The Ace Girl of Campus Rebirth

When the painting was placed in front of everyone, everyone took a breath.

At first glance, the painting is not as gaudy as the butterfly painting painted by Xia Zhushan. It is a very calm lake surface.

Because I borrowed Zhou Ziheng's paint, the painting was also colored.

The ordinary scene in the painting was originally not expected to be so surprised by everyone. However, what really made everyone present wide-eyed in horror was not the scene in the painting, nor was there anything unexpected in the painting, but— —

"This? Can it be considered a painting?" Zhou Ziheng directly gave the sharpest comment, "This, this, this is basically a photo!"

Everyone was shocked when Zhou Ziheng said these words.

If this were not a canvas, if the canvas were not surrounded by white, just looking at the center of the painting, everyone would see it as a photograph!

Because the scene in the painting and the scene they saw from the pavilion overlapped in a shocking ratio of almost one to one!

Si Tong said nothing.

Xia Yiwei stepped forward smartly, put her finger on the painting, and touched a little bit of the paint that was not yet dry, "Look, it's not dry yet."

"So this must be a painting just now, not a photo." Ge Mingjin and Xia Yiwei looked at each other and spoke rationally.

Although everyone expected such a result, when the words were pointed out in this way, everyone present could not help but take a breath.

"Did you draw it!?" Zhou Ziheng looked at Si Tong with too much shock and horror in his eyes.

"What! This is impossible!" Xia Zhushan originally raised this point to make Si Tong embarrassed, but she didn't expect that the outcome would be the opposite. She was so shocked that her whole face twitched.

This is impossible! How could she possibly draw such a picture!

"Nothing is impossible." Zhou Ziheng's expression was very excited. He held the painting in his hand. When he looked at Si Tong again, his eyes had completely changed from his eyes to reverence, "This is what you painted! You really It’s a genius!”

"What happened? What happened?" Two art teachers arrived at the scene.

Si Tong remembered that the art teacher on the left with a long black beard on his chin was from Class G. As for the other art teacher who looked proud and had a windy feeling when he walked towards this side, he was undoubtedly from Class A. of.

Not only do students have a sense of honor, students in Class A feel that they are better than Class G in every aspect, even the art teacher.

The art teacher who teaches Class A walked in a posture that was obviously more arrogant than the art teacher of Class G.

Looking up, Si Tong saw two art teachers walking up to the crowd.

The art teacher in Class A also took a look at the painting Zhou Ziheng held in his hand.

"Oh my God! Who painted this!" the art teacher in Class G shouted in surprise, "The colors match... and the art is completely integrated with the scenery! Oh my God! Who is this? The painter can actually paint such a masterpiece!"

The art teacher in Class A's eyes slid downwards on the bridge of his nose, with an obviously surprised and crazy expression.

But he still gave a very steady "cough" and said, "Which of our classmates in Class A painted it? It's a good painting. This work can participate in the provincial art competition!"

Not only is the painting good, it is simply a masterpiece, but the art teacher of Class A feels that he cannot praise the students in his class to the sky.

You should be low-key in life, but I still secretly sigh in my heart that the students in Class A are amazing!

"It's so outstanding." The art teacher of Class G exclaimed from the side: "It's really outstanding! It really deserves to be in Class A, there are such talents!"

In the impression of the teachers, all the good results were obtained by the top students. Similarly, here, the teachers also think that all the good paintings were drawn by the students in Class A.

This is no longer surprising.

until--

The corners of Si Tong's indifferent eyes moved slightly.

Zhou Ziheng's voice rang out: "Teacher, this was drawn by Sitong, a classmate from Class G. It was not painted by our classmate from Class A."