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Chu Xianglin heard the words and looked carefully.

But no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't see what was wrong.

Whether it's the eyes, the demeanor, or even the artist's own seal, they are all exactly the same.

It was no different from the painting she saw yesterday.

Isn't this the painting from yesterday?

"Could it be that you cast a spell on it?"

Chu Xianglin looked at Lin Chuan curiously.

Lin Chuan said with a smile: "I imitated this."

Hearing this, Chu Xianglin not only widened his eyes.

"Really?" She looked at Lin Chuan in disbelief, "I don't believe it!"

There is no difference in any details or painting style of this painting, unless Lin Chuan took it and made a copy.

However, the difference between copying and direct painting is too obvious, and the authenticity can be seen at a glance.

What's more, there are so many details in this painting that it is simply impossible for one person to complete it, let alone within a day!

Almost no one can do it.

Chu Xianglin looked at Lin Chuan with doubts in his eyes.

Lin Chuan smiled slightly, took out the real painting from his arms, and handed it to Chu Xianglin.

Chu Xianglin quickly took the painting and looked at it carefully.

That's right...

The painting also seems real.

She looked at another painting, which also seemed real.

She was confused for a moment, which of the two is real?

At this time, the way she looked at Lin Chuan had completely changed.

Because in any case, it can be proved that someone spent a night to imitate this painting.

Chu Xianglin asked herself that she couldn't do it, and even said that many masters she knew might not be able to do it.

"Lin Chuan, where on earth did you invite such a powerful Chinese painting master, can I meet?"

she asked earnestly.

Lin Chuan spread his hands, and said calmly, "It's far away from the sky, and it's close to our eyes."

"I'm not kidding you."

Chu Xianglin couldn't believe that this painting was painted by Lin Chuan even to death. The simplest reason is that even a painter like himself can't do such a difficult painting. How could Lin Chuan do it.

"It's really me." Lin Chuan said helplessly: "I also looked for many people last night, but they all said there was no way, so I had to take it back and modify it myself. This is the result of my own modification."

Hearing this, Chu Xianglin was stunned, did he really draw it himself?

"I do not believe!"

Chu Xianglin immediately shook her head and said, "Unless you can demonstrate it live."

Lin Chuan said without hesitation: "Of course it's okay, but let's agree, if I can really draw it, shouldn't you give me some compensation for questioning me?"

Chu Xianglin covered her mouth and snickered: "Okay, if you can really draw this painting, I will worship you as my teacher! You will be my Chinese painting teacher in the future, how about it?"

"Not good." Lin Chuan shook his head and refused, what does the Chinese painting teacher mean.

"Then you say, as long as you can draw it, you can ask me to do anything." Chu Xianglin crossed his arms and looked at Lin Chuan proudly.

"That's what you said."

The two were fighting, and Lin Chuan also became interested.

He picked up the paintbrush and came to the table.

Chu Xianglin has already prepared the drawing paper here.

Lin Chuan was also polite, and started painting directly on the drawn paper.

Seeing Lin Chuan's serious look, Chu Xianglin couldn't hold back his laughter.

This posture of holding the pen is really too strange. Although there is no particular emphasis on holding the pen, this holding method will definitely be criticized by the teacher.

It's not like he's holding a pen, it's more like he's grabbing a chopstick.

It's even more funny to watch him write.

"The order of painting is wrong. When painting mountains, it shouldn't be bigger first and then smaller... The top of the stone should be the bright side, and the back should be the dark side..."

Chu Xianglin shook his head helplessly, he didn't even know the basics of painting.

But just when she thought the joke could be over, her expression gradually changed.

Lin Chuan's brush became more and more proficient, and the things he drew were completely clear.

What he painted was not a mountain, nor a rock.

It's a roaring tiger!

Chu Xianglin was stunned. It was the first time she saw someone draw the eyes and the patterns on the tiger's body first, and finally draw the tiger.

Shouldn't a normal person draw a rough shape before starting the other steps...

Lin Chuan put down the pen, and within a few minutes, a tiger in the middle of the drawing came to life!

Chu Xianglin was completely stunned.

Looking at the tiger that was exactly the same as in the painting, she asked in disbelief.

"Shouldn't you have studied Chinese painting before?"

But she quickly dismissed the idea herself.

It's almost impossible.

If Lin Chuan really knew how to draw, how could he get the sequence wrong?

"Could you have learned painting?" Chu Xianglin seriously doubted that Lin Chuan had studied other painting before, such as oil painting.

"I can only copy, and I don't know anything else. This is also the second time I draw, and it was the first time when I copied yesterday."

Chu Xianglin was completely shocked.

There are still such gods in the world!

You must know that it took me nearly half a year from the very beginning to being able to draw such lifelike animals.

I can already be considered a genius, but it took Lin Chuan less than a day!

"Amazing..." Chu Xianglin muttered to himself.

In an instant, she grabbed Lin Chuan's hand excitedly, and said hastily: "Lin Chuan, why don't you learn Chinese painting, I can help you understand the basic painting techniques, and you will definitely become a master of Chinese painting in a short time! "

"Forget it." Lin Chuan waved his hand and said, "I don't have the time, let alone I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

Hearing this, Chu Xianglin couldn't help being a little disappointed.

But when she thought that Lin Chuan had reached the pinnacle as a doctor, she was relieved.

She also admired Lin Chuan even more.

At this moment, Lin Chuan said with a smile: "Now believe that this painting was drawn by me?"

"Of course I do." Chu Xianglin said shyly.

She blushed a little when she thought that she had sworn that Lin Chuan was lying just now.

Lin Chuan shook his head with a smile, and handed over the fake painting.

"Let's hang up this fake painting first."

"Okay!" Chu Xianglin nodded.

This also prevents those masters from coming over and feeling dissatisfied when they see that their paintings have not been hung.

Just as she was about to walk to the door, Lin Chuan suddenly stopped her.

"Wait a moment!"

Chu Xianglin stopped, looked at Lin Chuan strangely and asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Don't forget what you said back then!"

"What I said?" Chu Xianglin thought about it for a while, and his face turned red.

At that time, I promised that if Lin Chuan could draw it, I would promise him everything.

Chu Xianglin asked with some embarrassment: "Of course you can't forget it, but don't push yourself too hard. Tell me what you want me to do!"

Lin Chuan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I haven't figured it out yet, I'll tell you when I do."

"Then think about it slowly."

Chu Xianglin blushed slightly, turned around and wanted to go out.

But just as she was about to open the door, the secretary rushed in and nearly knocked her down.

She was about to get angry, but unexpectedly, the secretary didn't bother to apologize, and said eagerly: "It's not good, boss! The students are here!"

"Isn't it good that the students are here?" Chu Xianglin asked strangely, "Why are you in such a panic?"

"The problem is that the students are here, but none of the teachers I invited yesterday came! The phone calls are no longer available!"