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If Mr. Kang asked this in private, Xu Xi might say that her family was poor when she was a child, and she liked to draw, so she secretly used charcoal strips to draw.

But in front of the whole class, she was not interested in bringing up the matter of having the wrong child as something to discuss after dinner, so she simply avoided talking about it and said: "Sir, you didn't ask us to

Are you good at painting freely? My best painting method is to use this charcoal strip to paint."

Without waiting for Mr. Kang's rebuke, she added: "There are many painting techniques, including freehand brushwork that looks like splashing ink, and fine brushwork that depicts details. Master, please don't deny my charcoal strip painting method until I finish painting."

Let’s take a look and talk about it, okay?”

Mr. Kang was originally invited by the Beijing Girls' College to teach. But after staying there for a long time, he felt that the noble ladies in the capital were a bit bored, so he accepted the appointment from the Beining County Girls' College, thinking that the students here would be simple and simple.

Be more natural, not like the ladies at the Capital Girls' School, where everyone wears a mask.

Unexpectedly, after walking around, he found that the drawing skills of the students in the class drove him crazy. Do you call them drawings? They were just scribbling. Five-year-old children from rich and aristocratic families might be better than them.

He is good at painting. It is impossible to teach such a student.

That's why he roared when he saw Xu Xi like this. But when Xu Xi could tell the difference between freehand brushwork and fine brushwork, it seemed that he didn't know anything about painting. He finally suppressed his anger and nodded: "Okay, it's up to you.

.If the painting is not good, I will severely criticize it."

Xu Xi smiled and responded: "Okay."

Mr. Kang ignored her and went back to the stage to sit and drink tea to pour out the anger in his heart.

Xu Xue had never painted before. Now she was suddenly asked to draw. She had no idea how to draw. She grabbed the pen and drew a crooked tree on the paper based on her imagination. She didn't dare to draw any more, for fear that Mr. Kang would paint.

Blowing his beard and staring, he simply stopped and watched Xu Xi painting curiously.

She never knew that her cousin could draw with charcoal.

But as she looked at it, her eyes widened.

God, what did she see?

Xu Xue looked at the portrait drawn by Xu Xi and then at Mr. Kang sitting on it, dumbfounded.

Mu Qingqiang, who glanced at Xu Xi's canvas out of curiosity, was also stunned. She couldn't help but stood up and looked at Xu Xi's painting, then at Mr. Kang above; at the painting, then at Mr. Kang.

Repeatedly like this, it looks like a ghost.

He Yuqi, who was originally painting seriously, saw Mu Qingqiang standing all the time, like a chicken pecking at rice, and looked over curiously. Her final expression was the same as Mu Qingqiang's.

Based on the idea of ​​"out of sight, out of mind", Mr. Kang sat sideways and drank a cup of tea, and then he calmed down.

Looking at the hourglass on the stand, he raised his head and shouted: "It's almost time. Anyone who has finished the painting can hand it over to me for review."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mu Qingqiang and He Yuqi, who were taller than anyone else, staring at Xu Xi's drawing paper. The anger he had just suppressed came up again, and he pointed at them and said

: "What's going on with you? What are you doing standing there? Don't hurry up and paint! Don't tell me that you can't finish the painting."

The whole class looked at them.

Mu Qingqiang and He Yuqi blushed with embarrassment, and quickly sat down, lowering their heads and pretending to paint seriously. But they couldn't paint well at all, and kept glancing at Xu Xi.

Seeing that the get out of class was about to end, Mr. Kang ordered the maid to paint. Thinking of the student who was arrogantly talking about using a new painting method, he walked down with his hands behind his back, came behind Xu Xi, and looked at her drawing paper. He asked: "Have you finished the painting..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were as big as bells.

"This, this, this... what are you painting?" He also looked like he had seen a ghost.

The person on this drawing paper looks just like the real person. What kind of painting method is this? Also, this person is really ugly, and he looks inexplicably familiar. Who is this? He is so ugly, there is no reason why he should not remember it if he has seen it before.

ah?

A student was holding the painting and was about to ask Mr. Kang for some guidance. When he accidentally saw Mr. Kang’s face on Xu Xi’s canvas, he was so frightened that he screamed: “Oh my God, what you painted is... Master Kang.”

?" She looked at Mr. Kang and then at the drawing paper, dumbfounded.

Mr. Kang, who has a lot of inner drama: "..."

Now the people nearby all moved closer, surrounding Xu Xi so that there was no space left around him.

Only then did Mr. Kang come to his senses. He was obsessed with painting skills and didn't care that the student said that the ugly old man on the painting paper was him. He excitedly said to Xu Xi: "How did you do that? How did you draw it so well?"

Does it look like a real person? How did you draw it?"

Xu Xi is not slow in painting. The painting class for them lasted almost half an hour. She could complete the painting of Mr. Kang. But in order to achieve her goal, she deliberately slowed down and only painted Mr. Kang.

After finishing her husband's face in detail, she only drew an outline of the clothes below the neck, the neckline and the chest.

"It's drawn with charcoal strips." She stopped writing and asked Mr. Kang: "Is it time yet?" As she said that, she wanted to take a look at the hourglass above. But she was surrounded by people, so she couldn't see anything.

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"No, how did you draw it?" Mr. Kang stared at the painting on the drawing paper with a look of obsession, "It's so similar, it's so similar."

Seeing Mr. Kang looking so obsessed with his ugly face on the drawing paper, the female students around him had expressions that were hard to explain.

"Master." Xu Xi didn't want to discuss painting techniques with Mr. Kang at this time. She put the remaining charcoal strips on the table back into the box and rolled up the drawing paper, "I haven't finished painting yet.

The carriage is probably waiting outside. Can I take the painting home to paint? I'll give it to you tomorrow?"

At the beginning of class, Mr. Kang said that in addition to the D class, he also teaches three other classes. He will have class tomorrow. Students who can't finish the painting today can take the painting home to paint and hand it over to him tomorrow.

The painting was rolled up and out of sight. Kang Shilin came to his senses and reached out directly to get the scroll: "No need to paint anymore, the face is painted, and the clothes are not tight. You can take it for me to study."

"No." Xu Xi quickly stuffed the painting into the hole in the table and blocked the hole with his body. "I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I have to finish the painting when I'm painting. Otherwise, I won't be able to eat or sleep. It will be very uncomfortable.

.Tomorrow, I will bring it to you early tomorrow morning, how about it?"

It's cute for a fourteen-year-old girl to act mean. No matter how much Kang Shilin wanted the painting, he couldn't force Xu Xi. He tried his best to maintain his persona of an aloof old talent and said with a serious face: "

Then I will send someone to pick it up early tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Master." Xu Xi gave him a bright smile.
Chapter completed!