"Flowey!"

At that moment, a gentle voice rang in his ears.

Hua Qianshu raised her head blankly, and when she saw Teacher Meng, the whole person instantly seemed to come to life, and a burst of surprise flashed across her face, "Teacher, why are you here?"

Meng Nan looked at him with a smile, "If I don't come, are you going to leave it like this?"

Hua Qianshu's face suddenly showed a sneering expression.

"That, teacher, I'm afraid ......"

"You're afraid of a hammer!"

Meng Nan shouted, "Hua Qianshu, are you going to carry the name of a waste like this, and you won't be able to hold your head up for the rest of your life?"

Teacher Meng's tone was very heavy, like a hammer that smashed heavily on Hua Qianshu's heart.

Rubbish?

yes, do I really want to be a waste for the rest of my life, and I will never be able to hold my head up and be a human being?

No!

Never!

Hua Qianshu raised her head suddenly, looked at Teacher Meng, and her face turned red: "No!

"Then you prove yourself, now is a good opportunity," Meng Nan said in a deep voice, "Go to the stage, defeat your opponents, and prove that you are not a waste!"

"But ......" Hua Qianshu glanced at Zhao Feng, a handsome young man standing proudly in the ring, and suddenly he had no confidence, he knew this young man, when he was kicked out of the art academy, Zhao Feng suddenly rose to prominence and became famous overnight.

Hearing his words, even Dean Lin praised him.

With his half-baked painting skills, can he beat Zhao Feng?

"Don't be, it's like a girl!" Meng Nan scolded angrily, "In a word, are you on or not?"

"I ......" Hua Qianshu hesitated, "I'm afraid I won't be able to win against him." ”

Meng Nan was furious, and slapped Hua Qianshu on the head, "Look at your appearance! What are you afraid of, do you have anything else to lose? If you don't try, how do you know that you can't do it? I don't even dare to go to the ring, don't say it's my student when I go out in the future, I can't afford to lose this person!"

Hua Qianshu looked at the angry Teacher Meng, and a burst of warmth swelled in his heart, and suddenly, he felt that he really had to think too much, wasn't it just a game?

At this time, the audience in the audience had already waited a little impatiently, and they all shouted at the top of their voices.

"What's the matter, since no one came, it was Zhao Feng who won!"

"The guy who doesn't even dare to go to the ring is a well-known waste!"

"What are you waiting for, referee, announce the results quickly!"

In the midst of the uproar, the referee on the stage stood up with a calm face and said in a deep voice: "In this game, because Hua Qianshu did not show up, he automatically abstained, so the winner of this game is ......"

Zhao Feng on the stage laughed proudly, he was so lucky that he won the game directly.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, an eager voice rang out in the audience.

The smile on Zhao Feng's face froze, and when he looked closely, he saw a young man in blue, jumping and landing steadily in the ring.

"Flower Thousand Trees?" Zhao Feng gritted his teeth.

In the ring, Hua Qianshu turned around, looked directly at Zhao Feng, and said with a smile, "Zhao Feng, it's been a long time, I still remember Young Master Ben, it's not bad!"

"Hua Qianshu, it's really you waste, even if you are kicked out of the art academy, do you want to come back and be embarrassed?"

"Shame?" Hua Qianshu smiled, a fierce look on his face, "Lao Tzu came back this time, he smashed the field!"

"Haha," Zhao Feng seemed to have heard a big joke, and leaned back with laughter, "Smashing the field?"

"It's a different time than ever, keep your dog's eyes open and wait and see!"

In the ring, the two suddenly began to fight each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this time, the audience also reacted, and someone who recognized Hua Qianshu suddenly shouted: "I wiped it, it turned out to be him!"

"It seems that the rumors are not wrong, the group of waste materials that were driven to the repeating class by the major branches really came to participate in the big and competition. ”

"Damn, what do you want to do with all this waste, to give everyone points?"

"Who knows, it's not shameful enough, right?"

“......”

"Shhhh

The referee dressed in black saw that Hua Qianshu finally appeared at the last moment, and his face softened slightly, and the most despised by him was the student who escaped from the battle.

He stood on the stage, looked at the two extraordinary teenagers standing on both sides, and attracted the attention of the audience with a clear cough, and then said: "The title of this fight painting is: Strong." You have a pillar of incense to paint, use your artwork to express this theme, and now, the competition begins!"

As the referee's voice fell, the two people who were originally facing each other in the ring suddenly turned pale and became serious.

Douhua needs to complete the best work within the allotted time, and not a single minute or second can be wasted.

The two of them took out their painting tools almost at the same time, and their movements were fast.

Zhao Feng's movements are quite skillful, and his gestures are full of elegance, only to see that he has placed his drawing board, and then takes out the paint, and mixes the colors he needs to use as quickly as possible.

Then Zhao Feng did not hesitate at all, moved his pen like flying, and drew quickly on the paper.

Looking at his free-spirited appearance, it seems that he already has a draft.

On the other hand, Hua Qianshu immediately frowned when she heard the question announced by the referee, "Strong?

His mind was spinning, and he couldn't put pen to paper.

Based on this alone, the painting skills of the two seem to be superior.

Time was passing slowly, and Hua Qianshu held the brush in his hand, stunned.

Suddenly, there was a soft snap from the opposite side, and then Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I've finished drawing!"

Hua Qianshu was startled, and when she looked up, the pillar of incense on the sidelines had burned to a small half!

And he hasn't started writing yet.

What to do?

The audience also began to laugh at this time, "Haha, you see how stupid he is, holding a paintbrush, and he doesn't know what to paint." ”

"Damn, he still wants to hand in a blank paper, what's the difference between this and abstention?"

Zhao Feng looked at the work he had completed, nodded with satisfaction, and then raised his head and looked at Hua Qianshu's blank drawing board, with a sneering expression on his face.

"Compared with the young master, you are far from this waste!"

"To win you, the young master only has three points of effort, which is enough!"

At this moment, Hua Qianshu's eyes on the opposite side suddenly lit up, and the next moment, he moved!

I saw Huahua's face solemn, and the right hand holding the pen waved it out firmly.

His movements were fast, and his right hand was already so fast that it turned into an afterimage.

Brush Brush Brush!

The tip of the pen falls on the drawing board, leaving a crisp sound.

Fly with your pen!

"Yes, that's it!"

With the rotation of the nib, Hua Qianshu's heart swelled with unprecedented happiness.

The pillar of incense on the sidelines became less and less, and soon, it burned out, and the last bit of ash fell.

"It's time!"

The referee's voice resounded throughout the audience, and almost at the same time, Hua Qianshu drew the last stroke, and then exhaled heavily.

It's finally too late!