Doomsday Strikes Back

The colleague said, "Don't look at me like that! It makes me feel embarrassed! Fusheng, you are crazy!"

As he spoke, his face retracted into his arms like a snail. Fusheng's colleague was simply a weirdo!

When Fusheng looked at the painting of the same person, he almost vomited out the food he had eaten. Fusheng said, "Come on, dear, this is the portrait you painted! This little girl has been your model for half a day.

You shouldn’t make other people’s paintings look like this! And why every time you draw, why do you...why...why do you like to draw people’s profiles so much, but you can’t draw people’s fronts!...

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Fusheng took the drawing board from the same position, and Fusheng laughed loudly and said, "No way! Haha... No way! Haha... You are so interesting! Look at the portraits you drew. Look at the portraits you drew.

The person’s profile picture! If a model girl sees it, the consequences will be really unimaginable!”

The same person said, "I'm pretty good at painting!"

Fusheng said, "Ah!...You are so humble! Look at this painting, why do you always remove the back of the person's head? Is the head of the model as flat as you painted it? Quickly wipe it.

Come on! If someone sees the model, they will make a fuss with you. Look how beautiful and cute the model is, and it is ruined by your drawing like this. Are you still stunned? Hurry up!

, hurry up and fix his profile picture, that female model is not easy to deal with, she is a very willful girl, if he sees it, you will suffer!"

The same person said, "I won't look it up! This is my painting style. I can paint whatever I want. What can others not do about me? Others can't control it. In my impressionistic eyes, this is what I see on her head."

Look like that. What to do!"

Fusheng said, "Damn, when did you become everyone? You are still an Impressionist. I guess you are a troublemaker! Who do you think you are! Do you think you are Manet's "Luncheon on the Grass" or Monet's

"Sunrise·Impression", your paintings are worthless! You are not Manet or Monet, okay? Why do you make yourself look like everyone else! Haha... aren't you just being naughty?"

The colleague said, "You didn't know that happened! Monet is my master and my ancestor."

Fusheng said, "Oh my god! No way, you...how can you be like this! You are so powerful. Look at the sandstorms in Beijing. It's probably you who blew them. And you can't be more modest! Damn it!"

Why don’t you make yourself look the same as everyone else? Haha... Hurry up, bring me the portrait of the character, and look at the back of his head."

Fu Sheng said it all, and the fellow finally figured it out. When he finally wiped off the back of the model's head, he didn't expect that, poor fellow, all of this was seen by the model with a human face behind him. That female model was not easy to mess with.

My master, that female model has two treasures, and is willful and unruly. Fusheng said in his heart, "This is really a miserable situation for the same position. The same position is over, and bad luck is about to befall him."

I saw the female model holding up the drawing board of the same model, but the model, perhaps because of fear, stood up from the bench and sat on the ground. The model said, "I...I...I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it...

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I saw the female model blushing and having a bruised neck. She raised the drawing board and begged her colleagues, "No... no..."

But it was too late. Fu Sheng had never seen a woman who was so fussy about such a trivial matter. It was too late, everything was over. Poor fellow, so pitiful. I saw the drawing board hanging between the neck of the fellow, and the fellow became dizzy and said, "

It doesn’t hurt…it doesn’t hurt…”

As he spoke, the poor fellow stood up and cried, "I'll go... tell the teacher to go, I'll tell the teacher to go... you vicious woman."

Fu Sheng wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh out loud. He saw that the drawing board between his neck was like a piece of cake. Fu Sheng said in his heart, "Hey... my friend, if you are hungry, just bite the cake between your neck and eat it!"