My tsundere female CEO

Jiang Xiaobai's words clearly stunned Song Qing.

Prepare chairs and prepare tea at this time?

Although she was puzzled, she still ordered someone to prepare it.

Soon the chairs and tea were brought to Jiang Xiaobai.

At this time, the people present originally thought that Jiang Xiaobai used these two things.

But what he didn't expect was that Jiang Xiaobai sat there directly, picked up the tea cup and started drinking.

Yes, he leaned to the side and looked askance at the central defender.

This scene was something that everyone present could not imagine.

What does this mean?

The young man at the central defender also noticed the movement on Jiang Xiaobai's side. He glanced sideways, frowned, then sneered, then continued to calligraphy and painting without paying attention.

As time passes by little by little.

Lin An, Han Zimo, Mr. Sun and Mr. Wu who had left earlier were also seen walking out.

When they saw the two people competing, they were both a little surprised, but also a little confused.

And this doubt came from Jiang Xiaobai.

Because Jiang Xiaobai was still sitting there, sipping tea, occasionally looking at the central defender and making a "tsk, tsk" sound.

I don’t know if I am enjoying tea or painting. There is no meaning of calligraphy and painting at all.

"What do you mean, Master?"

Han Zimo asked curiously.

Lin An shook his head and said, "Teacher, it's mysterious, don't guess!"

Han Zimo nodded slightly and looked aside.

During this period, the central defender stood there with his brows furrowed. He really couldn't understand.

Is Jiang Xiaobai giving in early?

Of course, he is not the only one who thinks so, even Meng Chuan and Wu Feng think so.

When it comes to painting, time is the most precious thing.

If Jiang Xiaobai continues to waste like this, what will he draw in the end?

But it’s better to just admit defeat and save yourself the trouble.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan had a sneer on his face.

After all, he also wanted to see Jiang Xiaobai deflated.

Su Qingrou was originally watching on the side, but after seeing that Jiang Xiaobai had no intention of painting or calligraphy, she walked back to Jiang Xiaobai's work to observe it.

The brilliance in those eyes is still there.

Gradually, when the time came to 05:30, with only half an hour left before the end, the central defender man had already begun to color his painting.

Looking at Jiang Xiaobai, he was still sitting there leisurely and unhurriedly.

At this time, everyone present was basically certain that Jiang Xiaobai had given up.

However, just after the central defender finished coloring, Jiang Xiaobai stretched and stood up, put the teacup in his hand aside, and picked up the brush.

The eyes of everyone present were locked on Jiang Xiaobai at the same time.

Hey guys, is this about to start?

Use...the few minutes you have left to paint?

The four old men also had strange looks in their eyes.

Is it possible to paint at this time?

While everyone was thinking, Jiang Xiaobai held the brush and drew a circle on the rice paper, then put the brush aside.

After pondering for a moment, he clicked on the color with his hand and made a few apertures outside the circle.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Good guy, this is the sun! ?

The drawings of the children in this kindergarten should be better than Jiang Xiaobai's, right?

For a moment, everyone present had a feeling.

I felt severely humiliated by Jiang Xiaobai.

Especially the man at the center back, whose face was even more ugly. He stared at Jiang Xiaobai with cold eyes and said, "You are really high-level!"

"Thank you!"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded with a smile and said, "I'm not finished yet!"

After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai groped around on his body, took out a small seal that he had with him, breathed twice, put it in the lower right corner and said, "Done!"

"Everyone can make your assessment!"

After saying that, he took the teacup and walked away.

The people present were confused again.

Good guy, do you want to deduct a stamp at the end?

Polish it?

Are you afraid that others won’t know that this painting is his?

Isn't this a bit too ridiculous?

The man at the central defender had a sneer on his face. It seemed that he was sure of the slap. He raised his head and said, "Haha, gentlemen, please vote!"

"Let's see which one is better, his or mine..."