Picking up rubbish from the ex-marriage to help the brother-in-law

Chapter 172 Painting Master!

Liu Fan quickly responded: "It must be!"

He hurriedly got out of the car and pushed the car through the door.

"Hongzhen Art Training Center?"

Liu Fan muttered and asked, "Is your principal's name Hong Zhen?"

The boy had a pair of clear eyes, and smiled brightly: "Yes, brother, do you know him?"

Liu Fan smiled honestly and shook his head.

When he was in college, he did have a good buddy named Hong Zhen. At the beginning, he called a counselor to help him out, but he was dropped out of school, and then he lost contact.

Four years have passed since this incident, and every time he thinks about it, he sighs, feeling that he owes his brother.

"Brother, do you still want these three boxes of paper?"

The boy said shyly, just because he saw two bright scenery behind Liu Fan.

"Yes, of course!"

Liu Fan said hurriedly.

"Ding, the host harvests a box of discarded drawing paper, and rewards you with 1000 million yuan!"

"Ding, the host harvests a box of discarded drawing paper, and rewards you with 1000 million yuan!"

"Ding, the host has harvested three discarded paintbrushes, and the jade charm of luck will be added, and the title of painting master (world-class) will be rewarded!"

Master of painting?

Liu Fan randomly picked up a piece of drawing paper, on which was drawn a clenched fist. In his eyes, this was no more than a sketch. He looked at this painting with the eyes of a master.

With almost one glance, Liu Fan saw several flaws and potential advantages of this painting.

"Tsk tsk, Zhang He, are you giving up? You sold all your drawings. I told you a long time ago that you are not suitable for painting."

At this time, a boy with long hair and pimples came out of the training center, his tone was full of jokes and contempt.

There are several boys with the same hairstyle behind him, and one of them even shook his long hair...

Liu Fan glanced at them, the corners of his eyes twitched, are all artistic men so elegant?

He wanted to ask, do you use Rejoice for your shampoo?
The boy named Zhang He next to Liu Fan was not angry, but said lightly, "Bai Qiong, don't worry about whether I can draw or not. I will not give up until I am admitted to Linhai University."

A person behind Bai Qiong laughed and said, "Come on, you are in the middle and upper reaches of the class, and you want to go to Linhai University, it's just a dream!"

"That's right, unlike our Brother Qiong, the talent recognized by the principal himself will go abroad in the future!"

Bai Qiong was flattered by the younger brother behind him, and he became more and more proud.

Zhang He gritted his teeth and silently lowered his head. With his current strength, no amount of arguing would help, it would only increase the laughingstock.

at this time.

"Ahem, Zhang He, right? I think these paintings are pretty good."

Liu Fan pointed to the sketches in his hand and gave Zhang He an appreciative look.

Zhang He smiled gently and said, "Thank you brother, I can't draw well."

Bai Qiong on the side sneered and said, "You know how to paint as a junk collector, so take care of your trash. What do you know as a layman?"

"Yes, but it's no wonder that such a vulgar person can't have our aesthetics."

"Hahaha... Collect the tattered ones, hurry up and leave after collecting the trash!"

When Ming Xinyue and Xiaolan outside the door saw this scene, they both showed weird expressions, they wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"This guy is pretending again, and he insists on showing off. Does he know how to paint?"

Ming Xinyue sighed.

Xiaolan said coldly: "I don't think he's necessarily trying to show off, this guy is a ghost."

Ming Xinyue showed a different expression.

(End of this chapter)