After successfully joining the club, Han Shuang followed the steps of Zheng Ze and Song Ming and went to the event site.

The so-called event site is in a room in the middle of the club.

It's just two steps away.

It's also not appropriate to say it's a room, because this room has a lot of space.

At least more than 300 square meters, it looks like a small warehouse.

There were about fifty or sixty students in it, and each student had a triangular sketchpad in front of them.

Han Shuang was stunned again.

Quietly asked Zheng Ze: "Zheng Ze, can you draw without a drawing board?" ”

Zheng Ze: "......"

"Big brother, you don't just don't have a drawing board! Do you have a paintbrush? Do you have drawing paper? ”

Han Shuang shook his head and asked him casually, "Do you have one?" Can you lend me a favorite? ”

Zheng Ze's face was speechless.

What did you come here for?

You're not here for a sketching event, are you?

But you don't bring anything, draw a picture of a fart!

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, Zheng Ze said slowly: "I have extra brushes and paper, I can borrow you, but there is only one drawing board, and I still have to paint!" ”

Han Shuang frowned: "You can still paint?" ”

Zheng Ze gritted his back molars and said, "Isn't this nonsense!" Yan Ling has been teaching me for several months, and I've already started it! At least better than you!

Okay, I won't tell you, I'll go talk to Yan Ling first, and see if I can have a meal alone in the evening....."

Saying that, Zheng Zema slipped away to a girl in front of him, although he changed his clothes, but looking at the back, it should be Yan Ling.

I don't know what they talked about, but seeing Yan Ling slowly turning his head, his gaze swept randomly, and when he saw Han Shuang, his gaze froze, revealing a hint of surprise.

Then, Yan Ling and Bai Qingqing walked over to Han Shuang together with the girls who had dinner yesterday.

Zheng Ze, who was following him, looked helpless and kept shrugging his shoulders to Han Shuang.

It seems to show his innocence.

Han Shuang was even more confused, didn't you go to ask Yan Ling to have dinner at night?

Why are they coming towards me?

Several girls stopped at a distance of two meters from Han Shuang, and they lined up quite imposingly.

Yesterday's girl in yellow took the lead and said with a smile: "Han Shuang, you really dare to come to fight!" ”

Han Shuang understood their purpose, and he should have provoked himself next.

At the moment, he replied lightly: "I have always been a person who rises to the challenge, yesterday your blow made me insomnia, in order to make you insomnia, so, I came." ”

"Wow~~Wow!"

Bai Qingqing's expression was very exaggerated, and she said with a smile: "Han Shuang, what kind of confidence can make you say such a thing?" Just because you won that third prize in high school? ”

The atmosphere of confrontation quickly attracted the attention of the other painters, who asked, "Qingqing, what's going on?" Who is this handsome guy? Why haven't I seen it before? ”

Compared to Yan Ling, who also knew to leave a step for Han Shuang, Bai Qingqing was not used to him at all.

For some reason, she was extremely disgusted with Han Shuang's ignorant behavior!

I don't even have a good impression of him personally.

At that moment, he said to everyone: "Let me tell you what's going on, this guy who learns to arrange music claims to have a great talent for painting, and it's not just sketching!" Whether it is Chinese painting, oil painting, gouache, sketching, landscape, he said that he has talent! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other.

Looking at Han Shuang, his eyes were full of suspicion.

Due to the incomplete information, coupled with Han Shuang's calm and confident expression, even if he thought he was bragging, no one spoke out.

It's just that his expression reveals his own strong suspicion!

This guy ..... Is he really an all-round genius?

And Bai Qingqing didn't think it was a big deal and then coaxed: "Let me tell you two more points, this handsome guy who claims to have all-round talent hasn't held a paintbrush for three years, and he also won the third prize in the campus painting competition in high school!" ”

Among the two 'three' words, Bai Qingqing bites the words very heavily, lest others not be able to hear her meaning.

Now everyone can hear it, this good-looking guy is bragging!

Not to mention being wasted for three years, even if it is given to you for another three years, can you break through the all-round painting department to the third level?

Dare to claim to have all-round talent, just say, isn't this bragging?

"Holy! Where did this man come from? Is it really what he said such crazy words? ”

"It's normal! How can you say such a thing that does not know the height of the sky? ”

"Qingqing, how much do you know him? Isn't there anything mentally ...... Obstacles, right? ”

"Boy, do you know what all-around talent means? Do you know how many levels our president has only gotten? How dare you say such a big thing? Aren't you afraid of the wind flashing your tongue? ”

......

Listening to the teasing and blows one after another, even Han Shuang, who has always been indifferent, couldn't help but feel angry.

looked at Zheng Ze and said, "Where are you selling drawing boards?" ”

"I'll go! Even if it's your first time at an event, don't you know that you need to bring a drawing board with you? ”

"I wonder if he can draw now? Why is there no common sense at all? ”

"Boy, don't blame me for speaking badly, before the event starts, hurry back! This is not a place for you to come to, you know? ”

Not everyone is crowding out Han Shuang, seeing Han Shuang so lonely and helpless also stimulated the desire to protect the two girls.

"What are you doing? Is it just bullying newcomers? ”

"That's it! Those words are all said by Bai Qingqing alone, how can you listen to one side? What if what she said was true? As for hitting people like this? Be careful I tell the president! ”

I don't know if it's because of the last sentence, the male painters who hit the hardest suddenly scratched their scalps.

The look in his eyes was a little uncomfortable.

"It's gone, and there's two minutes left for the event to begin."

"The rookie wants to slay the dragon, hehe! Boy, let me see your work later, don't let me down! ”

"I haven't touched a paintbrush for three years, what else can I feel?"

"That's it, I don't have high requirements for him, just don't draw abstract sketches!"

At this time, Yan Lingzhong quietly ran back from the front again, with a small portable sketchpad in his arms.

Chong Han Shuang said: "Don't be angry with Qingqing, this is my usual sketchpad, you can make do with it first!" ”

After hesitating, Han Shuang still reached out and took it, first said thank you, and then said, "I'm sorry, I may not be angry with Bai Qingqing." ”

Yan Ling, who had already turned around, turned his head again after hearing this.

A slightly funny puzzled expression.

Fortunately, Zheng Ze was busy preparing for the preliminary work and didn't see this scene, otherwise, he would probably not be in the mood to paint at all.

Han Shuang had just put an eight-carat piece of paper for sketching on the drawing board, and a middle-aged man walked up to the podium, holding a pair of rolling paper similar to a painting scroll in his hand.

The middle-aged man spoke: "Although most people are familiar with me, for the sake of the new classmates who have just joined the group, I would like to introduce myself!" My name is Chai Yinbo, I am a teacher in the Department of Fine Arts and Painting, and my main direction is drawing.

Entrusted by Jieyu students, he presided over this sketching activity, aiming to investigate the students' sketching skills. Although there is no prize money in this event, students with good grades can participate in the Liangzhou Sketch Competition to be held in Jizhou next month with Jieyu students.

Okay, that's all I have to say, and now I'll show you the material to be painted. ”

As he spoke, Chai Yinbo spread out the roll paper in his hand and put it into a light box.

It turned out to be a character sketch, and it was a beautiful woman!

When the scroll was unfolded, there was a burst of exclamations from the scene!

"Wow! I even want to describe the president! ”

"This photo of the president is so cool! If I can't draw it well, will I be criticized by the president! ”

"Haha, today I can finally depict the goddess of Jieyu!"

"Don't stop me! I must portray the president as an ugly monster and avenge her criticism of me last time! ”

Listening to the shouts in his ears, Han Shuang frowned.

He came up with two messages, the beauty in the light box is called Jieyu.

This Jieyu is also the president of the painting club.。

Chai Yinbo smiled: "Okay, okay, everyone keep quiet, submit the work before school, don't forget to sign it." ”

With that, he walked away.

Even if there was no supervision, there was not a single sound of disobedience at the scene.

Either the scraping sound of a sharpened pencil or the rustle of a paintbrush rubbing against the paper.

This sound is a bit noisy to outsiders, but for these painters, it is likely to be inspiration.

Because they listen to these sounds a lot, they already have some kind of reaction.

Han Shuang also stopped inking, and called the system in his heart: System, I want to exchange for god-level painting skills!