Chapter 100 Portrait
"Then would you like me to help you out? I think I still have such a small amount of money."

Feng Chuchu raised his eyebrows and smiled, stretched out his hand to lift Yu Sinian's chin, rubbing it ambiguously.

With Yu Sinian's appearance, it is quite enough to be a little boy.

If Yu Sinian's energy is really strong enough, Feng Chuchu in the previous life must have heard of it, but she hasn't heard of it, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Of course, Feng Chuchu wasn't really interested in taking care of Yu Sinian, but just teased him suddenly.

"Okay."

Yu Sinian receded and fell on the sofa, the corners of his lips were raised, his face looked like he was at the mercy of the king, his long and narrow peach eyes were shining with stars.

"come……"

Demon!
Feng Chuchu cursed secretly, turned around and looked at the things in the room instead of looking at Yu Sinian.

This is an extremely simple rental house, with one bedroom and one living room. There is not much furniture in the living room, only a sofa and a table, not even a TV.

Under the bright incandescent lamps, there are scattered paint palettes, crumpled papers, and drying frames everywhere.

Feng Chuchu doesn't know how to analyze Yu Sinian's level geometry from an artistic point of view, but from the perspective of an outsider, the manuscript is lifelike, with proper light and shade, and it doesn't look like it was written by a high school student at all.

"Why do you live here?"

Feng Chuchu carefully looked at Yu Sinian's brushwork, familiar brushwork, and expensive painting utensils. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a child from a poor family can catch up. What's more, he can take out a mobile phone, and he took away the head teacher with just one call. .

This place doesn't really match his identity.

Seeing that the hookup was futile, Yu Sinian straightened his clothes, stood up and walked to Feng Chuchu's side, casually glanced at the painting she was looking at.

It's just a simple still life, with bright colors and clean outlines. It can be seen that the basic skills are extremely solid.

"I was kicked out by the Yu family."

Yu Sinian answered Feng Chuchu's question very flatly, and took the drawing paper from her hand, "Go and sit over there, and I will draw for you."

He lowered his eyes and picked up the palette, squeezed out several cans of paint on different color patches, and gently swept the paint with a brush.

Feng Chuchu looked at the room where there was almost no place to stay, and silently passed through the messy things in the room and sat on the sofa.

Kicked out by the Yu family...

The girl propped her chin in thought, without deliberately making any movements.

Yu Sinian's eyes lit up, and without making a sound, he quietly smeared the paint, his hands fluttered on the drawing paper, and the outline of a girl was slowly outlined.

Feng Chuchu was actually thinking about his own system. Although this system did give him some benefits, it seemed to be a weak point before upgrading to the third-level open mall.

During this period of time, a few points have been added piecemeal, and now it is only less than 100 points, which is still far from the goal of [-] points to advance to the third level.

She is quite curious about this system, but suffers from no way to add points.

Seeing Yu Sinian's paintings now, it seems that some idea vaguely popped up in his mind, and he wanted to grasp it but couldn't.

However, with just a few strokes, the image of the young girl appeared vividly on the paper. Yu Sinian rinsed the nib of the pen clean, interrupting Feng Chuchu's thinking, "Okay."

The girl stood up in amazement and walked to the drawing paper. It only took so long to finish the drawing?

On the drawing paper is the outline of a girl dyed with gouache, and the details are clearly sketched, but they are so lifelike.

(End of this chapter)

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