daily bloodline

Chapter 280 Painting
In primary and junior high schools, there was a kind of students who would be disdainful and rejected by other students collectively - making small reports.

When it comes to high school and college, there is another category of people that students reject: the student union.

To be precise, it is some members of the student union with serious bureaucracy.

A very interesting thing, this kind of people are not outstanding in themselves, most of them suddenly get a little power, they are so floating that they can't see themselves clearly, and their leadership ability is almost zero.

"Damn it!, those dog hanging things last night..."

Early the next morning, as soon as Su Ying went out, she ran into Ou Yafei who was cursing.

"What's wrong?" Su Ying was curious.

"When I came back last night, I ran into a dorm checker, and I almost started doing it. Those from the two military academies, the shitty stuff came into the house and dragged it like [-] to [-]."

"Did you check the bed?" Su Ying was puzzled, and looked at Bao Long: "Did you check the bed last night?"

Bao Long shook his head, with a blank face: "I haven't seen it before."

"Dare to enter your house." Ou Yafei said: "A few idiots went out, I asked why not go to the next door to check the bedroom, and ran away as if deaf, hahahaha TMLGBD! Report it, they are not strict in checking the bed."

Su Ying also laughed.

"Look at it? The students in the university's student union are only so capable. They use school rules to oppress others. They really don't dare to deal with hard problems."

Ou Yafei waved his hand, and his interest faded: "Last night when we entered our room, we put on airs. There was a drunk zombie in the room with green eyes. They were also frightened. Seeing that we were angry, they flinched."

"The bastards in the Military Academy are mentally abnormal. The abilities of a bunch of trash can be used to some extent. They are bouncing around." Zhang Zhendong came out of the dormitory, yawning, holding a black umbrella in his hand, and sneered.

"I think, the school rules that should be obeyed should be obeyed, for example..."

Su Ying paused and pondered for a while: "Are there any really meaningful school rules?"

Everyone thought about it and sighed dejectedly.

"Actually, I was already awakened when I was in high school. I can't fully abide by the school rules, so I should be myself and try not to disturb other people." Su Ying laughed.

"No rubbish in the trash can." Zhang Zhendong lazily said, "That's what the people who checked the bedroom said last night."

Ou Yafei: "If the trash can is not filled with garbage, what is it filled with? Pretentious?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Except for the dormitory, a group of people dispersed one after another.

Su Ying came to the classroom for class.

He studied sculpture, and today he will learn sketching from his teacher. Tentacle girls Wen Lan and Bao Long are also in class together, but the three of them seldom communicate.

"It's too simple!" Su Ying commented on the sketch after drawing a few very realistic fruits: "Is this all there is to the sketch?"

The female teacher didn't say anything. People with strong spatial thinking ability can start sketching quickly, and she had expected Su Ying's body control ability. After all, the boy in front of him is one of the strongest creatures on the surface, so she praised Su Ying. Just one sentence and left.

Then Su Ying saw two balls of steel wool and two mirrors on the podium today.

Su Ying: "Are you a devil?"

"Quite simple."

The female teacher crossed her arms and said softly, with a hint of revenge in her voice.

The female teacher is Murong Yan, she is extremely beautiful, but she is only 25 years old, with a gentle and calm personality.

If Su Ying knew her name, she would probably be amazed that this is the second double surname he has encountered, and it sounds very fairy.

Of course, there is no simple person who can be a teacher in a school for capable people.

What Su Ying didn't know was that she, a quiet female teacher, was famous all over the world for her oil paintings, and the starting price of a painting was seven figures - a beautiful knife.

This is not only because of her good painting, but also because of her ability - Ma Liang.

Ma Liang of Ma Liang.

Murong Yan can make the painting come out of the paper and become a real existence. It also needs the maintenance of Yuanli. Before the Yuanli is exhausted, it will not be affected. Turning red, she turned to squeeze her own blood.

At first glance, the price of this ability is not high, it is very safe, but the more pigments turned into, the more blood will be squeezed out, if the total amount of pigments exceeds 70.00% of the blood in the body, Murong Yan will lose too much blood in an instant. die.

As get out of class was approaching, Su Ying finally handed over her masterpiece to Murong Yan.

"It's pretty good." Looking at the pile of fairly vivid steel wool balls on the painting, Murong Yan smiled: "How do you feel?"

Behind the drawing board, by the window at the other end of the classroom, Wen Lan danced with tentacles behind her, constantly attracting Su Ying's attention, and at the same time frantically winked at Su Ying and made mouth movements to signal him to stop talking.

Seeing her movements, Su Ying felt that this girl was really arrogant and bared her teeth and claws at her, so she decided to carry on her pretense to the end.

"Quite simple."

Wen Lan: "..."

Grass!
If it wasn't for her phobia, she really wanted to rush up and beat Su Ying violently.

Murong Yan nodded and left.

Within two days, it was another sketch class.

Su Ying watched helplessly as Murongyan held a lining cloth, which contained a box of glass beads, a stainless steel flagon, a teddy bear, steel wool balls, and a statue of Avalokitesvara.

She walked into the classroom just like that, with a gentle and intellectual temperament that reminded people of some of the most beautiful pasts in life.

Wen Lan held her head in pain, only feeling her head buzzing.

"Did I offend you in any way?" Su Ying asked humbly.

Murong Yan's tone was calm: "I'm afraid you think it's simple."

This woman is really vicious!

"I'm superficial." Su Ying decisively admitted her mistake.

"No, your talent is very good."

Murong Yan said: "Very good, you are very talented in painting. I just briefly explained the basics, and you can already paint still lifes. This is the talent that a qualified painter should possess."

"For painting, talent is very important. I don't want to say that hard work is not important, but it is a cruel fact-on the road of art, talent is far more important than hard work."

"Just like your first sketch, in terms of space and realism, it has already surpassed 90.00% of the five candidates in the national art test every year. It is true that this is due to superpowers, but superpowers, so what? Isn't it a kind of talent?"

"Really? I'm so talented?" Su Ying grinned: "So teacher, you found out that my talent is so good, are you going to use these things to train me?"

"No, just a little revenge for what you said before, sketching is not easy."

Su Ying: "..."

"I think you should realize that from fruit to steel ball, the difficulty of painting increases geometrically. This time I specially invited the statue of Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands. The hands of Avalokitesvara are carved very vividly. You need to draw all of them. Come out, if you can't draw, put away your contempt for painting, make good use of your talent, and you are not allowed to use a fake body in class in the future."

Su Ying: "..."

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