Chapter 47

Now, when you challenge the weak, you can't find a way to challenge others.

However, everyone thought, Qin Feng in addition to the girl, it seems that there are no other things.

"Well, are you afraid to compete with Ben Shao?" Seeing Qin Feng's delay in answering, Hua Ming felt guilty.

If the identity of him and Qin Feng were changed, he would not agree to this kind of challenge without suspense. It was just looking for death.

Qin Feng is afraid of it. His life motto is "life lies in constant challenges". He just extracted the memory of intermediate painting skills in his brain just now. Qin Feng took it last night. I didn't expect it would come in use today.

The classic works changed in Qin Feng's mind. The painting skills and coloring details of various traditional Chinese paintings, as well as the life experience summary of various masters of traditional Chinese painting such as Qi Baishi, surged into memory.

Qin Feng couldn't help but be happy. He looked at Hua Ming and said, "OK, let's try Chinese painting. But before the written test, we should set the punishment for the loser first. "

Hua Ming was slightly stunned, and soon came back to his senses with a proud smile on his face.

He was afraid that Qin Feng would not allow the competition. He did not expect that the goods not only agreed, but also offered punishment, which made Hua Ming excited and was about to cry out.

Since Qin said, "it's up to me to pretend that it's less punishment than to put forward the rules."

"That's it. If you want me to challenge traditional Chinese painting, you just want to hit me in the face. If anyone loses, let the whole class slap him on the head one by one, and say," what do you think, you Punk? " Qin Feng laughs at Hua Ming and says.

Hua Ming was even suppressed by Qin Feng's self-confidence. Since he knew he was here to beat him in the face, he still dared to say such a cruel punishment. Is it possible that he has the chance to win?

Soon, Hua Ming was relieved.

Although Qin Feng had a competition with Yu Wenxiang at the beginning, he fell down on people's glasses and defeated Yu Wenxiang, but traditional Chinese painting is not as simple as fighting.

Hua Ming can think that Qin Feng is the son of a large family. He was forced to learn some self-defense skills when he was a child. In addition, he was also the second brother of luck, and won Yu Wenxiang.

But painting is a practice that needs to be accumulated over time. Without five or six years of basic knowledge, how to draw a good painting. What's more, it's not enough to rely on hard work. Without a natural understanding of color and lines, painting will not become a master.

Huaming is a genius of painting. In this respect, he is full of confidence and no one can beat him.

And Qin Feng's confidence in chasing girls is the same!

"Well, do as you say." Hua Ming said triumphantly, "however, the winner must have some reward. If you want me to see the winner, you'd better kiss Zhao Lingxian in public, and you should kiss her mouth to mouth."

Mouth to mouth kiss!

Qin Feng and Zhao Lingxian are both tight in their hearts. Thinking of the passionate moment in Zhao Lingxian's boudoir last night, Qin Feng watched Zhao Lingxian lick his lips. Without thinking about it, he said, "OK."

Qin Feng is in love with Huaming at this moment. This boy is so righteous that he puts forward the requirements that he wants to say but dare not say.

Zhao Lingxian's cold pretty face suddenly turned crimson. After Qin Feng's white eyes, he coldly glared at Hua Ming and said, "nerve, do you like gambling or not? Don't add me to it."

Qin Feng and Hua Ming look at each other and don't speak, which is the default punishment system of gambling.

As for the time when Zhao Lingxian refused to agree, Qin Feng is not the first time to kiss her.

"Let's get started." Huaming can't wait to win Qin Feng.

He was beaten in the face by the whole class, and then a kiss on Zhao Lingxian's lips.

The students, who were watching the excitement for a long time, could not bear to be excited. Two vacant seats were set up at the meeting. Rice paper, Chinese painting color, brush, color palette, ink and other tools were set on the table.

As soon as Hua Ming sat down, he changed his look. He calmly picked up the brush and quickly colored it. He was flying on the rice paper. His powerful, light and casual posture really had two brushes.

Qin Feng did not move. He looked at Hua Ming's paintings for a while. After he had intermediate painting skills, he could naturally see the shortcomings and shortcomings of each painting when he saw Chinese paintings.

It's not as good as Feng Shi's painting skills, but it's true that he can't draw as well as Hua Ming.

"Qin Feng, why don't you start writing? Whether you can win or not, you have to try. " Looking at Qin Feng has not moved, Lin Beibei sitting on one side or can't help asking.

Although she has always believed in Qin Feng, she has no confidence in winning the calligraphy contest.

Not to mention the other students, this meeting has been whispered in the underground. Most of them said that Qin Feng didn't start writing. He must have known that he would lose. He would have no courage to draw.Zhao Lingxian was the most anxious person in the crowd. If someone had ever dared to make a bet, she would have slapped her face.

What's more, I bet on her kiss.

However, with Qin Feng participating this time, she was inexplicably expecting Qin Feng to win. Recalling the hot kiss last night, Zhao Lingxian felt soft all over her body. The wonderful feeling made her infatuated.

"I'm going to start."

All of a sudden, Qin Feng moved and waved his big hand. The brush in his hand seemed to have used his soul. He was free to come and go.

He not only has intermediate painting skills, but also primary calligraphy skills. The combination of the two shows great power.

Although people are shocked by the scene in front of them, no matter whether Qin Feng can really draw perfect works, at least his magnificent posture has already infected everyone.

Color matching, writing, writing, painting

He is like a Supreme Master in the painting world. He has a strong smell of ink and wash. His eyes are bright. He falls on the rice paper attentively and leaves an amazing color wherever he reaches.

Whoa!

People whose heart rate has just accelerated will jump out of their throat.

Qin Feng's skillful and swift handling of the brush and his fluency like a fish in water have already shocked people. But at this moment, since he grabs a brush with his left hand, he unfolds a roll of rice paper beside him, uses both hands, and draws two paintings at the same time.

The left hand and the right hand are as flexible as the right hand!

Even Hua Ming, who is dedicated to the side, stops writing and looks at Qin Feng's performance in surprise.

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