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Chapter 133 Your wild chrysanthemum picture is nothing but shit

Fang Zengxian's voice fell, and the whole class was so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

Especially Lu Siyu's expression was puzzled, puzzled, depressed, his expression was extremely complicated, and his mood suddenly turned bad!
"Why? Why is this happening?"

Lu Siyu only felt that he was like an orphan who had been abandoned by others. After finally enjoying thousands of favors for a few minutes, the thousands of favors left him immediately.

He was full of unwillingness, and even more puzzled by Fang Zeng Xian's words.

What did Ye Han do to make Fang Zengxian salute and thank him so solemnly?

However, Ye Han accepted Fang Zengxian's gift indifferently.

After all, he is a person who has come into contact with the special existence of singers, writers, etc., and after a little thought, he understands everything.

Obviously, this is because Fang Zengxian broke through to the realm of a painter after seeing his paintings again.

In ancient times, there were allusions to the master of one character. Today, Ye Han, with his paintings, turned an ordinary painter into a painter.

This merit far exceeds that of the so-called one-word master!

After Fang Zengxian bowed three times, he slowly straightened up.

But at this moment, Lu Siyu, who had almost collapsed, roared unwillingly.

"Mr. Fang, may I ask why? Ye Han's paintings, are they really so amazing that they should be cherished so much by you?"

As soon as this remark came out, the students who were originally stunned immediately nodded their heads.

They also want to see what kind of painting can make Teacher Fang, who graduated from Nanjiang Academy of Fine Arts, lose his composure like this!
"Want to see?"

When Fang Zengxian heard this, he smiled lightly.

"Want to see it!"

Lu Siyu was the first to shout out.

Next, other students also echoed.

"Okay, then let you enjoy it!"

Fang Zengxian smiled and flicked his wrist lightly.

In the next moment, the ink bamboo painting on the podium floated in the air with a swipe!
"go with!"

After uttering a word lightly, Fang Zengxian stood with his hands behind his back and stopped talking.

The black bamboo painting trembled slightly, and with a whoosh, it floated forward.

"How is this going?"

"Are you juggling? Damn, Teacher Fang is so handsome!"

"Nimma, this skill is really cool. If I can learn it, wouldn't it be easy to pick up girls?"

"Bah, bah, bah, my sister, your mind is full of dirty thoughts, can you please take a good look at the painting!"

Seeing the ink bamboo picture slowly drifting forward, although most of the students were surprised, they all subconsciously thought it was just a trick like magic.

They didn't expect that it was Fang Zengxian who, relying on the power of painting soul, moved the ink bamboo painting and moved forward slowly.

The only one present who paid close attention to the ink bamboo painting was Lu Siyu.

He just took a few glances, and the look of astonishment disappeared from his eyes.

"How is this possible? Ye Han was obviously a scumbag before, and he didn't have any talent in painting. How could he draw paintings that are not inferior to mine? I don't believe it!"

Lu Siyu's voice sounded like he was muttering to himself, and his pretty face became distorted.

After hearing Lu Siyu's words, Fang Zengxian, who had already felt a bit detached, suddenly sneered.

"Not inferior to you? Hehe, Lu Siyu, you are putting gold on your face too much!"

"To put it bluntly, Ye Han's ink bamboo paintings have already reached the realm of expressing meaning with objects, but you have only just entered the level of painting objects as objects, and you haven't even touched the threshold of a painter!"

"Compared to the black bamboo picture? Your Lu Siyu's wild chrysanthemum picture is nothing more than a pile of shit!"

(End of this chapter)