It is filled with a sense of contradiction between form and spirit, which looks weird.

But because of this sense of contradiction, it gave him an unprecedented experience.

In painting, whether in the past or present life, Ren Yan has seen a lot of paintings, and even he can draw two strokes.

But in terms of this picture, it is definitely the most wonderful picture he has ever felt:

"Yeah, it's very charming."

Ren Yan nodded.

Zhang Ting's eyes lit up:

"Yes, right, I think so!"

"You must be talented, and you can definitely go a long way in this regard."

As she said that, she took out her cell phone and wanted to contact her teacher and sent a recommendation to Zheng Chen:

"I'll call my teacher now and ask him to see if he can teach Zheng Chen."

However, just as she was about to make a call, Ren Yan interrupted the other party with a chuckle:

"Sister, let's not talk about whether your phone has any signal."

"Just talking about such an important matter, don't you ask this kid's opinion?"

As he said that, Ren Yan pointed to Zheng Chen who was embarrassed.

Being praised by these two elders in person.

Well, it was the first time in my life.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ting's face turned red, she smiled slightly, and put away her phone with a little embarrassment:

"Oh, I forgot we're still on the sea now."

Ren Yan continued to shake his fingers and spoke with a little question: "And, aren't you studying medicine in college?"

"Why are there art teachers again?"

After the words finished, Ren Yan saw Zhang Ting smiled freely:

"Hey, didn't my uncle tell you? I wanted to try everything in college."

"What is an art teacher? I have also learned Taekwondo~"

Upon hearing this, everyone on the Nine Classes watched were all cold in their hearts. Thinking of the fact that they had with their master's wife before, they suddenly felt a little grateful.

Fortunately, my master's wife has a good temper

Immediately, they looked at Ren Yan with sympathy.

Ren Yan raised his eyebrows and glared at everyone in Class 9.

What do you think of your eyes?

Are your teachers the kind of person who is afraid of a girl?!

But immediately, he also had a stomachache.

Forgotten Zhang Ting is also a person who can't stay idle.

After getting the answer, Ren Yan was too lazy to worry about this question anymore, and turned his attention to the painting.

Then, he saw a creature on the deck of the ninth shift in the painting.

Big squid.

Seeing this, Ren Yan felt a little moved and looked at Zheng Chen:

"Did you completely imagine this painting or copy it?"

"There are imaginations and copying." Zheng Chen answered truthfully: "The things on the picture are copied, but they feel that they are understood by themselves."

"So, you copied this squid?" Ren Yan pointed to the squid on the picture.

Zheng Chen nodded: "Well, what I saw just now is there."

After saying that, Zheng Chen pointed out.

However, as the rain gradually became heavier, the squid had been blocked by layers of rain, and Ren Yan did not see it in real life.

But he didn't care too much, and instead looked at Zheng Chen with encouragement:

"If you still want to draw, continue painting."

“The painting is very good, and he is a talented person.”

"And our voyage has just begun, and you can draw a complete set of your experiences."

"You heard it just now, Sister Ting has resources."

"If the drawings behind you are really good and you have grown up, maybe Sister Ting can help you a lot."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Chen nodded first, then curled his lips and whispered:

"My teacher obviously wanted to help directly just now, why do you have any requirements?"

But because of the close distance, Ren Yan still heard these words clearly.

He raised his eyebrows and said for granted: "Nonsense!"

"Everything is a waste to you?"

"You Sister Ting can help you contact the teacher, but at least you have to make yourself worthy of your Sister Ting."

"If you slacken in time, then the one who loses will be your sister Ting's character."

"Do you understand if you put your heart in mind~"

"Your Sister Ting is so kind to you, but you just cheated on others like this?"

Hearing this, Zheng Chen twitched his lips, looking a little embarrassed.

Ren Yan smiled indifferently, and lined up on Zheng Chen's shoulders again, and said earnestly:

"And the most important thing is that you have to find a style that suits you."

"Now it seems that you are very suitable for painting in such an "extreme" environment."

"so!"

"For you to continue better, should you practice horse stance again first~"

"Otherwise, you will have to take a break for a long time after painting this time, and everyone will do it~"

"You said yes~"

Looking at Ren Yan's smile on his face, he looked at the powerful hand that was placed on his shoulder.

Zheng Chen suddenly felt a little regretful.

You said you're fine and why are you talking about it ~

Now, others should learn skills first when learning painting.

Why did he change to stance first when he got here?

Is this what a serious painter should do?

Zheng Chen's face gradually became exciting.

The students around them are also complimented:

"Okay! The first horse stance painter is about to be born in our class!"

"To be honest, a few years later, a gangster may not be able to beat a painter. You have to ask why this is~"

"Because this painting has been practicing martial arts since childhood."

"Well, it's hard to determine which one is the main business~~"

During the chat, the cabin was filled with laughter again.

Outside the cabin, there was still lightning and thunder, but inside the cabin, there was a bit of warmth.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Ting also had a smile on her eyes, and then she looked at Ren Yan:

"Then Zheng Chen, will I take him to enlightenment first?"

Ren Yan nodded, then looked at Zhang Ting with a funny look:

"No, I'm very puzzled. Where did you get this kind of vitality? It's too late for others to hide from this."

"You're fine, hurry up~"

Zhang Ting smiled, her eyes were sly:

"Don't you think this is fun?"

‘Funny.’ Ren Yan’s smile suddenly became a little stiff.

The climate of the ocean is indeed unpredictable.
To be continued...