Zhuxian Academy has two classes in the morning, each class lasts half an hour, and is usually taught by one teacher.

In the first class, the teacher mainly imparts knowledge points, and in the second class, it is basically practice time for the students.

For example, Danqing class, which is called painting class in modern times.

In the first lesson, Zhu Zirong hung up the painting "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" and taught many students the origin of the painting, the brushwork when painting, and the precautions when copying it.

The second lesson is for students to practice according to what he teaches.

At this time, on the desktops of all the female students in the Guizhou class, the painting of Chang'e flying to the moon has been completed.

With just one stick of incense, many students can basically complete it.

But as soon as Xia Qianqian sat down, there was nothing on a piece of white paper.

She neither listened to the teacher's lectures nor had any extra time. In this painting competition, she will undoubtedly come in last.

Zhu Zirong also expected this.

However, he was now focused on protecting Xia Qianqian. He waved his hand and said in defense: "Xia Xiazi has something to take off today. If she doesn't finish it, she won't be punished."

"How can that be done!"

Although Ren Yuan'er was timid of Xia Qianqian, she just couldn't stand the way everyone looked towards Xia Qianqian. "Since she is a student in our Guizi class, she is naturally restricted by this. What's more, when she comes to the school, there are

She has time to paint, so why should she make an exception? This is unfair?"

Ren Yuan'er's words caused others to whisper.

Among the female students in the Guizi class, there are many Hu Tang fans and Cuttlefish fans. Even that rotten Jiang Chengyun has a masochist who is obsessed with his beauty and becomes his fan.

And these three people all have a quarrelsome relationship with Xia Qianqian, so these female students all have a dislike for her as a transfer student.

As soon as Ren Yuan'er spoke, the others started talking too.

Someone said sourly: "Last time, something happened during my exam and I failed. I accepted the punishment obediently, and I didn't see my husband being lenient."

"Yes! Why can't others do it, but Xia Qianqian can? Is it because of her relationship with the dean?"

Someone looked serious and arrogantly asked: "My father and the dean are also old friends, and I have not used this relationship to gain preferential treatment. This person still needs to be self-aware!"

This sentence, which both showed off oneself and mocked others, was immediately praised by a group of people.

Zhu Zirong's face can no longer be sustained.

But what can he say?

He must protect Xia Qianqian no matter what today.

His face sank, and he said sternly: "What are you arguing about? Have you finished the paintings in your hands? Do you all want to be the last one?"

Who wants to be last?

No one wants to be one!

If we say that before Xia Qianqian entered the classroom, these people were still competing secretly, working hard on time and painting skills, trying hard to finish the painting well.

But now, when Xia Qianqian comes, everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

In one stick of incense, Xia Qianqian is destined to never finish painting.

Therefore, as long as she is the only one to participate, as long as they ensure that their paintings are completed, the last one will definitely be Xia Qianqian.

Xia Qianqian will completely weld on her head the punishment that may fall on anyone at any time.

Therefore, these people who are willing to speak out to support Ren Yuanyuan have their own selfish motives.

But who knew that Mr. Zhu would protect her in this way, which further triggered the inner anger of these female students.

Seeing that the two parties were at war with each other and quarreling over herself, Xia Qianqian frowned and coughed lightly, "It's just a painting, I'll just paint it."

As soon as she said this, everyone was in an uproar.

Zhu Zirong looked hesitant and really wanted to remind her a few words.

In the time it takes to burn an incense stick, given her level, she probably wouldn’t even be able to finish the painting, let alone the dyeing.

Why should she accept this competition that she will obviously lose?

Oh my god!

If this girl loses and is fined to clean the school for a month, and the dean finds out, will he be scolded again?

This girl is clearly looking for trouble for herself.

Zhu Zirong scratched his head and head anxiously, but the other students were secretly happy.

Now, the last place has been decided.

At this time, their tense nerves relaxed, and they took pens in hand and slowly began to draw and color. Some people drew quickly and were confident in themselves, so they stopped writing and looked sideways at Xia Qianqian.

They want to see how she responds to her promise.

Xia Qianqian laid out the white paper, pressed it with an inkstone, and looked at the blank drawing paper. In front of everyone, she didn't want to be too presumptuous.

She added some water to the inkstone, took the ink stick and began to slowly grind the ink.

After polishing it slowly, he took the painting box next to him and carefully identified the color of the dye.

This slow operation took almost half a cup of tea.

And the piece of white paper on her desk was still a piece of white paper with nothing on it.

I really can’t stand seeing Zhu Zirong on the podium.

He ran down quickly and came to her desk. He wanted to scold her, but he suppressed his anger and said kindly: "Xia Xiazi, if you don't start painting, it will be too late."

The tone in which he said this was like gritting his teeth.

If it weren't for the public's attention, he would have wanted to snatch the brush from her hand and paint for her.

The rest covered their mouths secretly and laughed.

Xia Qianqian picked up the brush on the side, dabbed some ink, raised her eyes, and said seriously: "Then I'll start painting."

"Draw!"

Zhu Zirong was so anxious that his face turned red.

If he doesn't draw, he won't be able to secretly give her a high score.

"Hmm!"

Xia Qianqian nodded, lowered her pen tip to the drawing paper, and began to sketch frantically.

On the white paper, there are lines that are light or heavy. Those lines are scattered horizontally and vertically, and they seem to have no coherence. They are not at all like the "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" in front of the podium.

This is not a painting at all, it is clearly a mess and has been scrawled and altered.

Ren Yuanyuan raised her head high, pointed her pointed chin towards Xia Qianqian, looked at her, and let out a cold snort from her nose, "She didn't even look at the paintings on the podium, how could she draw anything?"

She had observed Xia Qianqian carefully.

After she sat down, she only glanced at the painting a few times. She spent more time grinding than looking at the painting. And everyone else in the school observed the painting again and again.

The authenticity of this painting comes from the mysterious young man behind Juwanglou.

It is said that he was well-read in poetry and books, talented and thoughtful. Not only did he single-handedly write such popular novels as "Journey to the West" and "The Legend of the White Snake", but his painting skills were also unparalleled.<

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This painting "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" is the image of the fairy Chang'e from "Journey to the West". His brushwork is soft and his painting style is gentle. The fairy's charm is perfectly presented in his few strokes.

His paintings are really amazing.
Chapter completed!