"Ding, the killing intent from Corun Minduo is +999!"
"Ding, from..."
In an instant, the anger level skyrocketed again!
The emotional value of anger also skyrocketed again!
Looking at this scene, Zhang Fan was extremely happy.
Ouch, what a good man!
"I forgot to tell you, I am not talented, I specialize in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction!" Zhang Fan smiled coldly and stood up abruptly.
Learn skills instantly!
At this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes became extremely deep!
Zhang Fan raised his head, took a deep look at the drawing board, and then closed his eyes!
In an instant, Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and picked up the brush!
Swish, brush, brush!
The pen moves like a dragon!
Seeing this scene, countless people at the scene immediately became excited.
"Zhang Fan, this bitch, what do you want to do?"
"Drawing with your eyes closed? Damn it, that's not how you pretend!"
"This is so fucking crazy!"
"Haha, kid, close your eyes and draw an oil painting? Do you understand? Oil painting is not a traditional Chinese painting. It is about resemblance in appearance! If there is even a slight mistake, the whole painting will be ruined!" Kelun Minduo smiled brightly.
!
Comparing genius with him?
Is this a young boy worthy?
He, Column Minduo, is the dazzling star in the oil painting world!
Zong Yuan, Liu Daoming, Mo Ganfu, and McDavid stood up at the same time and stared at Zhang Fan!
Hou Dusheng was able to say that he was Zhang Fan in front of so many people, and also blocked his identity as deputy director of the Education Bureau. This was definitely not an easy matter.
Swish, brush, brush!
Looking at the arm that was like an afterimage, the eyes of several people on Zong Yuan's side flashed sharply.
At this moment, they were a little suspicious.
Is Hou Dusheng mentally retarded?
Where is this painting?
It's just nonsense.
The next moment, they looked at the drawing board!
Looking at the messy and even random graffiti marks on the drawing board, they took a deep breath, and the angry expressions gradually appeared on their faces.
"Hou Dusheng, you are really messing around!" Zong Yuan looked at Hou Dusheng, shook his head, turned around, and walked directly to the audience.
"Hou Dusheng, honestly, where did you get this oil painting?" Liu Daoming did not leave directly like Zongyuan.
After all, it doesn’t matter whether this painting was painted by Zhang Fan or not.
But it is a new genre and it is absolutely correct.
As a member of the oil painting community, he naturally wanted to find out where this oil painting came from.
As long as he can figure out this problem, then his trip will be worthwhile.
"Yes, Mr. Hou Dusheng, where did this painting come from?" Mo Ganfu and McDavid also came to Hou Dusheng and asked.
!!!
Hou Dusheng's heart was broken!
Really, he wants to hit someone right now.
Damn it!
I have sent people in front of you, and I am already painting pictures for you. You still don’t believe it?
This person is Zhang Fan, it is absolutely true.
How the hell am I going to find someone for you?
Go find the ghost uncle!
At the same time, Hou Dusheng looked at Zhang Fan.
However, at this moment, Zhang Fan threw away the brush and then held another brush, his wrist like an afterimage!
However, this is not the key. The key is that Zhang Fan also picked up a paintbrush in his left hand.
The two hands were constantly vibrating at an ultra-high frequency.
Looking at this scene, Hou Dusheng's heart almost stopped beating.
Damn it, damn it!
Zhang Fan, are you crazy?
I have no grudge against you, right? I haven’t offended you, right?
What do you mean by hurting me like this?
You are not painting here, are you showing off your unicorn arms?
Seeing Hou Dusheng's dull look, Kelun Minduo sneered: "Haha, Hou Dusheng, right? Deputy Director of the Kyoto Education Bureau, right? Haha, you have to pay the price for what you did today!"
In any case, Zhang Fan was brought here by Hou Dusheng.
He was insulted by Zhang Fan!
This account must also be settled by Hou Dusheng in front of him!
At the same time, under the high platform!
Continuous laughter!
Even a group of people from Tsinghua University shook their heads!
"What the hell does Zhang Fan want to do! Damn, you're crazy!"
"The way he is, I really don't believe he can draw! He closes his eyes and uses his hands at a very high frequency! He has bullied me for not having a friend who draws in these years, right?"
At the same time, Xu Xingwang was also speechless!
"Tell me, what on earth is Brother Fan doing?"
"Don't ask me, I can't understand it either."
"I'm worried about you. What kind of group are we? A slap-in-the-face group! Our leader, but the leader of a slap-in-the-face group, is that Colon Minduo. He must be in a rhythm of being slapped in the face."
"But, Brother Fan is like this, it's really suspenseful to look at!"
"Captain, we have a traitor among us!" Someone suddenly yelled.
"..."
One minute!
Two minutes!
At the third minute, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
"Hey, hey, Hou Bureau, why are you like this? Why are you still here? Didn't you promise to heat up the steamed buns and fried dough sticks for me? You broke your promise!" Zhang Fan threw away the last item in his hand.
With two paintbrushes in his hand, he walked towards Hou Dusheng with a resentful look on his face.
He snatched the bun from Hou Dusheng's hand, then pulled up a chair, sat down and began to eat.
"Don't waste it, luckily it's summer and there's still some temperature!"
Listening to this voice, Hou Dusheng was really about to shut down autistically.
I'm crazy, I'm crazy!
Even if I heat it up in the microwave for you, it only lasts three minutes, three minutes!
Are you reincarnated as a starving ghost?
Aren't you drawing?
You are trying to kill me!
"Zhang Fan, I haven't offended you, have I?" Hou Dusheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked through gritted teeth.
Zhang Fan raised his head: "Oh, Director Hou, if you offended me, how could you still be standing here! Stop being ridiculous!"
!!!
Hou Dusheng almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Damn it, what do you mean by this?
What's the meaning?
Even if I offend you, is it possible that you still can't let me stand here?
Come on! Come on! Let’s hurt each other!
At this moment, Hou Dusheng was really going crazy.
But thinking about his future, he had to take a deep breath, walked to Zhang Fan, and said softly: "Classmate Zhang Fan, can we stop eating now? Can we draw first? As long as you draw
Okay, um, just draw the painting from two days ago, and I’ll treat you to a big dinner! Big dinner!”
Really, besides talking to Zhang Fan, Hou Dusheng couldn't think of any other way.
Fire Zhang Fan?
Don't be ridiculous, for such a super monster, if he dares to fire him, others will dare to fire him.
I really can’t afford to offend him!
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes: "Please, I've already finished the painting, okay? I, Zhang Fan, am the kind of person who runs away after doing something halfway. Moreover, just call this garbage garbage in front of me, what can I do?"
Let him go?
I'm so petty!"
???
At this moment, countless people's eyes widened!
Zhang Fan, stick your head over here!
Are you ready to draw? Do you think we are blind?
In just three minutes, what the hell can you draw?
At the next moment, countless people's eyes subconsciously moved away from Zhang Fan's body and looked at Zhang Fan's drawing board.
At this moment, countless screams suddenly sounded.
"Fuck!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Zhang Fan, you are cheating!"
Those who could see Zhang Fan's drawing board looked horrified.
Because at this moment, Zhang Fan's drawing board is a painting!
Moreover, it is exactly the same as the painting that Liu Daoming and his group studied before!