Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 661 Blind man painting

  This game started without warning, and Qin Qing’s good voice shocked the four.

  A blind person who learns art from an early age is better than sketching, which is tantamount to hitting a rock with a pebble. Other transfer students who were robbed of the limelight at the beginning all secretly complained. The girl was crazy because she wanted to enter the student union, and even the other people's teasing naively jumped into the pit.

   But on the other side of the Student Union, even Huo Junsen looked at the girl deeply. No one could guess what they were thinking, and strangely no one came out to stop it.

"Qin Qing, have you considered it clearly? Bai Ling participated in many international competitions. Last year he opened his own painting exhibition. He sat on the seat of art minister based on his strength. Painting this kind of door.” Bessie persuaded with all his heart, hoping that the young girl could rein in the precipice and not completely offend Boring to death.

  "It's just a small game, just to learn to communicate." Qin Qing also found it boring to sit and drink juice, and now she had a chance to enter the student union. She could also feel the other party's temptation, so she agreed.

  But Bexi couldn't understand. She felt that Qin Qing was too aggressive and doing things too selfishly, and sooner or later he would get into trouble.

  "I'll cut the pen for you. I will draw a sheet of paper until the president will be the referee." Bai Ling was generous, and handed the pen and paper to the girl. It's just that on the matter of the referee, Xiang Le took the initiative to ask for it in the name of being an art student. Boling rolled his eyes without objection, and sat on the other side.

   "Okay, let's get started, I'll time you." Xiang Le smiled and posed on the opposite side, but the cynical peachy eyes were secretly observing Qin Qing on the side.

Brushing and brushing... the sound of the charcoal falling on the paper is very fast. Boring has ten slender fingers and is recognized as a school flower by a talent. When drawing, her face is serious and has a slight contrast, and her sketch is also the first in the entire professional class. One.

  When the two were competing, other people also watched over, and the transfer students all approached Boling by appointment. Seeing the picture formed on the drawing paper, they all exclaimed in admiration.

   "The painting is really good, and it is very three-dimensional."

   "As expected of the Minister of the Fine Arts Department, this kind of sketching is too fast, and the drawing is so exquisite."

  ...Renmei can draw pictures, she is simply the goddess in the minds of many otakus, and their compliments are not considered false.

The result was a long time of complimenting, but when the students in the student union walked to the other side, I couldn’t help but murmur: a blind man with glasses can draw a circle is an extravagant hope, let alone a sketch. .

  Bexi was originally angry, and wanted Qin Qing to learn something, so she intentionally or unintentionally stepped aside and didn't help. But now I saw people in the student union standing behind her for more than ten minutes, without saying a word, and she was a little confused in her heart, so she squeezed in from the side, looking down just to see the cushion on the board. On the drawing paper.

"How can this be? !

  Besh opened her mouth wide in surprise and stared at the paper blankly. If it weren’t for the fear of interrupting the progress of the game, she would like to exclaim.

  As soon as fifteen minutes arrived, Bai Ling put down the pen, and when she looked up in her concentration, she was almost shocked by the black press on the opposite side, and then she felt something was wrong.

   "How did it turn out?" She turned her head to look at Xiang Le, her voice already a little heavy.

  Xiang Le’s gaze slowly moved away from Qin Qing’s paper, but there was no smile at the bottom of her eyes, "You lost."

you lose.

   A simple one sentence conclusion, without euphemism, shocked the transfer students.

  "How is it possible, even if Qin Qing also has a background in painting, it is impossible to paint at the level of Bo Ling."

   "Yes, she can't see it again, she doesn't even know where she painted..."

  "Shut up!" The chattering help of several men was suddenly interrupted by Bai Ling. She stretched out her hand and rushed to the other side, without a trace of emotion on her coquettish face, "Show me your painting."

  Qin Qing heard the words, put the charcoal aside, and slowly passed the drawing board in his hand.

  After the indoor sunset sun fell, in the cold moonlight, there was a starry sky design above his head, but Bai Ling had no intention of admiring this wonderful environment, and was deeply shocked by the painting in front of him.

The paintings under her hand are not exquisite, nor are they as perfect as her in controlling the light and darkness of the objects, but the layout of the room is completely depicted on the screen, from the green plants entering the door, the position where the setting sun is hanging, the interior The arrangement order of the tables and chairs, even the shadows of a few people, are clearly drawn on the paper.

  For art students, this is already a top-notch sketch. It is not outstanding but absolutely no mistakes. But this kind of situation is placed on a blind person who cannot see, not to mention that the position of the pen is difficult to control without deviation, even these pictures she analyzes by air and other senses are also impossible for an ordinary person to do.

"It's true that I lost." After a long while, Bai Ling's tight expression finally relaxed, and a touch of depression and disappointment passed through his eyes. He looked at the painting in his hand and asked: "Can I take this painting away? Tomorrow I will give the teacher an evaluation."

   "Huh?" Qin Qing was puzzled, not understanding the other party's intention.

   "If nothing happens, the announcement of the replacement of the art minister will come out next week, and I will withdraw from the student union." As Ling said, he had stood up and quickly picked up the drawing board and was about to leave.

"Hey, what are you going? The president hasn't spoken yet." The whole room was completely confused by her remarks. In the end, she stopped them first and then looked at Huo Junsen who was standing by. .

  Biling was also looking at him, but quickly looked away, and said stubbornly: "I wish to bet and lose, the student union does not need two art ministers."

   Although she speaks hard, everyone can see her embarrassment and reluctance at the moment.

At this time, Qin Qing also stood up, looked at the place where the voice was made, with a slight smile on her face, and said softly: "I didn't come here to smash the scene, but to reconcile it. Everyone can see it, too. I have learned to paint, and the time will not be shorter than you. I won’t be able to win against you just now. My eyes are inconvenient and I can’t hold the position of Minister of Fine Arts. I hope that today’s game can help us relieve our suspicions."

  Speaking, she stretched out her hand towards the other party.

   Rather than squeezing the position of the old members into the group and being hated by others, she hopes to reach a reconciliation with the hard-working but upright girl in front of her.

  Biling did not speak for a while, and the end of his eyes was a little red, making his facial features more beautiful and attractive.

   "She's right, not everyone can do the job of minister in a short period of time."

  (End of this chapter)