Ding Song wiped the sweat from his head: "Yes, if it weren't for Jia Fuyin's reminder, I almost let everyone misunderstand what I meant. Oh, I was in such a mess just now that my mind was confused. Misunderstanding, this is really a huge misunderstanding. ah."
Wiping the sweat, I was scared to death.
If Juade hadn't been so calm, Yan Qi's sudden attack would have been revealed.
Yan Qi is really hateful.
Jia Dedao winked at the two sycophants Wei Yi and Mo Bufan.
Wei Yi and Mo Bufan started singing hymns again.
"Dean Ding, have you forgotten? This painting was painted by you in January last year. On that day, we were drinking together. You were so excited after drinking that you splashed ink and created a masterpiece."
"That's right, that's right. Dean Ding kept a low profile that day and didn't sign it. Unexpectedly, a year has passed with this delay. Today, you will sign this work and display it in public, so that everyone can see your true strength."
…
With Jia Dedao's perjury and the testimony of two sycophants, Mo Bufan and Wei Yi, everyone is blameless.
Although, they still have doubts - when did Judd's painting skills advance to this point?
In the past, his painting skills were mediocre and barely noticeable.
Could it be that he transformed overnight and became a master of painting?
Yan Qi looked at Jia Dedao's sinister smile and thought that this guy was really awesome. While talking and laughing, the spring breeze turned into rain and saved Ding Song.
Originally, I was counting on a few words to pierce Ding Song's peep show.
Now it seems that that is a luxury.
No matter what, you still have to convince people with your skills, it’s hard work.
Yan Qi looked at Ding Song with a smile: "Oh, it turns out that Dean Ding is unable to convey his meaning. I mean, Dean Ding, you are also the soul of Wiaoyu Study Studio. You have outstanding literary talent. Why can't you even understand a sentence? Three years old. Are you a kid? You should be more careful next time."
"Pay attention, be sure to pay attention."
Ding Song muttered a few words guiltily, then suddenly reacted and shouted at Yan Qi: "Little servant, why do you teach me a lesson? Who are you? Who are you? With such a high status, how can I turn around?" Are you here to teach me a lesson?"
Everyone burst out laughing.
Ding Song pointed at Yan Qi and yelled: "Now, it's time for me to come up with the topic. You will also paint, and everyone will evaluate it. If your grade is lower than mine, then why are you pretending? Kneel down and beg for mercy. , if you surpass me, you win. But, haha, you want to surpass me? I guess it will be in vain for you to practice for ten more lifetimes."
Wei Yi and Mo Bufan took up Ding Song's words and mocked him.
"Yan Qi, why are you still holding on? You have no chance of winning in front of Dean Ding's masterpiece. Now you can kneel down and beg for mercy, and you can still save some face."
"Do you know how to draw? Even if you do, do you have the talent? You, a person with a half-filled bottle, are just a fool..."
Yan Qi walked to the desk and reached out to grab the ink, but his hand was empty and the ink was knocked away.
Dark ink spilled into the air.
By chance, Wei Yi and Mo Bufan were slapped in the face.
These two people were bragging just now and their spit was flying. They didn't expect the ink to fly. Not only did they splash their faces, they even ate it.
"Wow yeah."
Wei Yi and Mo Bufan vomited wildly.
The ink doesn't taste good.
Yan Qi looked back, pretending to be surprised: "Oh, Professor Wei Yi, Professor Mo Bufan, how come you turned into black people without even seeing me? You changed quickly enough, you are chameleons."
Everyone laughed.
Wei Yi and Mo Bufan made a fool of themselves in public and went crazy.
"Yan Qi, what are you doing? You made us eat a lot of ink."
Yan Qi's eyes widened: "Isn't it okay to eat ink? I think the more you eat, the better. This shows that you have knowledge in your stomach. Come on, there is still ink here. Do you want to eat some more? Yes. The more you have, the more knowledgeable you are, hehe."
Wei Yi and Mo Bufan were so frightened that they hurried away and had no intention of scolding Yan Qi anymore.
Everyone could see that Yan Qi did it on purpose.
However, everyone agreed with Yan Qi's quick wit.
These two sycophants are very disturbing to hear their noise.
Ding Song was anxious: "Yan Qi, can you paint? Is delaying time useful? Haha, that's all you have."
Yan Qi smiled calmly and grabbed the brush.
day!
Everyone looked at Yan Qi, staring at the way he grabbed the pen, their eyes widened, and they rubbed it hard, almost unbelievable.
Is this the way to hold a pen?
The way Yan Qi held the pen was like holding a big potato, clumsy, nervous, and without any agility.
Ding Song laughed out loud.
"Yan Qi, Yan Qi, you are really uneducated and incompetent. You can't even hold a brush well. In fact, you are worse than a three-year-old child. Haha, at your level, and you still fight with me, you are really eating a leopard. How brave."
The students of Gewuyuan also grinned bitterly.
Mr. Yan is full of knowledge, how come he can't even hold a pen well?
Di Renfeng and An Tian looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
Yan Qi scratched his head: "I'm sorry for making everyone laugh."
Leng Youxue ran over from behind, curled up her seductive lips, glared at Yan Qi resentfully, and muttered in a low voice: "I taught you how to hold a pen in vain. Really, if you don't learn hard, you will be beaten."
Yan Qi whispered: "Xiaoxue, teach me step by step next time, okay?"
"Hate!"
Leng Youxue's face was blushing, and she put on a shy blush: "Ignore you, don't think about good things."
As delicate as she is angry, she runs away shyly.
Thinking of that day, she was held in Yan Qi's arms and taught Yan Qi how to hold a pen.
The hands are intertwined, the palms of the hands are hot.
Being held in Yan Qi's arms, those strong arms were full of masculine aura, charming the heart and soul.
In particular, Yan Qi showed off her manliness. Her plump buttocks were pushed with a fire stick, causing her to almost lose control.
Thinking of that excitement, Leng Youxue felt itchy and looked forward to it.
That feeling is unforgettable and beautiful.
Yan Qi's indifferent eyes swept over the faces of Ding Song, Jia Dedao and others.
Use your palms a little harder.
Click!
The brush was crushed to pieces.
Everyone was shocked.
Yan Qi chuckled: "Painting is a work of inspiration. The prerequisite for inspiration is the cooperation between the hands and the brain. If you grab a brush, wouldn't it hinder cooperation? I don't want this brush."
He pushed the pen holder aside, took out a piece of white cloth, threw it on the drawing board, and took out dyes of various colors.
Everyone looked very curious and didn't know why.
Ding Song's face was full of contempt: "Yan Qi is crazy. He draws without paper and makes a piece of rag to dance and chatter. He is obviously an amateur."
Mo Bufan hummed: "You don't need a pen to draw, how can you pretend? How can you draw without a pen? Isn't that asking for trouble?"
Wei Yi's face was full of sarcasm: "I want to see what Yan Qi is up to. He is trying to make a fool of himself in public."
Everyone's eyes were aimed at Yan Qi.
When they saw Yan Qi's strange movements, they all screamed in surprise.
