When the weak wears into a stallion male pig

Shangguan Qingrong, blessed with a magical halo of beauty, played the role he is most familiar with in the exhibition room of the painting club - a mannequin.Anna, the vice president, made paintings on the spot and showed the daily practice status of the painting club to the visiting students.The combination of handsome men and beautiful women firmly attracted the attention of the students, allowing the painting club to easily get the most votes in this season's competition.

When the rays of the scorching sun gradually receded, the club competition was easily decided.The painting club won the championship without any suspense with 40 votes higher than the music club.Shangguan Qingrong dragged his body with stiff muscles and creaking joints, silently tidying up the paintings on the wall, and with the regret of not being able to show off his painting skills, he was about to go back to the dormitory... No, it was to go home and face his father. anger.

Before they left, of course they had to go to receive the trophies and medals of this competition. Shangguan Qingrong was the living sign of the painting club, and he didn't need to do the rest of the work. He was directly dragged to the lobby on the first floor by Graf and Anna. Waiting on the sidelines for the podium to be set up.

While they were bored waiting, a tall boy with blond short hair and angry suddenly rushed over, almost threw himself in front of President Graf, but was held in mid-air by a levitation spell by Graff, who had been prepared for a long time.

Miloch, who stood watching from a distance, also leisurely pointed out to Norton and Colin: When Graff forcibly dragged Shangguan Qingrong away, he rushed over like this, and then was floated up and thrown into the classroom.

The student was obviously furious, and he didn't even bother to fight back. He opened his mouth and shouted: "Graf, you despicable villain! Who doesn't know, your victory is not glorious at all! You are a trick! Yes! Unfair competition! That member of yours is not called a member at all! Can he draw? Is there a picture of his work in the audience? He just uses his face to coax women!"

"President!"

Before there was any movement on Graf's side, several people rushed up behind the blond boy.A wind student chanted a spell to undo Graf's floating spell, but he was a step too late. Graf had taken the initiative to withdraw the spell. The moment the two spells intersected, the president was thrown hard. to the ground.

Mi Luoqi and the other three expressed deep sympathy for the president's tragic experience, and turned around silently, so that he would not see the distorted smile on his face.The others were not so kind, and couldn't help bursting out laughing in front of the president and several of his members. The hall lost its due solemnity for a moment, and echoed with long-lasting and loud laughter.

The blond-haired president climbed very fast, but he didn't dare to jump on Graf after getting up. He pointed at him with one hand on his hips and tremblingly, and said bitterly: "I have already protested to the organizing committee. , your club members are actually counterfeit. Professor Murphy has accepted my complaint and is now investigating this issue. Don’t think that it will be useful to get a light mage into the club and dress him up better. The competition depends on What you need is strength! True strength!"

Graff put his arms around his brother and smiled with a sense of superiority: "Really? The competition depends on strength? When Lance? Shokla participated in the club competition in the first year, it seemed that he couldn't even play the fourth symphony? At that time we I haven't complained to the organizing committee that your members are fake... I really don't know how President Lusco came up with this statement, is it because you have personal experience, so you are particularly sensitive?"

Lusko was so angry that he almost jumped up again. Fortunately, the members of the music club came more, and pulled him back arm in arm, forcing him not to go up to humiliate himself.

However, the music club also has supporters. Their favorite president, Lusco, was maddened by the president of the painting club, Graf. evidence of membership.Even if the level of painting is not high, you can't just act as a model for others, otherwise, their music club can invite someone who looks better to stand there for people to see, and this time the competition will naturally win.

The presidents of the two clubs were about to fight, and the members of the clubs also recklessly pulled out the hatred that had lasted for many years, and the quarrel was turned upside down.Especially those who have some personal grievances themselves, and pull out all the embarrassing things that the other party has done since they were young, and air them in front of everyone.Before the awards ceremony started, it had turned into a short-cut meeting. If it weren't for several professors from the organizing committee still standing on it, these students would have almost toppled the roof of the building.

In order to quell public anger and show fairness, when the professors came to mediate the problem, President Graff proposed that Shangguan Qingrong and Lance should show their talents at the same time, and the judges would score them.

Although music and art are two different arts, they are all connected and can always touch people's hearts.If the level of this new member of their club is really immature, they can also give up this laurels; but if Drizzt's artistic appeal and talent are better than Lance, then please ask the professors to be a witness, President Lusco said Attacking them for no reason hurt the reputation of their club, at least they should bow and apologize in front of the whole school.

When President Lusco heard the words, he was even more furious. He pushed away his members, penetrated through layers of barriers from the crowd, and finally stood in front of Graf, and agreed with gritted teeth.It doesn't count if the promise is made, and an additional condition is added-if the members of their music club win, Graff will also apologize to them, and let that fake club member quit the club!

Graff took a deep look at Shangguan Qingrong, raised the corners of his mouth, nodded and said: "No problem. Drizzt, don't be nervous, you just need to bring out the level of your usual practice. Lance...is not talented."

Shangguan Qingrong also smiled confidently, nodded to the president, pushed Colin who was standing in front of him, and asked him to let him out.The three of them were a little nervous, and planned to protect him and squeeze past, but Shangguan Qingrong only said: "I am a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts." All three people's thoughts were dispelled, and they stood where they were, looking at Shangguan Qingrong swimming like a fish Squeezed through the crowd, and arrived in front of the two presidents.

The professors also unanimously hoped to have a literary fight instead of a martial one, so they agreed to Graff's proposal, let Shangguan Qingrong and Lance show their talents in front of everyone, so that they can compete.

The piano in the music club is heavy and not easy to move, so the organizing committee decided the venue for this competition to be in the music club, and in order to ensure that both sides of the competition can compete without interference, everyone is forbidden to make any noise during the visit .

The male members of the painting club moved several easels and several painting boxes for Shangguan Qingrong to choose, but he had long ago determined to paint with his good brush, leaving only the paint, but returned the easels.He originally intended to find a long table for painting, but there was none in the exhibition room, so he chose a grand piano, closed the top cover and used it as a table, took out felt rice paper from the chain of Emra and laid it out, Put on the paint dish again, grind a pool full of thick ink with the newly refined bluestone inkstone, and put a row of thick or thin brushes on the right hand, calmly, waiting for the game to start.

In order to save time, Professor Murphy suggested that they start at the same time. When Lance played, Shangguan Qingrong would paint in the room.This point was strongly opposed by the members of the painting club, who believed that Lance's performance skills were not high, and he might unconsciously make noise, which would definitely affect Shangguan Qingrong's performance, which was really unfair.

Shangguan Qingrong couldn't bear everyone's troubles, so he offered to propose: "Although I am not very familiar with musical instruments, I also like music. Since senior Lance is the most concerned member of the music club, he must play music very well. It is natural and comfortable in the heart, and it will not affect the painting."

The contestants themselves had no objections, and the professors were naturally happy to save trouble, announcing that the competition had officially started.

Lance played the piano, with his fingers flying, and the sound was like beads falling from a jade plate, intricate and detailed, and it was very passionate to listen to.Shangguan Qingrong listened to his music, picked up a large brush, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote the brush over and over again, in a few strokes, he drew a branch of old plum withered.After painting the branches, he adjusted the color of the flowers with red and white paints, and painted them on the twigs.

After painting the flower branches, he took a small pencil again, and based on the knowledge of human body structure that President Graff had taught him these days, he carefully drew a portrait of a beauty.He knew in his heart that no matter how good his paintings were in his previous life, they were not in line with the aesthetics of people in this world. If he wanted to make a big splash, he had to combine the painting methods of the two worlds to make people look pleasing and fresh.

The beauty in the painting is gradually taking shape amidst the passionate music, with sharp eyes, delicate and fierce, wearing a long robe with a curly train, the hem of which hangs very far, and a plum blossom that seems to be unable to bloom is twirled in her hand.Although the clothes are painted vaguely, the face is very clear, dyed with different shades of colors to create a vivid and ready-to-see face—it is Miss Valahar who is facing each other every day and often draws him with a folder.

She has a rich appearance, a clear and unrestrained personality, and complements the red plums, she is really more charming than a flower.

Painting up to this point should have been enough, but the painting in this world pays attention to leaving no gaps and no aftertaste.Although Shangguan Qingrong was reluctant to paint more, he had no choice but to paint some light blue, and the painting was snowy.I really couldn't draw the rest, so I put down my brush and took another Langhaoti poem.

As soon as he clicked a dot of ink, he thought: If the question is in Chinese, the people here will not understand it, and when they ask what it means, it will be difficult to explain it; The painting is incomplete.So he continued on that point, transcribed it into the words of this world, and translated only the first two sentences of the song "Partridge Sky" that he originally planned to inscribe.

Whoever folds the southern branch next to the small bush, the beauty of the beauty is the same as that of the plum.

In just fourteen characters, the text translated into this continent is a few lines, which is longer than the entire poem written in Chinese.Shangguan Qingrong is not used to writing this kind of characters with a brush, so he wrote slowly, but his paintings are mainly freehand, and he still draws quickly. One painting is finished, and the music of the senior Lance has not been finished yet.

There is a story in ancient times, called superfluous painting, which happened in this kind of competition. The fast one always felt that he had too much time and should think of drawing more. Shangguan Qingrong also had this kind of mentality.Although he didn't want to add more brushes to the painting, he still thought it was not good-looking without a seal, so he planned to make a seal.

So he put down his piano painting tools and the pictures of beauties waiting to dry, squatted down, and drew the reincarnation formation under his feet.

After finishing drawing the formation and putting it on the magic crystal cloth, he couldn't find anything to practice for a while, and he couldn't throw in the painting tools he had worked so hard to refine, so he squatted there and lost his mind for a while.President Graf waved his hand, summoned him from the air, and asked him what he was doing if he couldn't draw well.

Shangguan Qingrong replied smoothly: "The painting is finished, I just want to..."

Graf didn't have the patience to listen to what he wanted to do, so he went over and lifted the drawing paper, looked at the lifelike vice president on it, and a tree with criss-cross branches and delicate flowers, a smile gradually appeared on his face, and he strode to the referee's seat A few days ago, I handed in the painting for him: "My commune member has finished the painting."

This speed is astonishing.It should be noted that formal paintings generally require several hours of drawing in front of models before they can be formally drawn. It is extremely rare for Shangguan Qingrong to be able to produce a banner with such a few strokes. Usually it is just a line draft, but there is no one who uses color ink like him.

Professor Murphy had already taken over the painting and started discussing with the judges. Seeing Anna with a bright expression on the painting?Valahal and the strange plum blossoms were all amazed, and they couldn't wait to call Shangguan Qingrong to ask him how he drew it.Not to mention the special pen and paper used, what's even more peculiar is that the plants and clothes in the painting are also unprecedented, but they are unique and unique.

Lance's song has ended, but the professors are still immersed in the novel paintings and never stop discussing.He had to take the initiative to remind: "Professor, my repertoire is also finished."

At this time, several professors who are proficient in music raised their heads, smiled and gestured to him: "You played very well, we still need to discuss for a while, please sit down for a while."

Seeing the referee's performance, how can members of the music club, such as Lance and Lusco, know who will win and who will lose in this competition?They waited gloomyly for the result, but when they saw the judges just surrounded Shangguan Qingrong asking this and that, without any intention of judging the performance, they all felt very wronged in their hearts.

It's just a picture, no matter how good it is, it's just something to watch for entertainment. How can it compare to the great charm of music?

The judges were finally satisfied with their questions, and they were willing to let Shangguan Qingrong come back. Without any further discussion, Mo Fei directly announced that the victory of this competition was won by the painting club.

The two teachers unfolded Shangguan Qingrong's painting scroll, floated in the air for a while, and introduced the artistic conception in the painting to everyone, and really praised Shangguan Qingrong's two lines of poems.It's acceptable to praise Shangguan's clean appearance, but this poem was written by Bei Tangwen, a poet in the previous dynasty, not his handwriting.

He was ashamed of it, but he couldn't tell the truth, so he blushed and was humble, and by the way, he praised the senior Lance a few more, intending to share his praise.It's a pity that senior Lance didn't appreciate it, and didn't even look at him, just pretending that he didn't hear him.President Lusco heard it, and responded - he gave their president a hard look, but still ignored him.

Of course, the judges respected his opinion very much, and also praised Quarrance's proficient playing skills, in-depth understanding of music and so on.

Those who should be judged have been judged, and the prizes that should be distributed have also been distributed. The professors left first, and the visiting students also flowed out like a tide.The members of the painting club were still hugging to celebrate this hard-won victory, while the members of the music club had already withdrawn with sullen faces.

At this moment, a girl who seemed to be from the music club suddenly ran up to Shangguan Qingrong, blinked her bright and affectionate eyes and asked, "Do you also understand music? I heard the words you used when you commented on Senior Lance They are all professional, like someone who has studied music for a long time?"

Shangguan Qingrong automatically ignored the tenderness on the girl's face, and said modestly: "No, I don't know anything, I'm just talking casually..."

President Lusco squeezed over at this time, full of displeasure and finally had an excuse to vent: "So, don't you think Lance plays well? Then you play one for everyone to listen to? One who doesn't understand music People don't judge other people's level, am I right?"

Shangguan Qingrong was taken aback for a moment, feeling baffled by President Lusco's anger.If he didn't know how to play this kind of piano, he would have asked for a music competition with that Lance senior, so could he even make a detour to compare painting?For the rest of my life, I felt wronged, but I just looked at the room full of musical instruments, none of which I knew how to use, so I couldn't forcefully agree.

He staggered and took two steps back, and his feet happened to touch the unused magic circle on his rack. His heart moved, and he suddenly thought of a good idea-although he didn't know how to use the musical instruments here, he could use magic to be like a magic circle. It's like making pen and ink, make it what he can use!

Thinking of this, Shangguan Qingrong felt enlightened, nodded and replied: "If President Lusco must listen, come on... I can try."

Under the eyes of everyone concerned, mocking, expecting, or disbelieving, he picked up a violin and threw it into the magic circle. Light.The violin gradually disintegrated in the light, turned into various elements, and then reassembled.

When the light disappeared, a pipa with a curved neck was already wrapped by the wind element, and it was slowly thrown from the air into Shangguan Qingrong's arms.He held the pipa vertically, with five fingers lightly turning the wheel, and played a series of soul-stirring sounds of the motherland.

Thousands of years of pipa composing nonsense, clearly described in the song of resentment.

Shangguan Qingrong didn't realize that his eyes were slightly closed, he gently twisted and slowly closed, and a song "Zhaojun's Complaint" combined with his thoughts about his homeland flowed out from his hands.

After the song was played, he opened his eyes, and saw the sad and deep face of the Lance senior appeared in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be some tears on his face.

"You play really well. What is the name of this piece? What is this instrument? Can you teach me?"