The Joy of Rebirth

Slowly walking to her seat, Lan Muchi had not arrived at school yet. Ye Bihuang took out her political history notebook from her backpack, browsed through it one by one, and copied all the knowledge in the history notebook into her mind.

After copying, with nothing to do, Ye Bihuang directly activated the "Painting Master" skill.

He recalled the look of Shana holding Ye Zi in her arms, and casually took out a pencil and drew a picture. The picture was so lifelike, it was almost like a photo.

If Ye Bihuang hadn't deliberately painted it roughly, people would have thought it was a black and white photo.

In the end, Ye Bihuang specially erased it with an eraser and performed post-processing to make it more like a sketch than a photo.

Looking back, I saw Shana with her head tilted, a pen in her hand, notes on the table, but her eyes were blurred and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

The corner of his mouth curled up, he must be thinking about the passion in the morning, hehe.

"Nana?" It's still early, and there is almost no one in the class. The two of them have been the first to arrive at school and enter the class almost every day since they started school.

"Huh?" Shana trembled slightly when she heard Ye Bihuang calling her, then raised her head and stared at Ye Bihuang doubtfully.

Ye Bihuang reached out and lifted up the sketch he had just drawn on the table, and said with a smile: "Nana, is the drawing good?"

Shana's eyes glanced at the sketch paper, and her somewhat confused eyes suddenly became sober and surprised. She covered her mouth and said in surprise: "Brother Bihuang, did you draw this? It's so beautiful!"

I can see that Shana is fresh and lovely in the picture, and the cute image of the kitten Xiaozi is very vivid. The quality of this painting is definitely comparable to the paintings carefully produced by some comic masters!

As soon as Xia Na stretched out her hand to take it, an idea suddenly flashed in Ye Bihuang's mind. The hand holding the painting retracted, and then he smiled and said: "Nana, wait a moment, there is still room for processing on this painting, I still need to work on it."

Draw it, you wait." With that, Ye Bihuang stood up and walked out of the classroom of Class 2, Grade 3, with the sketch in hand.

Shana looked at Ye Bihuang's leaving figure with stars in her eyes. Ever since Ye Bihuang's last rescue incident, he has truly become a well-known celebrity in the school! In addition, he rejected the monthly salary of 5,000 yuan that time.

, and even covered up a layer of mystery in the hearts of everyone.

A new generation of campus stars! A new generation of school grassroots! A new generation of basketball geniuses!

These are all titles given to him by outsiders.

But today she discovered that his mystery was far more than that. His painting skills were so powerful but he had never shown them to others. Did he have any other skills? Shana put her little hands on her chin, looking at

It contains autumn water and is about to drip.

Ye Bihuang walked out of the classroom because he suddenly remembered that he had an "Optimization Master" skill that he had never used.

Ever since Ye Zi gained the ability to "materialize", the two of them had so much fun that they unconsciously ignored the optimization master's skills, and Ye Zi never reminded him.

Today he is going to try out what this skill does. According to the literal meaning, the meaning of "optimization" can be interpreted as - "removing the dross and taking the essence" in order to become better.

Ye Bihuang held the painting in his hand and silently turned on "Optimization Master" in his mind, and a target option appeared in front of his eyes.

He selected the sketch in his hand and determined to optimize it.

In an instant, a progress bar advances from zero percent to 100 percent, and the entire time does not exceed one second.

"Optimization completed!" This was the system's prompt. Ye Bihuang raised his hand and looked at it, and was stunned. The painting was originally a bit dark. Although the brushwork was very good, the color quality was somewhere between black and white and sketch.

After this optimization, it is indeed a complete sketch, but it is more than that.

On top of this picture, there is a slight movement, which makes the viewers unable to help but be immersed in it. The slight clear sunlight seems to be shining on the shoulders of this girl and the head of this cute cat.

The smile on the girl's face exudes an inexplicable heart-stirring beauty like a gladiolus, and the kitten's eyes seem to have spiritual energy, bright and cute.

"It's so powerful!" Ye Bihuang couldn't help but exclaimed. This optimization function is so powerful. He never thought that one day he would be able to have this ability. Fortunately, he installed the optimization master on his computer in his previous life. Otherwise, in this life,

You certainly won't get this ability.

Ye Bihuang tidied up her clothes and expression, calmed down the excitement in her heart, and walked quickly to the classroom.

"Dang-dang-dang..." Ye Bihuang reached out and handed the comic to Shana. Shana had been waiting for this moment and took the comic. She fell in love with it from the first moment she saw the comic.

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"Brother Bihuang...is this really what you drew? It's so beautiful, so beautiful!" When Shana looked at the comic again, she found that there was a big difference, especially the sunshine, which seemed to be alive.

, she looked at the comics, as if she was in it, and she was that girl. She saw the sun jumping on her shoulders, and there was a beautiful and adorable kitten in her arms.

"I drew it, hehe." Ye Bihuang was a little shy. These were all drawn by him with the help of painting software, and he didn't think he was really talented.

But it is his innate skill that no one can take away.

Xia Na wanted to stand up and throw herself into Ye Bihuang's arms to act coquettishly. This painting was so beautiful, beyond her imagination. However, this was inside the class, so she thought about it and let it go.

"Brother Bihuang, your painting skills are great! You can become a painting master!"

Ye Bihuang laughed and stopped talking, but he was thinking in his heart that his skill was called "painting master", but it was just an amateur, and he never thought about making money with it.

A thought suddenly flashed through Ye Bihuang's mind. If he was a master of a certain kind of art like Lang Lang in later generations, then what he wrote and painted could easily be bought for millions. Then what would happen to him?

What else are you doing?

Thinking of this, Ye Bihuang's heart became hot. He would consider this issue. If possible, he would participate in some competition and slowly become famous.

Didn’t Sanmao say it all? You have to become famous as early as possible.

Just as he was thinking about it, his shoulders suddenly sank.

"Meow..." A cat meowing woke up Ye Bihuang from his ecstasy. It turned out that it was Ye Zi on his shoulder.

Looking back, I saw it was Lan Muxi.

"Morning, deskmate."

"Morning." Lan Muxi glanced at it, and her originally smiling eyes suddenly stared at the picture in Xia Na's hand.

"Xia Na, the painting in your hand is so beautiful." Lan Muchi couldn't help but stare at the painting, and didn't even look away for a long time.

Shana watched for a long time and suddenly heard Lan Muchi talking. She immediately turned around and said with a sweet smile: "Yes, Bihuang painted it for me. It's so beautiful! I can't help but praise him."

Lan Muchi was slightly shocked, and then the smiling expression on his face disappeared instantly, and he reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Is it really you who drew it? My deskmate."

Ye Bihuang nodded slightly to show his agreement.

"The painting is great." Lan Muxi gently crossed Ye Bihuang, sat down in his seat, and put his schoolbag on the table. Ye Bihuang seemed to smell a slightly sour smell from her light tone, smiled slightly, and sat down on his own

on the seat.

"Old classmate, please put the painting away. Don't let others see it. Also, don't say it was painted by me." Ye Bihuang turned to Shana and said.

"Oh, I know." Shana glanced at it with nostalgia, and then carefully tucked the painting into her textbook.

"My deskmate, you are good at painting. When did you start practicing?" Lan Muxi's cold smile suddenly burst into laughter and asked Ye Bihuang.

Ye Bihuang scratched his head and said: "Haha, when I was a child, I liked to draw with a pencil. Later I found that the drawings were quite similar, so I practiced occasionally."

"Practice occasionally?" Lan Muchi was surprised, lightly covering her red lips and widening her eyes.

"Well, that's it..."

"Xiao Zi, I've been here...hehe." Shana stood up and held Xiao Zi on Ye Bihuang's shoulders into her arms. Ye Zi left Ye Bihuang all night yesterday and was very uncomfortable and unaccustomed to this.

As soon as he returned to Ye Bihuang, he was taken away by Shana again, so he was naturally unhappy.

"Meow meow..." (Let me go, let me go, I know you are my master's girlfriend, but you can't do this to me.) Ye Zi meowed deep in her heart,

But Naihe has the body of a cat and is not as strong as Shana. In the end, he still lay obediently in Shana's arms and met her eyes, which was like tears in his eyes.

Ye Bihuang naturally heard Ye Zi's emotions, but it didn't matter, Xia Na was not an outsider, right? So what if she gave her a hug?

Lan Muchi saw Xia Na playing happily with Ye Zi, and thought of the painting again, so she said: "My deskmate, I apologize to you for taking Ye Zi away yesterday."

Ye Bihuang chuckled and said, "I've long since dissipated from my anger. It doesn't matter."

Lan Muchi said again: "Since you don't blame me, can you draw me a picture? I also want the kind of picture Shana has in her hands."

"Uh...well..." Ye Bihuang laughed dryly, and Xia Na's side also suddenly became silent, looking at Ye Bihuang's performance.

"What? Isn't it possible?" Lan Muchi pouted, obviously a little unhappy.

"Okay, okay! Why not! I'll draw it for you right away." Seeing that the eldest lady in front of him lost his temper, Ye Bihuang gritted his teeth and agreed. Maybe he would be cross-examined by Nana after school. But...

...Hehe, in the face of her doubts, I can also implement punishment methods, hehe.

Ye Bihuang smiled happily in his heart, tore off a neat piece of white paper from his homework book, picked up a pencil and started drawing.

Since Lan Muchi was watching intently from the side, Ye Bihuang didn't dare to go too fast and could only sketch slowly, stroke by stroke. Not to mention, when he was drawing slowly, Ye Bihuang really felt like he was a master of painting.

And the painting skills slowly came to my mind.

It's as if he was born with these abilities.

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