"Chen Feng really hasn't seen the big screen at a glance. Can he draw a picture?"
"I can't do it like this. He can draw it. I wash my hair upside down."
"But look at the teacher's expression, if Chen Feng paints badly, how can he laugh?"
"Have you never heard of an idiom called Qiang Yan Huan Liao?"
"..."
Pan Haiyang heard the rusty discussion coming from the originally quiet classroom, and exclaimed: "What to discuss, have you drawn everything?"
His voice was already loud, and he was speaking into the microphone. Chen Feng sat next to him, his hands shaking with a loud voice.
The paintbrush that had just been dipped in paint trembles with the fingers, and a few drops of dark green paint dripped onto the pants.
Two of them fell on Lin Meiyi's white suit pants.
Chen Feng's trousers were black, and it was not too obvious that the paint was stained, but Lin Meiyi's suit trousers suffered completely.
Moreover, the suit pants are exquisite in workmanship and cost a lot of money at first glance.
"Sorry."
Just as Chen Feng apologized, Lin Meiyi had taken out a soft white handkerchief from her bag.
"Bureau, Director, your pants..." Pan Haiyang was so scared that the Seven Souls flew away.
"It's okay." Lin Meiyi said, holding her handkerchief and wiping it towards Chen Feng's pants.
As he wiped it, he said softly: "Fortunately, your pants are black, and the staining is not obvious. Can you wash off the paint you paint by then?"
Chen Feng is wearing a pair of black sweatpants that he has worn for four or five years. When he bought it, it was only 50 yuan. The quality is good, so he still wears it.
"The color fades with a few rubs, and it's not difficult to see."
Chen Feng looked at Lin Meiyi's suit pants: "Director, it's your pants..."
When Lin Meiyi saw Chen Feng speaking, there was obvious self-blame in her tone, so she immediately interrupted and smiled: "It's okay, just change one."
She looked at Chen Feng's almost finished painting: "It's me, did it affect your painting?"
Chen Feng smiled and shook his head: "No, Director, your presence by my side will only make me more motivated."
Lin Meiyi nodded and motioned to Chen Feng to continue painting.
When Pan Haiyang and the classmates present saw this scene, their eyes were almost staring in surprise.
The classmates in the same class as Chen Feng, who had eaten together at Manhao Villa, knew that Chen Feng's back was unusual, and they were slightly surprised.
But the students in other classes can see the degree of surprise.
"Why is the chief so gentle?"
"Does Chen Feng in your class know the director?"
"I knew I went up to paint, and the director of the beautiful lady wiped my pants. It's so cool."
"Do you see the hunger for little fresh meat in the chief's eyes?"
"Fuck it, make trouble, don't make fun of the director."
Boom!
Hearing another rustling discussion in the classroom, Pan Haiyang knocked on the podium table.
"Class will be over soon, have you finished drawing one by one?"
He walked around the classroom to check the progress of his classmates' work.
Turning back to Chen Feng again, seeing that Chen Feng had already painted a complete picture, and when he began to write the title of the work in the lower right corner, I couldn't help but exclaimed: If every student could be as good as Chen Feng!
sit……
After writing the first word, Chen Feng paused.
The scene of that night could not help but resurfaced in his mind.
Su Xinyan sat on the chair, he hugged up from his back, controlled the drawing board with his left hand, and grabbed her boneless little hand with his right, writing the words "Sit·Love" stroke by stroke.
Her shallow breathing, the sweet fragrance in her hair, and the hot and slightly trembling little hands, everything is so beautiful.
Obviously they were just two simple words, but they took five minutes to finish writing that night.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng couldn't help but gently rubbed his lips and wrote the word "love" on it.
After finishing writing, Chen Feng glanced at the drawing board and put down the brush with satisfaction.
"Fuck!" Pan Haiyang couldn't help crying in surprise in his heart.
He stared at Chen Feng's work in disbelief, and constantly compared Su Xinyan's work printed on the materials, swallowing his mouth.
Like, too much.
No, it can be said to be exactly the same!
Even the handwriting in the lower right corner is exactly the same!
It's incredible, if this is not opened, no one will believe it!
Pan Haiyang had to admit that Chen Feng was the best student he had ever led, and his level even surpassed himself!
Seeing that Lin Meiyi was also looking at Chen Feng's paintings, Pan Haiyang took out a copy and handed it to her, and pointed to Su Xinyan's original work.
When Lin Meiyi saw the three words Su Xinyan, the smile on her face became even greater.
She contrasted the two paintings and nodded towards Pan Haiyang.
Pan Haiyang glanced at the time, five minutes before get out of class ended.
He doesn't care what the other students here are doing. For the last five minutes, he must praise Chen Feng!
Bang bang bang!
Pan Haiyang knocked on the podium table: "Okay, stop. There are still five minutes before get out of class ends. Let's take a look at Chen Feng's work."
With that, he projected Chen Feng's painting on the big screen through a projector.
"Fuck!"
"Teacher, did you misplace it?"
"This riding horse was painted by Chen Feng just now. Are you sure it was not printed out?"
"Don't fool us with manuscripts."
"Even the signed handwriting is exactly the same, right?"
"And he didn't even look at the manuscript just a moment ago, this memory is invincible!"
It was rare for Pan Haiyang not to knock on the stage to keep the students quiet.
His face was full of smiles, and he wanted Lin Meiyi and the people who followed her to listen to the compliments of the classmates to Chen Feng.
"Come on, I now randomly ask students to stand up and comment on Chen Feng's work."
Pan Haiyang glanced at the list: "Xu Xiaodie, you come first."
Xu Xiaodie stood up: "This painting made my soul feel a strong shock from the artistic conception. This is no longer a simple imitation, but a legendary transcendence!"
Pan Haiyang nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, sit down, next one, Qin Zhengwei."
Qin Zhengwei stood up, scratched his head awkwardly, and said with a silly smile: "Teacher, I won't praise Brother Feng by saying nice things like the monitor, I'll just use my own style to simply say it, awesome!"
Pan Haiyang waited for a few seconds and saw that Qin Zhengwei had nothing to say: "Nothing?"
"Well, no more."
Pan Haiyang hated iron and waved his hand: "Sit down and I will find another classmate, Sha Zhoujia."
Sha Zhoujia didn't expect Pan Haiyang to call him, he was touching Jiajia's thigh excitedly under the table.
He originally saw Chen Feng very upset, and now he wants him to stand up and praise Chen Feng, isn't this just a bullshit?
"Sha Zhoujia!"
Hearing Pan Haiyang yelling again with aggravated tone, Sha Zhoujia stood up reluctantly and said loudly, "Spicy chicken!" in a voice that everyone can hear.