Han Shuang doesn't know if there is an idiom in this world, if there is, it is too suitable to describe Zheng Ze, a licking dog!

While everyone was concentrating on copying, he was the only one scratching his ears and cheeks.

frequently looked at the photo of the iceberg beauty in the light box, and there was a helpless look in her eyes that she didn't know where to start.

In order to have more opportunities to get in touch with Yan Ling, he joined the painting club without even thinking about it.

Then he begged Yan Ling to teach him to paint.

Yan Ling is a good teacher who is competent, but it's a pity that he is not a talented painter!

When Yan Ling was teaching, his eyes were either looking at her with a look on his face, or at her neck, thinking about things that could not be expressed in words.

It's almost like the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out.

Even after a few months of study, the skills of sketching have not yet reached the entry level.

Drawing a cup or a tree or a sky, these simple objects he can barely trace.

But in the face of high-definition portraits, he has nothing to do.

According to the portrait copying method that Yan Ling told him, he had a rough shape first.

Circle your head, shoulders, and body.

Then, from the inside out, use the brush to flesh out the characters little by little.

The steps are clear, the action of holding the pen is also very standardized, and the expression on the face is even more serious.

But the results that can be drawn are unbearable to look at.

The lips of the beautiful woman are obviously sexy and thin, but he painted the M-shape with thick lower lips.

Her towering Joan nose was drawn by him into a pointed nose from a comic.

The soft face that tends to be a goose egg is turned into a horse face by him.

What's even more ridiculous is the eyes.

Jieyu's eyes are the standard Danfeng eyes, especially the eyes in this picture, which are cold and a little domineering in the world.

But because Zheng Ze's painting skills are too shallow, let alone being able to draw five points of charm, even two points is a problem.

Directly painted a pair of dead fish eyes!

Not at all angry.

However, he drew quite quickly, and it took a little more than two hours to finish.

But looking at his paintings, and then looking at the materials in the light box, I couldn't help frowning deeply.

There is no problem with his eyes, these are obviously two completely unrelated works.....

But he kept muttering secretly: I think the painting is okay! What is the effect of this hanging sample?

It's too late to repaint, but if he hands in this sketch, he's worried that if he sees the cold president again, he won't be beaten up......

For a moment he hesitated.

Suddenly, he thought of Han Shuang.

This guy hasn't touched a paintbrush in a few years, and he's copying such a complex image, maybe he's not as good as himself!

Thinking of this, he was inexplicably in a much better mood.

This change of mood is very much in line with the psychological effect of the 'penultimate one'.

I'm not afraid that I'm not good, as long as someone is at the bottom, as long as I'm not the least good!

With nothing to do, he quietly turned his head and traced his gaze to Han Shuang in the last corner.

But seeing Han Shuang holding the brush and constantly turning in circles, his eyes sometimes aimed at the drawing board, sometimes at the light box, and sometimes turned his head to look out the window, as if he was ..... He also looked like he didn't know where to start.

Zheng Zele was happy.

This guy's drawing paper can't be a blank slate, right?

Under strong curiosity, Zheng Ze bent his waist and quietly walked towards Han Shuang.

Han Shuang is also bored!

It's been a long time since this was drawn, why hasn't Chai Yinbo come yet?

I don't know if I can turn in the paper in advance, I'm hungry......

Seeing Zheng Ze quietly walking towards him, with a thick smile on his face, Han Shuang was also very happy.

"Zheng Ze, have you finished drawing?"

Zheng Ze hurriedly made a 'shhh' move.

Han Shuang immediately realized that when painting, it is most taboo to talk loudly, it is easy to interrupt the rhythm and train of thought of others.

However, at this time, there was still half an hour before the end of school, and some painters were already stretching their waists, and they should have completed their homework.

The voice is lowered a little, and there is nothing to talk to.

Coming to Han Shuang, Zheng Ze patted Han Shuang's shoulder with a smile and said, "Han Shuang, I see how you ...... it."

When he said this, Zheng Ze's eyes were aimed at the drawing board.

The moment he saw the drawing paper, his eyes suddenly shrank, and his mouth subconsciously slowly opened wide, causing him to stop abruptly in the middle of his words.

After about three seconds of petrification of the shocked expression, an earth-shattering 'slum' resounded at the event site.

"it!!"

Han Shuang was frightened by this sudden high decibel level!

No way!

What kind of nerves does this Zheng Ze have!

He just signaled me not to speak loudly, why did he roar?

Isn't it just an ordinary sketch!

As for being so shocked?

"Han Shuang, why did you draw this?"

Zheng Ze grabbed Han Shuang's shoulders tightly with both hands and asked in a tone that was almost trembling.

Han Shuang subconsciously wanted to shrug his shoulders, but he was pressed to death by Zheng Ze, a licking dog, and he couldn't do it.

So he smiled and asked, "Did you still draw it?" ”

"! How is this possible! You..... Haven't you touched a paintbrush in years? ”

Zheng Ze's tone was not only trembling, but even his hands could see obvious trembling.

Seeing him holding a drawing board, his eyes staring at the characters on the drawing paper, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

With his shoulders unrestrained by Zheng Ze's hands, Han Shuang finally shrugged his shoulders as he wished, and said casually: "Talent!" Isn't it all like this? ”

Zheng Ze's howl had already attracted everyone's attention.

The students who had already completed their homework were suspicious, and the students who had almost not finished their homework had anger in their eyes.

However, as Zheng Ze picked up the drawing board and showed extremely shocking movements, everyone's brows were also furrowed.

What's going on?

Could it be that this guy who hasn't held a paintbrush for a few years has painted a work that shocks the world?

In this way, with great curiosity, people slowly gathered around.

Yan Ling ran to the front first, with a little excitement on his face.

Stretched out his hand and snatched the drawing board from Zheng Ze's hand.

"I'll see!"

When her gaze touched the figure on the canvas, an earthquake of magnitude 7.8 or higher also occurred in her eyes.

Then he covered his mouth with one hand, and looked at Han Shuang with his eyes, his eyes were full of shock!

In the next second, Bai Qingqing also saw this work, her eyes suddenly tightened, and she hurriedly snatched the drawing board from Yan Ling's hand, and after carefully observing it for a few seconds, she suddenly raised her head!

Staring at Han Shuang with her exaggerated version of Kazlan's big eyes, her expression of shock and extreme disbelief was overflowing.

Then, the sketchpad turned into the hands of others.

"it!"

"I'll go!"

"My day!"

"!"

Voices expressing shock and shock kept coming out of the crowd.

After looking at the drawing board, everyone made the same action, that is, their eyes widened and they stared at Han Shuang.

It's like looking at an alien.

In these eyes, there are shocks and shocks, doubts and doubts, and self-shame.....

When the sketchpad returned to Han Shuang's hands again, the audience was silent and the needles could be heard!

The culprit who caused this shocking scene, Han Shuang said that he was helpless.

Isn't it just a simple sketch!

As for all the fuss?

If you change to a more artistic and ornamental Chinese painting or oil painting, you are not allowed to kneel down and worship?

Huh!

He knew that from the moment the system came.

Pretending to be forced has become a norm.