Under the disdainful gazes of everyone, Xia Qianqian remained unmoved at all. The brush in her hand rotated rapidly on the drawing, completely in a state of selflessness.

Zhu Zirong stood watching from the side, with a hint of unspeakable bitterness in his anxious expression.

The painting method of "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" is unique, novel and difficult to figure out.

When he was wandering around Juwang Tower, he accidentally discovered this painting on the wall. When he first saw it, he was astonished and his eyes lit up.

After asking, we found out that there was a rubbing version of this painting, and many people bought it in unison.

In addition to his joy, he also bought one and hung it in his study room. He copied it every day and painted it for ten days before he could appreciate the artistic conception and the painted portrait had some charm.

Today, he brought it to the school and asked the students to copy it.

The lecture alone lasted half an hour. Xia Qianqian did not listen to the lecture and started painting directly. It was inevitable that she would not understand the essence of it and how to draw successfully if she did not understand its rules.

Zhu Zirong felt regretful and turned his eyes away, unwilling to look. He was thinking about how to explain to the dean later.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly heard an exclamation from the students. He was a little confused. He turned around and was stunned.

On the white paper covered with messy lines, the brush in the girl's hand suddenly connected two of the lines.

However, by changing the direction of the lines, Fairy Chang'e's face appeared lifelike in almost an instant.

Then, the tip of her pen came down again, and she made two random strokes in the center of the white paper. The picture gradually showed the fairy's figure floating out of the dust, and then her green and slender hands...

But in the blink of an eye, a lifelike "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" appeared before everyone's eyes.

Quiet!

Quiet!

Quiet!

In the school, you can hear a needle drop.

Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the girl in front of them, immersed in the spring breeze of her pen.

Amazing!

Shocking!

Then comes envy from the depths of the soul.

This painter, this technique, this expressiveness...

Tsk tsk...

I'm afraid even Mr. Zhu will be far behind.

Look at Zhu Zirong again, bending down in front of Xia Qianqian's desk, his eyes following the direction of the brush with burning eyes.

Whenever she started writing and sketched out a new picture, Zhu Zirong couldn't help but nod his head and exclaimed: "Wonderful, wonderful, simply wonderful."

How come there is such a strange painting method?

While copying the portrait, she did not look up at the painting on the podium, but focused on the lines under her hand.

But when those lines were cleverly connected together, everyone was shocked to find that the portrait on her desk was exactly the same as the painting in front of the podium.

"Xia Qianqian finished the painting in less than a cup of tea."

It is said that it took a cup of tea, but in fact it is still overestimating it.

She spent half a cup of tea just playing with the white paper, grinding it, and studying the paint.

To be precise, she only spent half a cup of tea painting.

In half a cup of tea, she not only finished the painting, but it was almost exactly the same as the copy, without any flaws.

At this time, the students in the school were panicked.

Some of these people have not finished their paintings, and some have finished them. You can take a quick look and see whose painting is the best, and the height and depth are immediately apparent.

What's more, they haven't colored it yet.

At this time, the sword of punishment hanging above Xia Qianqian's head moved away from her head and began to hover above everyone's head again.

The sense of crisis spread unknowingly in the school.

They all picked up the paintbrushes in their hands, tried to be as calm as possible, and focused on their paintings.

But out of curiosity, I couldn't help but secretly see how Xia Qianqian was coloring from time to time.

She can draw so well and so fast, so is there any more wonderful method for her coloring skills?

Ren Yuan'er looked ugly and looked down at the copy painting on her desk.

In the past, she boasted that in the Guizi class, her painting skills were unrivaled.

Since she was a child, she has practiced piano, chess, calligraphy and painting diligently, especially painting, which she really likes from the bottom of her heart, so she studies harder.

No matter it was severe cold or hot, as long as she had free time, she would paint, including flowers, birds, insects, fish, and figure sketches.

After attending school, her paintings were always displayed as fine examples in every painting class.

Therefore, Ren Yuan'er has a long-standing sense of pride and satisfaction in her paintings.

But at this moment she was looking at the paintings on the table.

She actually painted quite well, and it was almost exactly the same as the "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" hanging in front of the podium.

But upon closer inspection, there are differences.

For some reason, Fairy Chang'e in her painting seems to lack a fairy spirit, and her face looks much duller.

When she frowned and thought about it, Zhu Zirong over there let out an exclamation.

Ren Yuan'er looked back.

Xia Qianqian held the paintbrush in hand, dotted the dye, and applied it carefully. In just a few breaths, the entire painting was completed.

If you want to say fast, she is really fast.

Coloring is actually a technical activity.

If you want to have the same color as the original picture, you must pay attention to every place and the gradient process of the color.

Therefore, during the coloring stage, the other students basically looked up and drew a stroke at an extremely slow speed.

And she kept her head down and applied non-stop, so her speed was naturally much faster.

In the time it takes to burn an incense, more than half of it has passed.

Xia Qianqian slowly put down the pen, blew slowly on the scroll, raised her eyes and looked at Zhu Zirong, "Mr. Zhu, I have finished the painting and can hand in the paper in advance."

Zhu Zirong looked at her and was so shocked that he kept nodding his head, "Okay, okay, quick, quick, quick!"

The simple and scarce words describe his turbulent heart.

When they heard that Xia Qianqian had handed in her paper, the others became even more anxious.

For a while, the school was quiet.

Xia Qianqian rested her chin on her elbow, leisurely looking at everyone writing furiously, and her eyes inadvertently collided with Ren Yuan'er's gaze looking back.

She raised her eyebrows as if in provocation.

Aren’t you mocking me for not being able to finish the painting?

Look, not only did I finish the painting, I also painted it very well, better than you who spent half a day painting there with all your heart?

Such innocent and playful eyes instantly hurt Ren Yuan'er's sensitive heart.

She glared at her angrily, turned her head, pressed the pen tip hard on the inkstone, and with an irrepressible resentment, moved the pen tip toward the painting.

"Tick tock."

The pen tip soaked in ink suddenly dropped a drop of ink, landing on Fairy Chang'e's face. "Ah..." Ren Yuan'er exclaimed, and when she wanted to save her, it was already too late.

In just one breath, the ink smeared, and the entire fairy's head turned into a strange-shaped ink dumpling.

"What should I do?"
Chapter completed!