Xiangyu middle school classroom.

"Hey, did you see it on the Internet yesterday? The sound of snow falling that Ye Yu sang has soared to the top of the hot search list! "

"Well, of course I did! I see a lot of people commenting on it below, saying which singer God sang it! "

"Haha... I sent it below, knowing who sang it, but they went crazy. Send me a private letter and ask who sang it!"

"Yes, my best friend asked me who I sang, and I would not tell them!"

Squeak!

Ye Yu pushes the door and steps in.

All the students who are talking loudly are quiet, and their eyes are burning at Ye Yu who pushes the door.

"Wow! Here comes the feather! "

"God of songs!"

"Ye Yu, please sign for me!"

"I want to take a picture! Ha ha... I am in the same class with the singer God! How happy! "

Han Xue sits quietly in his seat, watching Ye Yu surrounded by his classmates, with a helpless face and a happy smile on his lips.

"Hey, what do you want? So obsessed? "

I don't know when, leaf feather has already separated from the schoolmates' encirclement, sat on the seat, looked at the trance Han Xue, smiled.

"Ah!"

Han Xue suddenly panicked for a while. Her cheeks were red and infected. She whispered, "no, nothing to think about."

When ye Yu's eyes turned, he said with a narrow smile, "isn't it the scene when he wants to marry me?"

Han Xue bashfully beats Ye Yu for a while, and says in a delicate voice, "there is no such thing!"

"By the way, Mr. Wu asked you to go to him."

Wu Suo is in the office.

Wu Suwei is standing at the back of his desk, splashing ink. Seeing ye Yu come in, he says with a smile, "Ye Yu, you are here. Find a place to sit down. When I finish this painting, I will tell you."

Ye Yu approaches and finds that Wu Suo is painting with concentration.

On the white rice paper, it depicts a picture of mountains and rivers. A dragon rises from the sky, flying through the clouds, seeing the head but not the tail.

On the scroll, the mountains are majestic and magnificent, the running water is incessant, the clouds are winding around, and the dragon is looming.

Ye Yu is a little surprised. Judging from Ye Yu's level, the picture of dragon rising and Kyushu drawn by Wu can barely be seen.

Don't think this is to belittle Wu, on the contrary, it's already a very high evaluation.

You know, Ye Yu stole Tang Bohu's painting ability. The talent of literary master is not joking.

For a master of literature, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After drawing the last line, Wu Suo stood up to close the pen, looked at it carefully for a moment, and smiled with satisfaction, "yes, yes! This painting is my highest level now! "

"Ye Yu, how about my painting?"

Wu Suo asked with a smile to find Ye Yu standing on one side.

Ye Yu was stunned, and then he said, "well, in general, your painting is powerful and powerful! It's ok... Flying dragon's eyes are more perfect! "

Ye Yu wipes his forehead secretly and almost tells the truth. Old Wu is still mad!

"Well, Ye Yu, you have a good eye!"

Wu Suo was very happy to hear ye Yu's praise, and then sighed, "ah, this dragon ball is not that I don't want to draw, it's impossible to write!"

Ye Yu nodded to himself secretly. Since ancient times, he said that the dragon ball is the most difficult to draw!

Looking at this picture of Jiuzhou, Ye Yu was ticklish for a while and said with a smile, "Mr. Wu, since you have no way to start, why don't you let me do it for you?"

"You?" Wu looked at Ye Yu suspiciously and asked disbelievingly.

Ye Yu nodded and smiled, "yes, it's me. Let me draw the dragon ball."

"This"

Wu Shuo pondered for a moment and asked Ye Yu, "did Ye Yu go through systematic painting practice?"

Ye Yu scratched his head. "Well, to tell you the truth, no, but I feel like I'm good at painting!"