Fast time travel, I became the big villain

Chapter 55
Painters make a living by painting, this skill is needless to say, but this...painting environment..., that is really rare.

Song Nan's situation is just the opposite. Song Nan has the purest painting environment in the world, but her painting skills are indeed jerky that can be seen with the naked eye.

Painting is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Although Song Nan is very talented in learning anything, her body does not allow her to practice painting for a long time, so the current Song Nan knows a lot of skills. But it cannot be used proficiently.

Song Nan didn't know what those great Confucians were surprised about. With so many physical examinations, Song Nan didn't study smoothly every time, and those aspects related to physical strength were even more messed up.

In terms of emotional intelligence in Chile, Song Nan can take the lead, but there are no such perfect people in the world.

So, up to now, Song Nan is obviously exhausted.

Song Nan's face became as pale as paper, bean-sized beads of sweat condensed into strands, left along Song Nan's face, and flowed into his clothes,
Song Nan pursed her lips firmly. She wanted to persevere and finish the painting, but her trembling arms were soon discovered by those who carefully observed Song Nan's paintings.

"Miss Song?" Zeng Jizong was the most careful among these people, he was the first to notice Song Nan's strangeness, and called Song Nan with concern.

Song Nan shook his head: "I'm fine."

Everyone just woke up like a dream, and went to see Song Nan one after another.

Seeing Song Nan's pale face came into the eyes of all of them, coupled with Song Nan's rare and stunning face that day, people couldn't help feeling pity.

"Miss Song, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Although Wang Qiwen usually lacks a muscle, he didn't hesitate when something happened. He hurriedly beckoned someone to drag a chair, "Miss Song, hurry up, hurry up sit down!"

Wang Qiwen hurriedly pressed Song Nan on the chair forcibly, letting her rest.

Song Nan was helpless, his hoarse voice could hardly make a sound due to not drinking water for a long time, so he didn't come out immediately to stop Wang Qiwen's movements.

Under the caring eyes of these people, Song Nan slowly said, "I...I'm fine, maybe my body is weak...I, I want to finish the painting..."

Wang Qiwen quickly interrupted Song Nan: "Oh, Miss Song, you called us here just to see how far you are in painting! We have already seen that your strength has reached that level, let me ask you first There are a few questions, you just need to answer them carefully, and there is no need to continue drawing."

Although Song Nan felt a little regretful that he didn't finish the painting, he nodded obediently when he heard Wang Qiwen's words: "You can ask!"

"This..." Wang Qiwen touched his white, flowing, long beard, and asked slowly: "Miss Song, how long have you been studying watercolor?"

This is what ordinary people want to ask, because Song Nan's performance is too unreasonable. These ordinary people are better at painting skills, and I have never heard of anyone who is not good at painting skills to practice painting first.

The eyes of a group of people were tightly locked on Song Nan, like a hungry tiger rushing for food.

Song Nan was scared by their eyes and shrank back into the chair: "I... I just practiced for a month..."

"One, one month?!" Wang Qiwen yelled in surprise, "How is it possible?!"

Even Zeng Jizong, who has always been calm, was surprised for a long time and forgot to ask Wang Qiwen to keep his voice down so as not to scare the little girl.

Song Nan thought that his painting was too bad, so they didn't believe that he had painted for a month, so he explained weakly: "To be precise, it can't be regarded as a month, because of my body, my usual The study time is relatively short, it is estimated to be six hours a day, plus I... I was unable to go to the ground for a few days before, so the learning process was delayed for a few days... It may be less than a month..."

"No, less than a month?!" Even Zeng Jizong couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Why, how, but...it's possible."

Song Nan blinked his big eyes seeking truth: "What, what's wrong? Is my drawing too bad?"

When Song Nan said this, it was obvious that she lacked confidence, her wrist strength was weak, and her strength was not enough, but she was so serious about drawing, could she not draw well...

Song Nan lowered his head sadly.

"No, no! It's great! It's great! Do you know that? You are the most talented painter I have ever seen!" Wang Qiwen said in surprise, holding Song Nan's hand.

It was as if Wang Qiwen had found some shocking treasure, and he held on to Song Nan's hand tightly.

Zeng Jizong came forward and was also very excited, but Zeng Jizong noticed Song Nan's little panic very carefully.

Song Nan moved back slowly, although it was not very conspicuous, but he never gave up.

Song Nan's innocent eyes were now full of fear, and the bloodshot eyes were particularly obvious on his pale face.

Zeng Jizong looked at Wang Qiwen holding Song Nan's hand, one red and one white, and slapped Wang Qiwen on the back of the head: "Let go! You scared Miss Song!"

(End of this chapter)