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Chapter 11 Master Paintings
"I'll show you what a real master is!"

Under the fat man's curious eyes, Qin Mo set up the drawing board and spread a piece of oil painting paper on the drawing board.

The fat man was at a loss: "Brother Mo, what do you want to do?"

Before Qin Mo could answer, Wang Che's disdainful sneer sounded from the side. The sound was so loud that all the freshmen around looked over.

"Haha, he is going to make a fool of himself on the spot! Everyone, come here, don't miss it when you pass by, come and appreciate this senior's amazing painting skills, hahaha!"

Song Yan, who was wearing a lotus-colored dress, ran over quickly, panting slightly, dripping with sweat, her pretty face was slightly flushed, and she was so glamorous that it attracted the attention of many schoolboys.

She stepped forward and pulled Qin Mo and said, "Qin Mo, don't be impulsive. It is difficult to draw good works in such an environment. We are not professional painters, painting is just a hobby..."

In such an environment, even Song Yan herself would not dare to draw well. If she was nervous, she might make a mistake and turn into a mess.

"Don't worry, I'm sure. And even if the painting is not good, don't let some people buy paintings to make up for it." Qin Mo said, and the oil paints were adjusted.

Song Yan didn't say anything more, and nodded: "Okay, just calm down and paint like you usually do in the studio."

Qin Mo was standing on the drawing board. Originally, he was going to draw a landscape painting, but suddenly he remembered Wang Che's portrait of Luo Shanshan, and a thought flashed across him.

He wanted to find a beautiful woman as a model for painting, and also draw a portrait, to compare and slap his face.

Looking left and right, but didn't find a suitable person, seeing Song Yan was by her side, and secretly scolded herself for being an idiot, such a beautiful woman, why did she look for other models.

"Senior sister, can you stand under the plane tree over there?"

"Me?" Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then she nodded inexplicably and said, "Okay!"

Soon, Song Yan walked under the sycamore tree, and many people's eyes were focused on her. As the school beauty, she was already used to this kind of attention, so she was not shy.

Seeing Song Yan's cooperation, Wang Che's expression turned ugly and he sneered, "President, be careful this guy paints you as an ugly monster."

But as soon as he finished speaking, there were exclamations one after another.

It turned out that Qin Mo had already started painting, and the paintbrush in his hand was moving rapidly, and the people watching were stunned.

"Oil painting, hey, how can he paint so fast?"

"Hey, come and take a look, look at the sycamore tree in this painting, wow, it's so beautiful!"

"Look at the texture of the sycamore leaves, they are so lifelike, why do I feel like the leaves are floating?"

"Damn it, come and watch the master-level seniors draw!"

"What kind of master class is it? It's simply a master class. What kind of painting speed is this? The brushes don't stop!"

A group of juniors and juniors who were watching the bustle exploded, talking about it one by one.

Qin Mo was not affected, he kept his hands and head up, and the color of the brush continued to spread on the oil painting paper.

"how can that be?"

After only 5 minutes, half of the sycamore tree was drawn, which completely dumbfounded Wang Che.

Although he is not good at painting, it does not mean that he has no research on painting. Oil painting is not like sketching, and it takes a lot of time to paint.

More and more freshmen and old students came after hearing the news. They didn't take it seriously at first, but after watching, everyone was shocked.

"Wow, this painting is Song Yan-senpai, my goddess!"

"I'm going, my god! I want to join the manga club too. Who will accept me? Give me an application for joining the club."

"Look at the painting of the sunset, how vivid it is! The warm light shines on Sister Song Yan's hair, it's so beautiful!"

More and more people gathered around, so that the little fat man had to give up flirting with the two elementary school girls, and came over with a few club members to maintain order.

After another ten minutes, an oil painting was more than half completed.

Looking up, she found that Song Yan also had an expression of extreme curiosity, wishing to run over to take a look. Qin Mo smiled, waved and said, "Sister Yan, it's ok, you can go and have a look."

Song Yan walked over quickly, glanced at the drawing board, and then her eyes widened.

The tall sycamore tree was lifelike, and every leaf seemed to have aura. Under the sycamore tree, she leaned on the trunk, holding a book and reading with gusto. When the wind suddenly blew, her hair and skirt corners were blown up, bathing in the Under the afterglow of the setting sun, it is as refreshing as a poem...

Qin Mo hasn't stopped painting yet.

The sycamore leaves floating in the air, the long campus streets, the shops in the distance... all slowly emerged on the oil painting paper.

After another half an hour, the paintbrush finally stopped!

Exhaling a breath, looking at his own work, Qin Mo felt an unreal feeling in his heart.Damn, this is really what I painted, and I can make a fortune from painting in the future!

After thinking for a while, he wrote in the lower corner of the drawing paper:
A birthday present for senior sister Song Yan, Qin Mo.

I don't know if it is because of the inheritance of the painting skills of "The Art of Painting of All Things", even the calligraphy has a feeling of painting. The fonts are very artistic, beautiful and unique.

"Damn it, Senior Song Yan's birthday is still more than ten days away. She obviously doesn't want to give gifts!" A boy who admired Song Yan yelled.

"Isn't this a good gift? It's much better than the music cassette you give every year! Would you like to draw one too?"

"Master, I'll pay you three hundred yuan and sell me this painting!"

"I'll offer five hundred, take it home and treasure it!"

The crowd of onlookers was in a mess. After seeing this painting, even laymen were amazed.

Song Yan's eyes were filled with excitement. As soon as she heard someone bidding, she quickly shouted: "No, no, no, this is a gift from Qin Mo!"

Before the painting was finished, Song Yan stood in front of the drawing board to prevent others from approaching. Obviously, she liked this painting very much.

"Tch, isn't it just a broken painting, a bunch of bumpkins, huh!"

Wang Che's eyes were red with anger, and he was more jealous.

He didn't understand why Qin Mo, who was born in a mountain village, could have such good painting skills!He once paid a lot of money to learn from a master painter for a long time, but he only scratched the surface.

"What is a broken painting? If you have the ability, I'll take a look at it yourself!" Someone laughed when they heard Wang Che's words.

Most of the people came here to see the art exhibition, not to see the beauties, many of them were real painting lovers, and of course they were very upset to hear that the works they admired were said to be high-end goods.

Wang Che scanned the crowd, there were too many people, and he didn't find out who said it, so he jumped up and cursed: "Lao Tzu's painting is hanging here, are you blind?"

"Hehe!" Qin Mo sneered, and cast a sideways glance at him: "A person who even needs the help of others to paint exhibition paintings, what qualifications does he have to comment on my paintings?"

"Ouch, it turns out you are a handicapped person who took someone else's painting and passed it off as his own!"

"Hush, don't you know? His name is Wang Che. During an essay competition last year, he spent money to buy a piece of paper from someone unknown and published it. He was found out and punished."

"Haha, it's so funny, it turns out to be a habitual plagiarist!"

Wang Che's face turned blue and red, and finally he cursed a few times and turned around to leave.

"The plagiarist is gone, let's draw, Master!"

It turned out that the fat man was hiding in the crowd, squeezed his throat and yelled, which attracted a lot of approval and laughter.

"Qin Mo, let's wait and see!" Wang Che, who had just said a few words, staggered and almost fell to the ground. He was so angry that he turned his head full of resentment and hatred.

(End of this chapter)