438. Chapter 438 This painting is not good for you 3
There was applause all around, and many girls cheered. Listening to the cheers, there was no doubt that Ye Ming, Yang Yuxi and the others had won.
"I wonder what the outcome of the chess match will be." Someone muttered, and everyone's eyes turned to Liu Pengfei. They saw him sitting in front of the chessboard in a daze, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, and his eyes were scarlet... Looking at his posture, The results are self-evident.
A man came to the chessboard, looked closely, and saw the black rook sinking to the bottom of the general, with a knight hanging behind it. The red rook had no way to move, so he obviously lost.
"How is it? Who won?" someone asked. "It was the master who won." The man said. "The master is so amazing. He dances and plays chess at the same time and can beat Liu Pengfei." Song Yuyan shouted crisply. Face worship.
Liu Pengfei sat in front of the chessboard, dumbfounded. He felt the same as Chen Yu. He was defeated by the opponent without any suspense in his best field. You can imagine the frustration and anguish, especially for the girl he likes. , and they are still cheering each other on, which makes this feeling even more annoying.
Seemingly noticing Liu Pengfei's frustration and pain, Song Yuyan came to his side and comforted him: "Don't worry, it's just a game of chess. It's no big deal, and there's no shame in losing to a super master like Master."
Liu Pengfei felt a lot better after hearing Song Yuyan's previous words of comfort, but as soon as her last words came out, he became depressed again, and even more depressed than before. Is this really comforting? How to listen to it? It looks like it’s just a slap in the face!
After Liu Pengfei was defeated, the competition continued, but it was no longer as lively as before. It was mainly about fun, and even the makeup competition was included. Later in the competition, a girl named Mo Xiaoyi proposed In a painting competition, Ye Ming naturally did his part, as this was what he was good at, and the template for his painting was Yang Yuxi.
Ye Ming sat on the floor, drawing random sketches with a pencil on the drawing board. During this period, he almost didn't look at Yang Yuxi, because her appearance had long been deeply imprinted in his mind. Her words, deeds, frowns, and smiles would all be clear even if he closed his eyes. It appeared before his eyes, so vivid.
In a short time, Ye Ming completed Yang Yuxi's portrait. The sketch was circulated among everyone, which aroused everyone's admiration. "Master, you are so awesome. I have never seen how you look at Teacher Yang, but the painting is so vivid." Mo Mo. Xiaoyi finished the sketch and couldn't help but admire Ye Ming's painting. "Of course, because Teacher Yang has already been deeply imprinted in the master's mind." Song Yuyan joked with a smile and handed the drawing board to Yang Yuxi. : "Teacher Yang, this is a painting specially made for you by my master. You must keep it well."
Just as Yang Yuxi was about to take it, Ye Ming suddenly grabbed it, tore off the sketch and threw it into the bonfire behind him. The lifelike sketch was turned into ashes in an instant.
This strange scene made many people scream in surprise. Everyone looked at Ye Ming in confusion, wondering what he was going to do.
"Ye Ming, you...what are you doing?" Yang Yuxi asked with a frown. "This painting is not worthy of you." Ye Ming said lightly. "How could it not be worthy of you? I feel pretty good." Yang Yuxi felt distressed. Looking at the fire, this painting was the first time she saw him painting for her, but it was burned. It would be a lie to say that she had no other ideas.
