God of Cooking Dad: Spoil his daughter to heaven

At first the voices were all female.

It got louder and louder.

It became more and more tidy, and everyone stood up excitedly.

The boys below also began to join in the shouting.

The shouting outside made Du Xinghai who had just closed his eyes.

Opening his eyes again, his face was full of doubts: "What's going on?"

This phenomenon seems to only happen when he is on the stage.

But I am still in the background.

So who is standing on stage now?

Is it also at the level of a big boss?

But when he was invited, the school had made it clear.

The only one known in the entertainment world is to invite himself.

"Go and see what's going on?"

Seeing Du Xinghai's doubts, Leng Chengan said to a staff member next to him.

Soon the staff came back: "Brother An, it was Qin Mo who came on stage, and the people below kept calling him a god, and he was painting on the spot!"

"Male God!"

I heard the audience outside calling the people on stage that.

Leng Chengan glanced at Du Xinghai who was beside him and said, "Nobody dares to call themselves a male god now, not even me, Xinghai!"

"Did it come in from behind, the one who sat over there before?"

Du Xinghai pointed to a location not far away.

"Yes."

"That's no wonder!"

"Let's go and have a look together."

After Du Xinghai finished speaking, he got up and put down the earplugs.

"Xinghai, there are many people over there, besides, there is still an hour before your debut."

Leng Chengan took a look and saw that there were people gathered on both sides of the stage.

The shouts from the audience just now attracted everyone in the background.

"It's okay, go and have a look."

"Everyone make room, it's Du Juxing who is here."

The sharp-eyed person immediately asked his companion to make room for him.

"Thank you!"

"Who is this person, why haven't I seen it before."

Du Xinghai grunted to himself.

Someone nearby responded immediately.

"I heard that you are in the same class as Du Juxing?"

"Same class as me!"

Looking at the man on the stage, his appearance seemed to be higher than his own.

Du Xinghai just couldn't remember who this person was.

Even the name is very strange.

At this point the audience outside had reached a climax.

Shouts followed.

A strange color flashed in Du Xinghai's eyes.

There is a table in the center of the stage.

The pen and ink have been placed on it in advance.

At this time, Qin Mo raised his hand and put it down again.

The audience in the audience cooperated very well, and the shouting just stopped in time.

However, there were still whispers below.

"I didn't expect the school to be so strong this time, and even invite the male god over."

"Indeed, otherwise we don't even know that the male god will be our senior brother. If we say that, it would be a lot of face."

Among these discussing students, there was a girl whose face was slightly red.

Looking at Qin Mo on the stage.

He said to himself: "It turns out that he is also a deep student. Don't let him know what happened before, or it will be very embarrassing."

Ding Yiyue quickly moved back a little, as if she was afraid of being seen by Qin Mo.

Qin Mo, who had just stepped up to the stage, was frightened by the younger brothers and sisters below.

"When did I become so famous, and was called a male god by my juniors and sisters?"

Qin Mo, who had experienced big scenes, was just stunned for a while.

Let the audience stop shouting.

Looking at the familiar faces below.

Qin Mo said emotionally, "Unexpectedly, I will return to my alma mater in this capacity."

"I was very surprised to be invited this time. I have limited time, so I won't say more!"

He picked up the brush on the table.

At this moment, his aura changed.

The nearest row near the stage is the school leaders and other invited personnel.

The moment Qin Mo took the stage, after seeing his age.

There was an opinion: "Nie Zhenghao, is this what you invited?"

"Teacher, trust me, you won't be wrong!"

Nie Zhenghao looked at the expression on Zhao Wenhan's face and answered very positively.

"I hope you're right, or your stay in school will be ruined."

Zhao Wenhan felt that he was responsible for this matter.

Why don't you look at the person first, and then let him appear.

It was not easy for my disciples to win a place to stay in school.

If it is really yellow because of this incident, it is really not worth it.

Just as he was meditating, he was awakened by the shouts behind him.

"How is this going?"

It's not just Zhao Wenhan who has this idea, after seeing Qin Mo before.

People with contempt in their hearts can't help but come up with this idea.

The moment Qin Mo stopped the shouting from the audience and picked up the brush.

Zhao Wenhan felt that something was going on.

This show may take the most time tonight.

A painting usually takes half an hour.

This time, Qin Mo was only given 15 minutes.

The people in the audience who knew the goods began to get nervous, for fear that Qin Mo would not be able to complete it.

That is the male god in their minds.

"Just draw this!"

Pick up the pen and think for less than ten seconds.

Qin Mo moved.

From the eyes of the people around, Qin Mo's movements at this time were rough and gentle.

The audience in the audience, even if they don't understand painting.

At this moment, even breathing slowed down.

I was afraid that I would affect Qin Mo on stage.

After 1 minute, it was not obvious what was being drawn on the rice paper.

After 5 minutes, the painting already has a model.

This is a painting of animals, but we will have to wait a while to find out what it is.

In 10 minutes, the frame of the whole painting is almost complete.

The rest is fine work and slow work.

But at this moment, Qin Mo's speed did not slow down at all.

It takes at least half an hour for others to complete the last step.

Now there are only 5 minutes until the end.

"A good painting will be ruined!"

"This kind of occasion, how is it suitable for painting this kind of painting, I am still too anxious!"

"Zhenghao, it's hard for Master to help you!"

Zhao Wenhan was skeptical at the beginning, and then kept being pleasantly surprised.

10 minutes of surprises.

When I realized it, I realized that this was a performance with a time limit.

Even when he was on stage, he had to complete the painting within 5 minutes.

It is an impossible task, let alone a young man.

One mistake and the painting will be ruined.

"Look at it!"

Those who knew this truth no longer looked at Qin Mo on the stage.

Start discussing the next program.

The scene remained silent for a few minutes, and an exclamation from the side interrupted their discussion.

"What! It's impossible!"

Everyone looked at the time, and there were 2 minutes left.

Qin Mo on the stage was still busy and never stopped.

No wonder he slowed down in just 3 minutes.

Or put on a show.

But when they looked at Qin Mo's painting again.

The whole painting is almost finished.

At this time, I wanted to find a trace of food from above, but I couldn't find it at all.

That is, in the last 2 minutes.

No!

It was within the last minute that the painting was finished.

Because now only the signature is left!

"My God!"

"He really did it in such a short period of time..."