My Extraordinary Achievement

The speed of painting to the sand painting is even faster than that of Meng Fan. The practice of yesterday night is more than three in the morning. Meng Fan feels that there should be 12+, 13+, plus this morning. By the practice of more than three in the afternoon, it is basically no problem to 15+.

In addition to the practice of Meng Fan's madness, the most important thing is that because there is no such thing as a technical bottleneck, it is a matter of course. As long as the amount of practice keeps up, it is better than once, without any hindrance.

The 15+ painting technique was also the reason why I felt that I was about to catch up with her after Wen Hao saw it.

In fact, from the perspective of painting skills, Meng Fan should be more than gentle, but the experience is still too much.

In addition, the ability to create ideas and tell stories can be filled with imagination and scriptwriting, but the concept of artistic conception is really not an attribute that can be easily filled. Life experience and understanding of the world, Meng Fan is definitely worse. A lot of it.

This is also the biggest gap between Meng Fan and Wen Yu.

After Meng Fan got the equipment for the performance, he was somewhat shameless. He said to Wen Hao, "Why, I said, "How do I say that you are teaching, and this is going to the stage of the Double Eleven. I can't lose face to you either. I will go to the deep city on the plane tomorrow morning. I still have some time today. Can you hug your thigh of this golden Buddha!"

Wen Yanbai glanced at Meng Fan: "Qin Qin said yes, you are the typical near is not inferior." Waving his hand, "You go ahead, I will do it right down."

"Ok."

Meng Fan, who was defamed by the villain, looked charming and looked back and walked back. When he hit the door, he twisted his **** and continued to retreat.

This is a temporary hug, and the attitude is always there. At least, you have to make the Golden Buddha happy, otherwise people will let you experience.

experience!

The stage experience is very important.

Meng Fan himself has no experience in the performance of the sand painting stage. It is impossible to temporarily go where to upgrade. The best way is to take it from Wen Hao.

Theoretical experience, that is also experience!

Shortly after Meng Fan came down, Wen Hao came, brought a notebook, and after losing a few white eyes, he took his stage experience very seriously and shared it with Meng Fan.

At first, Wen Wei was only impressed with Meng Fan. He felt that this guy was interesting and novel, and then he was amazingly surprised by his talents. Then, it was really touched by Meng Fan’s efforts. He finally learned that Meng Fan turned out to be double. The eleventh night will be a hard sand painting... This really doesn't know what to say.

How can a person recognize this point to his talents? Is this just self-confidence? This is expansion, it is shameless!

Well, no matter what, no matter how unhappy you are on your lips, I am still very happy to see Meng Fan go further.

Very curious, what the **** can this guy go to, no, it should be said to be curious about what the guy can go to in the short few days before the double eleven.

Wen Yu is very certain that Meng Fan will have a great progress in the days from the double eleven.

It is impossible to surpass yourself!

Of course, let's leave it alone, as a sand painting educator, and she is a educator who has retired from the second line after she reached the peak of honor. The thing she wants to see most is that blue is better than blue!

"I thought about it. The ordinary way may not be very suitable for you. Let's take the case directly for analysis. I have prepared ten videos of my previous performances and ten videos of other sand painting performers. Wonderful performances, whimsy, performance accidents and some clever response to the accident..."

Wen Wei plays the video, and after a while, it will pause, not only the advantages and disadvantages of the video and the precautions. In addition, she also talks a lot about her insights and experience. Many points are very detailed, many points are also A sentence has been taken, it is entirely for the case of Meng Fan.

Meng Fan listened very carefully, and also invisibly opened the live broadcast aid, recorded the whole process, and could view and climb at any time.

It’s less than four in the afternoon, and it’s been said that it’s more than ten o'clock in the evening.

"This time, I really can't teach you anything!"

After Wen Hao finished speaking, he took a long breath and looked at the state of Meng Fan. He even waved his hand: "Yes, look at your appearance, it is impossible for you to invite me to dinner. You continue It’s a crazy man!”

The notebook was not taken, and he left the studio directly dragging his body.

Meng Fan really wants to continue practicing. I am embarrassed: "That, Teacher Wen, I am coming back to invite you to dinner."

Wen Hao raised his hand to the half and put it down, his head did not have the strength to turn.

"What's wrong?"

There are still people in the studio who can see the warmth and look like Wen Yu is in the studio with Meng Fan, but still can't help but be curious.

Ding Quanzhen had entered the observation before this, but it didn't take long to come out. The reason is very simple. I can understand it but can't digest it. The things that Wen Yan said, you listen on the side, how can you bear to miss a few words? The amount of information is big, you have to listen carefully, your brain can really blow.

Therefore, Ding Quanzhen’s painful thoughts came out, and it’s too uncomfortable.

At this time I saw the appearance of Wen Yu, a pair of I have already seen everything, and said: "It is estimated that it has been drained! Iron brother is simply enchanting!"

Of course, the people on the side know what they have squeezed, and they are also amazed, people are more dead than people!

This evening, the studio that was less than ten o'clock was still at eleven o'clock and there were people practicing. The talent couldn't compare, so the effort must keep up with it.

"I am going to the deep city, I am not going to run today."

The next day, Meng Fan got up early, sent a WeChat to Wu Tong, and then called the Xing Tsai song that had already been called.

Xing Tage yawned and complained for a few words before he got out of bed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then drove into the community and moved the sand painting table and other equipment together with Meng Fan.

Meng Fan gave two cups of coffee to Xing Tie, and then he drove to the airport.

After boarding and consigning, Meng Fan flew to the deep city at 7:30.

Airplane!

Meng Fan’s first flight after his rebirth, he was flustered, knowing that it was impossible for the domestic hijacking incident before his birth, but there was always a shadow.

Overcome it!

It is impossible not to fly in this life!

Less than two and a half hours, the plane landed smoothly, and Meng Fan picked the hat.

Say no fear or embarrassment, wear a hat to keep you safe!

Bai Hao arranged the pick-up person, the first to go to the hotel, the rehearsal was arranged in the afternoon, the sand painting platform and other things were directly sent to the stadium after Meng Fanjin entered the hotel.

This hotel was packaged by the organizers of the Double Eleven Party. The staff of the Double Eleven Party, including band musicians, dancers, etc., can also see some stars. Basically, Meng Fan is called A famous star.

Bai Hao and Su Qingqi just got up and had breakfast in a restaurant. Meng Fan was taken by the staff.

White face is very dark?

When Meng Fan came closer, he saw who was in front of the day.

Zhu Yu, the singer who made a notice of hype and a singer in the day, what was the last time he was at the event? On the red carpet, seeing the harassment of the white scorpion, he did not even swear, and then Meng Fan kicked into the venue.

It looks like it is harassing again.

Is it so bloody?

Can also encounter this kind of story!

Meng Fan thought, should he be like a lot of web novels at this time?

Snapped!

I haven't waited for Meng Fan to understand. The black-faced white cockroach suddenly picked up the cup and poured the juice inside onto Zhu Yu's face. The power was great, the sound was loud, and the juice splashed.