The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 692 0691. The Cold War After the Competition (1)

Zhuang Xinian looked at Tan Bing in bewilderment, his big eyes filled with silent questions of "what are you doing".

Tan Bing didn't glance at Zhuang Xinian, but looked at Yu Qinghe very seriously.

Yu Qinghe paused for a moment, then looked at Zhuang Xinian: "Is that so? If so, I'll talk about yours first."

Zhuang Xinian turned her head subconsciously, just as she opened her mouth, she felt something slapping herself desperately under the table.

She was silent, then nodded with great difficulty: "That's right, Teacher Yu."

Yu Qinghe didn't say much, but after looking majestically across the two of them, he began to tell Zhuang Xinian about her peony picture.

"Xi Nian, do you prefer oil paintings?" Yu Qinghe looked at the line draft Zhuang Xi Nian gave, and asked.

Zhuang Xinian was taken aback for a moment, and then recovered under the urging of Tan Bing and replied: "Ah, I don't know which one I like better, but my father taught me more oil painting and less Chinese painting since I was a child. There are more oil painting equipment at home, so I prefer oil painting to paint."

"Your father?" Yu Qinghe glanced at Zhuang Xinian in surprise, as if he hadn't expected that she still had a family connection.

"Well, you should know each other." Zhuang Xinian blinked her big eyes, and looked at Yu Qinghe obediently.

When Yu Qinghe was looked at by her, a light flashed in his mind, Zhuang Xinian, Zhuang...

It turned out to be the case.

"Since it was your father who taught you, then I won't say anything more. Your father has indeed made great achievements in oil painting, and your oil paintings are also very good. After all, I have seen your awards, but Your traditional Chinese painting is indeed a bit inferior." Yu Qinghe smiled slightly, and didn't make too much of a fuss, and pointed to Zhuang Xinian's line draft and asked a few questions.

"...That's all for the time being, and you have to draw more after you draw it yourself. Traditional Chinese painting emphasizes meaning rather than form, so understand it well."

After the words fell, Yu Qinghe finally couldn't hold on anymore, took his own thermos, unscrewed the cap and poured a small glass of water to drink, moistening his throat.

It took almost half an hour to explain to Zhuang Xinian. Because he paid more attention to understanding many things, he needed to explain to Zhuang Xinian more thoroughly, lest she would not understand.

Zhuang Xinian had already fallen into deep thought, clutching her sketch with a dazed look on her face, her pupils lost focus, no matter how you looked at her, she seemed to be wandering away.

But Yu Qinghe ignored her, caught Tan Bing directly, and started talking about her line draft.

Tan Bing evaded all morning, but in the end he couldn't dodge.

When Yu Qinghe saw her line draft, his expression was very obvious, as if he couldn't believe how it could be like this.

"Teacher Yu, I..." Tan Bing was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, he lay on the table and wanted to use his hands to pull himself into the ground.

"Teacher Yu, I had some conflicts with Tan Bing last night, that's why she didn't perform well." Guo Hanyang intercepted the conversation before Tan Bing could speak.

Yu Qing and his insightful eyes swept between the two students, and Guo Hanyang and Tan Bing felt awe-inspiring. There was no wind in the studio, but there were waves of cold sweat on their backs.

"During the competition, focus on the competition, talk about ice penalties and do [-] basic exercises."

"Teacher Yu...!" Guo Hanyang was a little anxious.

"Okay, I'll remember, thank you Teacher Yu!" Tan Bing agreed directly.

　Well, I'm back!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)