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"Practice this drawing if you have time when you go back, and the blackboard will draw according to it."

Below this line of writing is a picture.

Fang Hui took a closer look and felt his scalp explode.

In the lower left corner of the painting is a small boat, the long river reflects the trees and cattle on the bank, and the mountains hidden in the sea of ​​clouds are farther away.

According to the standards of Chinese landscape painting, the whole painting is actually not complicated, but what she can't accept is that the author used sketches to depict the artistic conception that only ink painting has.

When facing Hou Zhen, she said that she had learned a little bit and would try her best. In fact, there was an element of humility in it, and she was quite satisfied with her painting level.

Now that she saw this painting, she realized what Lin Yue's "I will help you" meant.

Even if she followed the drawing, she might not be able to trace 70% of the drawing on paper, let alone turn it into a blackboard drawing.

"Fang Hui, what's wrong with you? You look so ugly?"

A voice from behind woke her up, and when she turned her head, it was Lin Jiamo.

"I'm fine."

"Why are you standing there for nothing? Let's go, didn't you hear the bell for the end of get out of class?" Lin Jiamo said while carrying her schoolbag.

"Oh." Fang Hui hurriedly folded the painting in his hand, glanced at Lin Yue who was packing up his personal belongings as if nothing had happened, and left with Lin Jiamo with complicated emotions.

...

three days later.

school library.

Lin Yue returned the "Mathematics Bulletin", walked to the bookshelf area inside, and looked at it row by row.

Some of the above books have been read, and some don't want to read. For him, it is very difficult to find a book that can be praised in the middle school library.

Hey, there is this~

Lin Yue took out a book with a rough cover from the bookshelf, went to the front reading area and sat down, opened the pages and glanced at it.

"What book are you reading?"

At this moment, a familiar girl came from behind, and he turned to see Fang Hui.

He closed the book and showed her the cover.

"Animal Farm?"

"What book is this? Is it good?"

"It should be called Animal Farm." Lin Yue said, "Whether it's good or not... that depends on the conscience of the editor and reviewers, but the books of this era should be okay."

Fang Hui sat down beside him: "The painting you asked me to practice should only go to this level at best."

While talking, she took out the drawing paper sandwiched between the pages of the book and handed it over.

Lin Yue took it over and took a look. Although it couldn't be compared with his painting, it did have a taste.

"Well, not bad, I can draw on the blackboard. Let's do it after the afternoon class is over. If you don't move, some people can't sit still."

She knew that what Lin Yue meant was not to draw anything on the blackboard. Zhang Huiran and his group would have to sneer and make sarcastic remarks. After all, the grading was due next Tuesday, and if it dragged on, it would be impossible to finish.

"I wonder where you learned to draw?"

Lin Yue caressed the book "Animal Farm": "Is this very important?"

"..." Fang Hui really wanted to say that it was important, but he didn't have the position to get to the bottom of it. He couldn't tell him that you, a transfer student from the countryside, shouldn't have such specialties. You said you could cook and herd cattle. It’s a normal thing to be able to collect wheat grains. You are good at running and basketball skills, which makes sense, after all, it is a mass sport. But how many country folks are good at painting? If you want to learn art well, you can't do without money.

"Hey, Fang Hui."

Qiao Ran's greeting interrupted Fang Hui's random thoughts, she looked up, Qiao Ran and Chen Xun walked over one after the other, and sat down on the chair opposite the desk.

"You're here too..."

Qiao Ran said: "At first I wanted to go to the playground to play ball, but the weather was too hot, I thought I'd come here early, I didn't expect to run into you."

"Animal Farm? What kind of book is this? Do we still have comic books in our school library?" It was Chen Xun who spoke.

Lin Yue showed Fang Hui the name of the book just now, but he closed it and didn't open it again. If he hadn't seen the original author's name, he wouldn't have taken the book out of the shelf, because the pigs painted on the cover were indeed Affect perception.

"Actually, this book is quite suitable for you." Lin Yue said, looking at the "juvenile books" marked in bold font.

"No, thanks."

At this time, Chen Xun noticed the half-open drawing paper in front of Fang Hui, and picked it up without asking.

"Is this...you drew it?"

Fang Hui took a look at Lin Yue and nodded. She usually doesn't like to talk and likes to keep things in her heart, but that doesn't mean she is stupid. Lin Yue threw the painting to her and asked her to draw according to it. He wants to keep a low profile and doesn't want others to know that his painting skills are so good.

"The drawing is really beautiful."

Hearing what he said, Qiao Ran took it over and looked at it a few times: "It seems that Lin Yue did not choose the wrong person for recommending you."

"Let's talk, I still have something to do." Lin Yue picked up "Animal Farm" and walked to the bookshelf.

"Lin Yue, don't you want to read this book?" Fang Hui didn't understand when he saw that he was about to put the book back.

"Oh, I've seen the original English version before, this...forget it."

Chen Xun heard that he murmured in a low voice, "What are you pretending to do?"

"Then can you show me?" Fang Hui didn't hear clearly, and didn't care what Chen Xun said.

"Of course." Lin Yue walked back, handed her the book, turned and left the library.

...

In chemistry class in the afternoon, Zhao Ye was forced to live because he imitated Lao Liu and couldn't take care of himself.

After class, Fang Hui erased all the calligraphy and paintings on the blackboard at the back of the classroom, and began to draw the sailing picture with chalk. He Sha and Lin Jiamo compared the sketches to help her check it out.

It was very difficult for her to draw, because moving the ink painting to the blackboard requires at least the level of a painting expert. Fortunately, this painting is relatively hazy, unlike those traditional Chinese paintings with the theme of flowers, birds, fish and insects. Except for the difficulty of drawing boats, other The part is fairly simple. I draw a little after class every day and work overtime on Saturday afternoon. It is not a big problem to finish it before the grading day.

Self-study on Friday night, after everyone left, Lin Yue took chalk and eraser to help fix the sailing chart, locked the classroom door and went downstairs after finishing.

One person stayed in the carport and seemed to be waiting for him.

"Lin Yue, is it interesting for you to do this?"

"I don't know what you mean by that." He stopped in front of Po Fenghuang, who was not afraid of thieves thinking about it at all, and looked at the girl opposite.

Kong Lingcao said: "I heard that you made a bet with Chen Xun."

Oh, he suddenly realized that it turned out that it was for the blackboard newspaper to evaluate the betting games.

"There is such a thing. If Class 1 wins the board newspaper competition this time, he loses his guitar to me. If he doesn't win the board newspaper competition, I will go to Class 2 right away, so I won't disturb your eyes."

"What's the point of using Fang Hui's expertise to help you win? Besides, you don't know how to play the guitar, so what's the use of that?"

Empty bell grass is not blind, although the blackboard newspaper has not been completed, but she has read the sketch sailing chart, based on her understanding of the other classes, as long as Fang Hui doesn't play tricks and transfers the content on the drawing paper to On the blackboard, supplemented by Lin Yue's amazing chalk writing, winning the championship is almost a certainty.

Lin Yue walked over to push the bicycle, and said, "At that time, Chen Xun could raise objections. Since he agreed to make this bet, he also accepted the rules of the game. Maybe now that the situation is not good, he regrets it, so he asked you to come over and be a pawn." Lobbyist?"

Kong Lingcao said: "Chen Xun didn't ask me to come here, it was my own idea."

Lin Yue patted the car seat, and the spring made a thumping sound: "The bet has been set, I will not give up easily, he must pay the price for provoking me. And, taking a step back, if I Find him and say the game is void, what do you think Ren Gaoying and his group will arrange for me?"

Konglingcao knew what he meant. Before, Ren Gaoying and his group satirized Lin Yue for wanting to be the squad leader because he wanted to eat ass, but they asked him if he dared to make a bet. Whoever lost the bet would jump off the second floor and get mad. A blushing face, now it's his turn to bet with Chen Xun, then what? Jump in the middle of the car? Let others see his jokes?

"Will not."

"You're not them, how do you know they won't?"

"..." Konglingcao's face changed a few times: "Don't you want to improve your relationship with me? If you give up the bet with Chen Xun this time, I will never target you again in the future."

"Do this for Chen Xun, do you like him that much?"

Kongbellcao suddenly raised her head and looked at him in astonishment.

"You almost wrote 'I like Chen Xun' on your face." Lin Yue took a deep breath, looked at the shadowed figure on the opposite side because the lights of the teaching building were turned off, and said: "I can voluntarily give up the bet with Chen Xun, but there is a Additional conditions."

Kongbellcao said: "What conditions?"