The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 695 0694. The Cold War After the Competition (4)

Zhuang Xinian was pinching her chin and looking at the three paintings, trying to find the most suitable combination among them. Hearing Tan Bing's words, his eyes lit up: "Sister Bingbing, do you have any good suggestions?"

"..."

Tan Bingmu shook his head with a grimace.

But I couldn't help but tell her: "The one you choose is a freehand image. If you are looking for a breakthrough painting, you might as well try changing the painting category or color layer."

Zhuang Xinian was stunned by Tan Bing's words, something flashed through his mind, and he fell into deep thought again.

Seeing that she seemed to have an idea, Tan Bing silently shut up.

At six o'clock, Yu Qinghe brought over dinner.

"Come over and eat, rest for a while, and pay attention to the balance between work and rest." Yu Qinghe took out the same thing, all packed in takeaway boxes.

Shouted, and waited for 10 minutes before a person slowly came over.

Yu Qinghe frowned slightly, "Guo Hanyang, go, bring them all here."

Just as Guo Hanyang picked up the chopsticks, he was forced to put down the chopsticks before the meat was in his mouth.

"Bingbing, rest for a while, Teacher Yu has brought food, let's go and eat." Guo Hanyang ignored Ren Hua and Feld who were relatively close to him, and walked directly to Tan Bing.

Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart.

Tan Bing let out a breath, stood up and patted Zhuang Xinian's shoulder beside him: "Junior Junior Sister, let's go, let's eat."

Zhuang Xinian was still rubbing his chin and staring at his painting. It seemed that he had a clue, but it was very vague. In the end, he could only give up and continue thinking, stood up on his knees, and held Tan Bing's arm together. Walk over to eat.

The five of them and Yu Qinghe sat around the table and started eating.

The atmosphere was unexpectedly silent, but no one was in the mood to pay attention to adjusting the atmosphere.

They even eat mechanically now, and their minds are filled with their own paintings.

Even if Yu Qinghe didn't bring food for them, it is estimated that they would all just eat.

But Yu Qinghe was used to it, and gave them vegetables according to their own tastes, but when Zhuang Xi read the party, he hesitated for a moment, and chose the least error-prone green vegetables for her.

The tasteless meal was finally finished, and after tidying up all the things in a hurry, Yu Qinghe stopped them, preventing them from continuing to sit back.

"Come on, everyone come and tell me what you think."

There was still a look of embarrassment on everyone's face.

In the end, it was Ren Hua who spoke first. He summed up his problem in a few words, and then asked what to do.

While Yu Qinghe was answering Ren Hua, the others finally figured out their thoughts, and the questions gradually took shape in their minds.

Everyone desperately output their own questions to Yu Qinghe, wishing that Yu Qinghe could reproduce his thoughts into their own minds.

Yu Qinghe was besieged until after nine o'clock in the evening, and he glanced at the time and had to calm them down: "Okay, it's getting late, you haven't taken a shower yet, go back, tomorrow morning at 06:30 [-] I will come and open the classroom door, you can come anytime.”

Zhuang Xinian still didn't want to leave, but they had already started packing up their brushes and pads, and Yu Qinghe also left directly.

(End of this chapter)