Master Xianyu, who is also a well-known person in Hojing City, naturally knows a little about He Qianyao and knows that he is not just a scholar with a good family background.

Therefore, Master Xianyu did not support him at all, but personally cooperated on the side.

In this regard, He Qianyao expressed his gratitude very politely, and then gently hooked his lips at Luo Xingcen, who was already stupid.

His little girl, every time I see him, she looks like this.

If he hadn't known how shrewdly she looked like a little fox in front of others, he would have thought she was a pretty little fool.

He Qianyao picked up the brush, adjusted the color on the palette, squatted down, and held the pen.

A whole set of movements is like flowing water, although squatting, but in the eyes of everyone, He Qianyao seems to be the style of a master of Chinese painting.

Originally, because the commendation meeting was interrupted, some people who were slightly unhappy suddenly brightened up excitedly.

Just ask, before this, who had seen He Shao paint with his own eyes? I haven't even heard of it!

The air was completely quiet with He Qianyao's movements, and everyone held their breath and stared at the two at the entrance of the auditorium without blinking.

Holding his breath was for fear of making a noise, and not blinking was for fear that he would miss any detail.

Luo Xingcen's skirt below the waist was splashed with a lot of pieces, He Qianyao paused slightly, then smeared a few strokes on the original ink, and then sketched out some veins of lotus leaves, and then, added a few first lotuses with different postures.

Luo Xingcen looked at He Qianyao who was squatting in front of him, and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him, but he heard the man's clear voice sound low, as if whispering in his ear, "Don't move." ”

Luo Xingcen was startled, and understood that He Qianyao was helping him save the skirt, so he held his breath nervously and didn't dare to move.

Who knows, He Qianyao drew two more strokes, but suddenly stopped.

The crowd watching from behind craned their necks, wondering what was going on.

Even the few people who watched with relish on the side were full of suspicions.

Luo Xingcen bit his lower lip nervously...... Could it be that she just accidentally moved and affected it?

But seeing He Qianyao under the gaze of everyone, he sighed softly, raised his head, looked at Luo Xingcen, and said softly: "You relax, as long as you don't make a big move, it won't affect me." ”

His stupid girl, so stiff and tired and panicked.

The people behind couldn't hear He Qianyao's words, but Principal Ma, Master Xianyu, and Qin Mingyue, who were close at hand, were caught off guard and were stuffed with a mouthful of dog food......

He Qianyao drew very quickly.

It took less than two minutes...... When he stood up, Luo Xingcen's ink-stained white dress immediately turned into a work of art outlining the early summer lotus.

After He Qianyao stood up, he did not put down the pen, but smoothed the tip of the pen on the palette, and smeared a few strokes casually on his clothes with his backhand.

Soon, a budding first lotus appeared on the lapel on the left side of his suit.

In this way, how do his clothes and Luo Xingcen's current clothes look like couples......

The clothes of the two are obviously Western-style clothing, but they are painted with patterns rich in ancient Chinese charm, but this combination of Chinese and Western styles is perfectly integrated, but there is a sense of beauty blended.

Luo Xingcen looked at He Qianyao in surprise.

The shining stars in his eyes almost danced with joy.