing."

Zhou Xiaojie smiled against his will.

Zhu Zinan did draw Lin Mengyi's form, but the smart and lively charm did not show a point, and from a professional point of view, it is undoubtedly a garbage work.

"Phew!"

"There's a minute left, Gardenia, I'm done."

Zhu Zinan shook the pencil chic and smiled proudly.

He looked at his paintings, and the more he looked at them, the more beautiful they felt, definitely beyond any of his previous paintings.

At this level, abusing Qin Yi, a hillbilly, isn't it the same as playing?

Everyone looked at Qin Yi, and he sat in front of Lin Mengyi's drawing board, unmoving like an old monk in a fixed state.

"Haha, there's one minute left, you kid won't be scared, you want to admit defeat, right?"

Zhu Zinan couldn't help laughing when he saw that Qin Yi didn't even move his pen.

"This person, that is, he can play tricks, what else is he pretending, hurry up and jump into the stream, and be the king."

Wei Ping echoed.

"What's the hurry, isn't the time coming yet?"

Qin Yi closed his eyes and smiled.

"Hehe, okay, I'll see how long this force can be pretended!"

Zhu Zinan said angrily.

Qin Yi's strange behavior made even Lin Mengyi a little puzzled.

Is he really just a frivolous, clever man?

He is a good hand, but he has no real talent to learn.

There is a minute left, how to draw, is he going to admit defeat?

No, no!

He is not an ordinary person, he is by no means the kind of person who easily admits defeat, he is a master in the ancient style painting.

He's not going to lose!

Lin Mengyi believed in her intuition, even if it was just a beautiful conjecture, she was willing to believe that Qin Yi would definitely create a miracle.

"Brother Qin, there are thirty seconds left, you are a crash maker, and you have to start writing."

Zhou Xiaojie reminded carefully.

He had ever seen the fastest man to draw a sketch in twenty seconds with a few strokes.

But could this eccentric young man be such a master?

"Remind me when there are three seconds left."

Qin Yi still didn't move, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was reminiscing about the supreme good times.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

Zhou Xiaojie looked at his watch and nervously reported the time.

Can you make a painting in three seconds?

Maybe only the gods can do it.

Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, and they wanted to know how Qin Yi could draw a work that surpassed Zhu Zinan in three seconds.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Yi rolled up his sleeves and picked up the pencil between his two fingers.

Then, he smiled lightly at Lin Mengyu.

Qin Yi moved!

Two fingers are flying on the paper like a phantom!

No one could see exactly how his pen moved, too fast!

Even if you scribble, you can't have such a pen speed.

Zhu Zinan blinked, and when he came back to his senses, a wonderful black and white painting had suddenly appeared.

The morning light, the breeze, the mountains and the water, all jumped on the paper, and even the fish swimming in the stream were vivid.

It seems that this original world is the black and white color of heaven and earth.

The monotony is full of life.

Lin Mengyi's sweet smile, sunny eyes, and slender figure are all wonderful!

It's like a black and white space that has always lived on this piece of paper.

Everyone who sees this painting will feel that she is living there, and the warmth that comes to her face penetrates the bottom of her heart.

This, this!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Zhu Zinan and Wei Ping would definitely have thought that this was a trick that Qin Yi had drawn in advance and made temporarily.

A second into a painting, and even light and shadow?

No matter how good a painter is, it takes at least 30 minutes to express the content of the painting, let alone paint with such charm.

"Heavens!"

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"A second into a painting."

Zhu Zinan covered his forehead and shouted incredible.

"Damn, this kid is really a fucking god."

"I can't see it, there are two brushes."

Wei Ping was also confused.

"Not only is there two brushes, Wu Daozi is reincarnated, I'm afraid it's just that."

Zhou Xiaojie sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Fuck, shut up!"

Zhu Zinan came back to his senses and glared at Zhou Xiaojie fiercely, so frightened that he hurriedly swallowed all the words of praise.

"Qin Yi, what's the matter, what's wrong?"

When the time came, Lin Mengyu ran over quickly and asked nervously.

When her gaze fell on Qin Yi's painting, she couldn't believe her eyes.

Is this really Qin Yi's drawing in a second?

What she cares about is not how good Qin Yi paints and how fast he paints.

Rather, it is the eyes in the painting, which are translucent and filled with gray color.

Like a happy bird, imprisoned in a cage, desperately in need of freedom and breathing.

This person actually saw her heart.

In an instant, Lin Mengyu burst into tears.

I don't know why, she looked at the expressive self in the painting, and then looked at Qin Yi's clear eyes.

She felt like she had spent an unforgettable love affair with him.

She didn't know, and she didn't want to know what had happened to him, what a thrilling love affair it was.

However, at this moment, she can fantasize about countless romantic stories of herself and him.

What kind of person is this?

In order to meet for the first time, like a confidant, penetrate her heart and move her!

"Qin Yi, you won!"

Lin Mengyi cried with joy.

"This ......"

Zhu Zinan was speechless for a moment.

But he couldn't find any reason to refute it.

Qin Yi's painting skills are afraid that even his mentor Kuang Yuntong can't be compared, let alone him.

"Zhu Shao, please."

Qin Yi raised his hand and said.

"I'll go! Evil door! ”

Although Zhu Zinan is a gentleman, he is not bad, he didn't even take off his coat lazily, and plunged into the stream angrily.

Yang Tian exclaimed: "I am Wang Ba, I am Wang Ba, I am Wang Ba!" ”

After shouting three times, Zhu Zinan jumped ashore, wet all over, which was called a grievance.

"Look at what, hurry up and get clothes for Lao Tzu."

He was also angry and had nowhere to come out, and yelled at Wei Ping.