The oil paintings, which are full of artistic conception, majestic and beautiful, have been altered with various pigments, and there are directly painted with a big fork, and some people have left a message:

[Plagiarism must be diss, for every more plagiarized work, there may be several original stops.] ]

[Jingwu, can you please stand up by yourself?] A dog looking for someone to replace the pen. ]

[I knocked the cp because you died!] Don't get involved, okay! ]

Yu Yin walked over and there were rows of paintings that Jing Wu had exhibited in the school magazine, but now they are unrecognizable.

What's even more incredible is that the origin of this incident is just a few words from the marketing account.

Some students saw the figures of Yu Yin and Min Ye, and immediately hurriedly made up two big crosses on the oil painting, and ran to hide in the crowd.

Yu Yin felt the change in the breathing of the people around her, she held Min Ye's hand, and scratched her fingertips a few times in his palm.

"Mr. Li, can you help me move the tools for painting?"

Without waiting for Teacher Li to answer, Min Ye turned around, and several black-clothed people appeared out of nowhere, and quickly ran towards the teacher's studio.

A few people walked forward, only to find that there were not only those who did damage, but also those who cleaned up the waste paintings.

Yu Yin saw the young man in the crowd at a glance, his face was not healing, and the gentle temperament on his body was a little more sharp, but he looked like he was not losing his demeanor, his white shirt was clean and neat, and the whole person was out of place with those noisy crowds.

He seemed to be saying something to the people around him, and Yu Yin looked over to see that there were more than a dozen people cleaning the oil paintings.

On the other side, there were also a few unruly-looking students who were being watched by his roommates sitting on the bench and not allowed to leave.

Ding Jiachen felt that there was a gaze towards him, and he raised his eyes to look through the crowd, and his eyes were full of women in blue casual clothes.

He opened his lips and called her silently: "Jingwu." ”

Min Ye's face suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and Ding Jiachen immediately avoided looking at it.

"Huh." Min Ye snorted coldly, holding Yu Yin's hand and walking towards Ding Jiachen.

The bodyguards placed the painting tools on the playground runway, and everyone took the painting tools as the center of the circle and surrounded them, and they all prepared to watch the show.

"The weather is also good today, I'll make a sub-painting for you."

Yu Yin smiled gently, some of the students who watched the graffiti had lowered their heads and secretly regretted it, and some of them had already developed fear in their hearts when they saw the principal and the head of the department.

There were also people in the crowd, shouting: "Don't just say and don't do it, I don't believe you can draw, if you can, I will run ten laps in the playground upside down." ”

Seeing this, the principal hurriedly whispered to the head of the department and asked him to lower the person from the tree, and he didn't know how the little madman Min could easily pull the rope by himself.

The playground was windy, hot and dry, but no one paid any attention to it.

They stared intently at the drawing board, the woman was quick to write, the colors were dark and the composition was bold, and some students went from frowning to amazed to ashamed.

The style of Impressionism is very abstract, but students can see the irony of Yu Yin in this painting.

Like a chaotic release, everyone did everything they could imagine malice, all aimed at one person, at their professor.

Some students who watched the excitement stood aside and couldn't help but applaud: "What about the brother who said to run upside down?" Don't leave. ”

The delicate female voice also catered to it: "This painting can be collected when it is hung out, right?" The upside-down buddy came out for a run. ”

Many people were already quietly preparing to slip away in the middle of Yuyin's painting, but they didn't expect the playground door to be locked.

Min Ye held Yu Yin and swept towards everyone with a faint expression.