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Chapter 12 Blocked

"The paintings bought by this kind of people are ashamed to be displayed here. Hurry up and withdraw it! Handsome guy, you can draw another portrait for me. Take his painting down and replace it with it. How about it?"

A girl who felt good about herself blinked her big eyes and had a sweet voice. Unfortunately, because of too much make-up and the heat of summer, she sweated a lot, and her eyeliner was all smeared, which made the boys next to her hide away.

Qin Mo also drew the feeling, and suddenly thought of the photo sent by the Jade Rabbit among the immortals.

That photo is simply beautiful, not to mention cute, but also full of aura.Even if his painting skills are passed on, they are not sure to present them perfectly.

"Everyone, please give in. I need to paint one more painting. Sister Yan, hang this painting up and display it. If you like it, I will paint a few more for you in the future." Qin Mo saw that Song Yan was always around Turning around on the drawing board, he smiled.

Song Yan's pretty face flushed, and she said coquettishly, "I want this one."

However, she still went to the painting railing to hang the painting carefully.

Qin Mo prepared again, preparing to draw the photo sent by Yutu again.

More and more freshmen attracted their attention and surrounded them. Song Yan asked a few male students from the club to help them pull out a banner:

The manga club is recruiting members, and there are calligraphers sitting in the town. Welcome all the students to consult!
Artists can be roughly divided into several levels in terms of level.

The first level is a painter, who can draw pleasing works, at least in terms of visual senses, and will not make people disgusted.The second level is masters with unique styles, the third level is masters of calligraphy and painting, unique and extraordinary, the fourth level is masters, who can create a precedent, and the highest level is masters and painters. Very few.

For example, the oil painting that Qin Mo painted just now already has everyone's demeanor, and even has the foundation to become a master.

Many students came here hearing the gossip, and the crowd was tight. When they saw the second painting that was about to be finished on Qin Mo's screen, they were all stunned, and even forgot to take pictures of the gossip.

On the oilcloth paper of the drawing board, there is a painting of a pink and jade-carved little girl in white clothes with fluttering ribbons, jumping up and down, staring at her big watery eyes, and behind her are three snow-white cats. One of the little rabbits naughtyly bit her trousers.

The blue sky above the head, the floating clouds under the feet, the shadows of the fairy mountains in the background, and the distant cranes on the clouds, the clouds and mists are misty, like a fairyland...

"Living, full of charm, good painting! Good painting!"

"Oh my god, it's so lifelike, as if it's about to come out, isn't this little girl so beautiful?"

The crowd was boiling, and many people had red eyes, wishing to take the painting for themselves.

After finishing the portrait of Yutu, Qin Mo shook his head slightly, feeling dissatisfied.He found that he still couldn't draw that charm.

However, he is also satisfied. Compared with before, his painting skills have improved thousands of times, reaching a level that was unimaginable before.

After thinking about it, I wrote an inscription on the corner of the painting: Cute Jade Rabbit, author Qin Mo.

"Fuck, is this a picture of Chang'e when she was a child? Don't bully me for my lack of culture. Didn't Chang'e in the myth grow up in the world when she was a child?"

"Aren't there only two Jade Rabbits making medicine? Why are there three?"

"The inscription of the great god is cute and cute, Jade Rabbit, will this little fairy be drawn as Jade Rabbit?"

"Eat salty radish and don't worry about it. The Great God can write whatever inscriptions he likes. Even if you mention the cute Pan Jinlian, you have no right to beep. Shut up quickly and listen to the Great God!"

Qin Mo became popular, and so did the comic club.

In the past, comic clubs recruited people, and no one signed up for talking nonsense, but now enthusiastic freshmen lined up.

It is true that some guys came here for the school belle Song Yan, but most of them were still impressed by Qin Mo's painting skills.Following such calligraphy and painting masters, even if you learn a little bit, you will benefit endlessly.

Especially what Qin Mo didn't expect was that as soon as he put down his paintbrush, many newborn girls rushed up to ask for autographs.

Qin Mo couldn't help it, his face was blushing, he handed the drawing board to Song Yan and said, "Sister Yan, help hang it up for display, I'm going to the toilet..."

After using the omnipotent urination method, Qin Mo picked up his backpack and fled, not even caring about his drawing board and tools.

His shoulders sank, and it turned out that the little monkey jumped out of the schoolbag and landed on his shoulder, grinning happily at Qin Mo.

He didn't notice that under the sycamore tree not far away, Wang Che hung up his cell phone, sneered at him and left.

"This time I really have to thank the Great Sage, no, I have to buy a Dragon Ball collection and send it to him."

At this moment, Qin Mo's face is still full of excitement. "The Art of Painting All Things" has directly endowed him with an extraordinary skill.With his current skills, even if he enters the world of calligraphy and painting, he can easily become a famous artist in the future.

A set of Dragon Ball comics is only worth a few bucks.

Qin Mo left the school gate and went straight to the Xinhua Bookstore, but not long after he left, the little monkey on his shoulder suddenly got back into his backpack and made a frightened creaking sound.

Qin Mo was wondering, when suddenly he felt a chill behind his back, and something pressed against him!

"Hey, just stay in the alley over there. Don't worry, we'll grab some money and cooperate. Otherwise, I'll give you a knife and turn around and leave." A deep voice rang in his ear.

"It's over!"

Qin Mo's heart felt cold, and his hair stood on end.

Damn, he was robbed at the school gate in broad daylight.

With a knife on his back, Qin Mo didn't dare to struggle, so a middle-aged man with yellow teeth and Mediterranean baldness stopped his neck. He looked like a familiar friend and pushed him towards the entrance of the alley. drag.

The bald middle-aged man was followed by an accomplice wearing a black peaked cap, who made an OK gesture to the school gate, and followed quickly into the alley.

This is a bluestone alley in the old city. It is very remote. No one usually passes by. Even if someone sees Qin Mo being held hostage, they probably won't want to cause trouble.

Qin Mo was threatened and walked into the alley step by step, and said quickly: "Brother, I still have nearly 3000 yuan in my backpack. You can take the money, okay?"

The man in the peaked cap looked at each other, and the bald middle-aged man holding the knife chuckled, and lowered his voice and said: "I didn't realize it, he's still a kid from a rich family. Keep going, find a corner, and stop being so verbose."

Hearing this, Qin Mo felt a chill in his heart, knowing that these two people must have come with bad intentions.

If it is a gangster who robs, the first thing he does when he enters the alley is to search his own things, and run away after robbing the money.But these two people don't seem to take 3000 yuan at all.

"It's over, these two people were sent by that bitch Wang Che, right?"

Qin Mo's thoughts changed sharply.

He remembered Wang Che's resentful eyes when he left after being slapped in the face just now.If these two people were hired by him to commit murder, he would probably be stabbed a few times today.

You must resist!
But two fists are no match for four hands, and the opponent still has a knife in his hand, what should we do?
Suddenly, Qin Mo thought of an item in the shop of the Bull Demon King, and his heart moved.

"Brothers, I still have tens of thousands of yuan in my bank card. If I transfer it to you, can you just let me go?"

"How many tens of thousands?"

The man in the peaked cap and the bald middle-aged man glanced at each other, with greed flickering deep in their eyes, and they were a little moved.

They were all punks, and the reward for the thugs this time was only 1 yuan, and the other party's request was to break the boy's hands.

It's not that they don't do anything, but how can they transfer money if they interrupt their hands? Why don't they wait for this kid to finish transferring the money before interrupting.

But soon, the bald middle-aged man reacted first: "That's not right, brother. After the transfer, this guy will know our identities. If we call the police..."

The man in the peaked cap just remembered that the society is different now, and the accounts are all real-name, so he immediately cursed: "Boy, hurry up and move forward!"

The bald man was lamenting that he had a high IQ, when he suddenly saw Qin Mo put his hands in his arms, and hurriedly yelled, "Fuck, take out your hands!"

(End of this chapter)