After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

A student's work can be praised by the principal of the studio personally, indicating that he is excellent.

Qi Linqing was able to paint well in a few days after learning to sketch and gouache, which shows that he is a genius.

And now his painting skills are even better than the professional teachers who have been immersed in art exams for many years...This is already the point of enchanting.

All the teachers present were shocked and they couldn't talk from ear to ear.

Even if Han Shi has repeatedly assured that Qi Linqing is definitely a beginner in Western painting, they can't believe the facts in front of them.

It's incredible.

"So what should I call Qi Linqing, an exceptionally talented art genius?" one of the teachers murmured.

"How did he do it? He can paint better than Pan Xuehai..."

"I definitely don't believe he is a beginner."

Pan Xuehai: "..."

He actually became a tool for these teachers to compare with Qi Linqing.

Han Shi sighed and said, "Believe it or not."

Anyway, Han Shi didn't think that Qi Linqing would be the kind of person who deliberately concealed his painting skills in order to be assigned to Class D.

Female Sketch Teacher of Class A: "I heard that Qi Linqing and classmate Zhong Chen from Class D are a pair? Could it be for classmate Zhong..."

She left behind a fascinating introduction.

Qi Linqing drops Class D for love.

Everyone felt that this might be the case, and they all agreed.

Pan Xuehai pushed Han Shi, and asked in a low voice, "Is that what happened?"

Han Shi: "...how is it possible?!"

During this period of time, Han Shi feels that Qi Linqing is definitely not a person who can fall in love.

The child is very calm and has a passion and perseverance for painting.

He knew exactly what he wanted.

The painting of Qi Linqing was carefully rolled up and put into the bottom of the office box after Pan Xuehai was about to come.

Regardless of whether Qi Linqing has concealed his time limit for studying Western painting, with the talent of the other party, the future is absolutely promising, so he first collects it as a respect.

There was no rumor about this matter, and it only became a hot topic for teachers to discuss privately for a few days.

Qi Linqing didn't know that his painting level was higher than Pan Xuehai's.

In the next few days, he actively asked Pan Xuehai for advice in class: "Teacher, how should this **** be adjusted better?"

"Teacher, do you think I can handle the details of the halo like this?"

Pan Xuehai: "..."

This embarrassment immediately tied me up.

He really wanted to ask Qi Linqing, my child, what are your misunderstandings about your own strength?

You can be my teacher anymore!

Seeing Qi Linqing's serious expression of asking for advice, Pan Xuehai could only answer with difficulty:

"Classmate Qi, I may not be able to teach you anymore."

"What's wrong?" Qi Linqing asked hurriedly.

Pan Xuehai whispered: "...you don't have to wait for half a month to get into Class A after the mock test, I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you."

"Why do you say that?" Qi Linqing was surprised, "I think you are a very good teacher. Every time I listen to you in class, I learn a lot..."

When Pan Xuehai listened, tears fell in his heart.

"I think you can be my teacher, really." He said depressed.

Qi Linqing was even more surprised, "What are you talking about?"

Pan Xuehai took a deep breath to calm his mood, and said slowly: "Student Qi, don't you think your colors are very powerful?"

Qi Linqing was puzzled: "Huh?"

He has never realized that his own color is an advantage.

Although he has been hailed as a painting saint by later generations, he is mostly famous because of his line drawing technique.

Qi Linqing felt that he might have gained a little in researching the new gouache color, but it was definitely not as good as the opponent said.

It doesn't look like a fake expression when looking at the other party.

Pan Xuehai was suddenly a little scared.

No way, no way.

In the eyes of others, Qi Linqing is already a great painter, and he still thinks he is very ordinary, right?

"never mind……"

"You, these questions, let me ask others." Pan Xuehai sighed in his heart.

Qi Linqing nodded earnestly, "Okay."

Pan Xuehai: "..."

A few days passed in a flash.

Zhimo Studio is about to usher in its first weekend of rest.

The day before the holiday, Zhong Chen asked Qi Linqing: "Do you want to come to my house?"

Zhong Chen knew that the relationship between the other party and his family was not very good.

Occasionally there are calls from the Qi family, and Qi Linqing hangs up after a few calls.

No matter what Qi Linqing does, he is very serious, even to the point of being solemn and rigid.

For people like him, perfunctory coping is extremely rare.

Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "No, I will go back to my new home."

Zhong Chen: "New home?"

Qi Linqing: "The house my grandpa bought me."

Zhong Chen: "Oh."

Qi Linqing bent down and continued packing.

Zhong Chen paused, then thought of something, and said:

"My mom wants to see you."

Qi Linqing chuckled lightly and said, "This is a polite remark from Auntie."

"No!" Zhong Chen was also a little embarrassed when he said it, but Zhong's mother did repeatedly ask him to invite Qi Linqing home on the phone.

Although he only met, he found that Mrs. Zhong seemed to like Qi Linqing very much.

Qi Linqing closed the box and prepared to go out.

Zhong Chen pursed his lips and said, "Come on, I will teach you the secret of learning."

......Can only use this method to lure the other party into the bait. He sighed deeply in his heart.

Qi Linqing paused, looked back at him, and said:

"Then I will come to you on Sunday afternoon, and then we can go back to the studio together."

Zhong Chen: "!!!"

He reserved "um", but he was a little excited in his heart.

I don't know what I am excited about... Obviously they sleep together in the studio dormitory every day.

Zhong Chen reacted to the ambiguity in his mind and patted his head vigorously, trying to make himself sober.

Before he can fully confirm that the other party is the master, he can't let himself sink deeper and deeper.

On Friday afternoon, there were lots of cars parked outside Zhimo's studio.

Gan Yishan waved to his roommate and stood on the side of the road waiting for a taxi with his bag in hand. While waiting, she did not forget to wear headphones to listen to the explanation of the newcomers of traditional Chinese painting.

Every time I listened to the audio, Gan Yishan felt that the anchor's voice was inexplicably familiar. But she couldn't tell where she was familiar with.

She saw Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen walking here.

Qi Linqing was also taking a taxi, and was talking to the driver while holding his mobile phone:

"Hello Master, I am at the northeast gate of Zhimo Studio...well, I have arrived at my destination and waited."

The sound drifted along the wind to Gan Yishan's ear, and it happened to completely overlap with the audio explanation in the earphone.

Gan Yishan froze in place, as if struck by lightning.

She turned her eyes and landed on Qi Linqing's raised right hand.

I saw that there was also a red mole on his mouth that was exactly the same as the anchor of the new Chinese painting artist.

Gan Yishan: "..."

The master of traditional Chinese painting that she is thinking of, is actually by her side? !

At this time, an online car-hailing car stopped at the door.

The driver rolled down the window and shouted, "Is the tail number 1989?"

Qi Linqing: "Yes."

He carried the suitcase and walked to the trunk of the car.

Gan Yishan couldn't help it anymore, catching up with him and said to him, "Is your Douyin account a newcomer to Chinese painting?"

Qi Linqing was startled and nodded.

He felt that he was recognized, and there was nothing to deny about it.

Zhong Chen's eyes circled between the two people, and his keen intuition made him quickly smell a little unusual smell.

Gan Yishan looked towards Qi Linqing, his lips trembled and said:

"Me, can I worship you as a teacher?"

Zhong Chen: "?"

The author has something to say: Gan Yishan: I’m directly hello, Master

Zhong Chen: ... a strong sense of crisis, someone robbed me of Master! )

Starting day tomorrow

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