Chapter 1452

People present, even those who don't know psychology at all can see that cloud painting is very nervous at the moment.

What's more, Zhou Shengbei, a professor of psychology.

He clearly felt how nervous cloud painting was at the moment.

He took a look at the painting. Well, it was a painting. The old man with silver hair was worthy of being a famous painter. His painting skills were extremely high. The famous painting "iris" by Van Gogh also showed a very high level.

It's a great copy from an artistic point of view.

But

But this is just a work!

Do you need to be so nervous?

Zhou Shengbei Qian looked at the painting again. He was sure that he could not see anything from it.

However, it is obvious that only the party concerned can understand some psychological hints. In the eyes of the party concerned, what is not unusual in the eyes of others is a clear hint.

What's more, the stress reaction of cloud painting is too big.

"Painting, are you ok..."

Zhou Shengbei Qian approached Yun Hua in a low voice and reached for the arm of Yun Hua.

"Pa!"

Just as Zhou Shengbei Qian's hand touched Yun Hua's arm, Yun Hua suddenly moved. She shook her arm fiercely and blocked Zhou Shengbei Qian's hand.

Her movements were so big that her hands caught Zhou Shengbei Qian's face.

"Pa", the sound is really loud.

Yunhua's movements are strong and powerful. Her slap not only knocked off Zhou shengbeiqian's glasses, but also printed a palm print on his face.

Everyone was stunned.

No one expected that cloud painting would have such a move.

What's more, she didn't seem to have intended it at all. Instead, she seemed to have been greatly frightened

Song Ci and Qin Yan's faces were very ugly, so they immediately came up, but they did not dare to touch the cloud painting easily.

Wang Xiaowen is on one side, completely frightened to be silly.

The slap of cloud painting is really cruel. Zhou Shengbei Qian's eyes have fallen off, and the five fingerprints on his face have become red!

Wang Xiaowen looks anxiously at Zhou Shengbei Qian.

How to say that, Professor Zhou Sheng has a close relationship with Mr. Xie and often has academic exchanges. As a student of Mr. Xie, she also has great respect for Professor Zhou Sheng.

After all, Professor Zhou Sheng is really young, but his resume is so amazing.

Another point is that Professor Zhou Sheng is not as close as he seems. He is very kind, but he usually keeps a distance from others. It can be said that he will be very kind to you and very approachable beyond his safe distance. However, once you want to get close to him and invade his safe distance, Professor Zhou Sheng will become very friendly Cold, even terrible.

Once a female student wanted to have a close contact with Mr. Zhou Sheng. She pretended to slip and fell on her.

Mr. Zhou Sheng got up directly with a black face, took a bath and changed a whole set of clothes from head to toe. In addition, the girl was transferred directly to other teachers in an inappropriate name. Then the girl dropped out of school because she didn't know how.

Wang Xiaowen was worried.

Cloud painting slapped Professor Zhou Sheng in the face. Professor Zhou Sheng

"Draw, are you OK, relax, relax, breathe deeply - breathe deeply - inhale - exhale -" Zhou Sheng's voice was very soft.

His glasses were broken off, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he looked at the cloud painting calmly. The voice was very soft and soothing, and it sounded very comfortable.

"Come on, close your eyes and take a deep breath..."

Zhou Shengbei Qian's voice is very soft, like a breeze.

Cloud painting slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath with Zhou Sheng's voice

After two or three minutes, she felt that her heart beating too fast slowed down a little bit, and then slowed down a little bit more

She took a deep breath, then a deep breath.

"Draw, I'm going to hold your arm." Zhou Shengbei Qian said softly.

The purpose is to remind cloud painting to avoid the stress reaction just like that.

This time, when Zhou Shengbei Qian held Yunhua's arm, she finally did not respond.

Feeling the temperature from others, Yunhua only felt that the temperature of his limbs was slowly recovering

Move your fingers, move your arms, and your neck

She finally recovered.

Once again, she opened her eyes and looked at Zhou Shengbei Qian, "thank you."

"It's OK." Zhou Shengbei Qian and the people around him were relieved.

And cloud painting, but once again turned to see the silver haired old man in the glass wall.

The painting, still close to the glass wall, is clear.

Cloud painting looks at the painting again.After all, she had psychological preparation, this time, her reaction was not so big.

She looked at the painting with calm eyes. Then, her eyes slowly moved up to the old man with silver hair who was laughing strangely.

Without looking back, she asked, "the phone can talk directly, right?"

Wang Xiaowen Leng for a while, just hastily nod: "yes."

Yunhua reached out and picked up the intercom phone on the glass wall.

The old man with silver hair in the glass wall, when he saw the action of cloud painting, his smile deepened. He held the middle of the painting paper in one hand and continued to show the painting to cloud painting in all aspects. The other hand went to take the intercom phone hanging on the glass wall.

"Like this painting?" The voice of the old man with silver hair came from the phone, thick and deep.

Cloud painting was silent for a moment, "why draw this painting."

"I'll give it to you if you like." The smile of the old man with silver hair is more and more gentle, and his voice is like an earnest old man.

"I don't like it. I hate it." Said Yun Hua.

"Why?" The old man with silver hair smiles, "why do you hate it? I can see clearly from your eyes that fear. Are you afraid of a painting? Why? "

Yun Hua's hand holding the phone is so strong that her fingertips begin to turn white.

"You are beautiful." Seeing the cloud painting did not answer, the old man spoke again.

At this moment, he looked at Xiangyun painting as if he were appreciating a peerless beauty.

"When I see you, I feel as if the most perfect work in the world is about to be born..."

The voice of the old man with silver hair became more and more intoxicated, "will you be a model for me? Let me paint your beauty, the beauty that no one else can see, the beauty that emanates from your bones. My God, I can't control my own impulse to create. As expected, only the most beautiful model can stimulate a painter's creative passion to the maximum extent! I can't wait! "

Yunhua sneered, "let me be your model? You deserve it

"Why not?" "You are my dream model, and you will be the most perfect work in my life."

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