After wearing it back, I became the demon king

The owner of that voice rushed to Di Ling arrogantly, grabbed the pencil in his hand, and reprimanded: "What's the matter with you? Do you have a tutor? How can you break into other people's classrooms and move them around?" Do you know how valuable your senior's painting is? Can you afford it?!"

"I didn't touch his painting." Di Ling backed away to the side, revealing the easel covered by him. He just sketched a few strokes on the waste paper with a pencil, and didn't even touch Chu Hanxin's drawing paper.

Di Ling is also a painter, and he knows that no matter how bad his paintings are, they are his own. If others make random changes without permission, it is undoubtedly provoking him.

The young man saw that Di Ling was not scribbling, but that he had mistakenly blamed the other party, and his face suddenly flushed. Now that he saw Di Ling's face clearly, he couldn't understand that this must be the model invited by the senior.

His lips were murmured, his tongue seemed to be knotted, his ears and cheeks were blushing, and he was brewing for a long time. Finally, he finally brewed up the sentence of apology, when he heard the other party casually say, "Is this painting very valuable?"

"Of course! Senior Chu Han is the master of our school. He is only in his third year, and many people have already asked him to buy paintings. A painting can sell for tens of thousands." The young man talked about Chu Han and You Rongyan. , with a proud face.

Hearing his words, Di Ling looked back at the painting carefully again, and unconsciously said with emotion: "Is the threshold so low?"

"What are you talking about! What do you mean by a low threshold? Can you understand senior Chu Han's paintings? Just talk nonsense." The young man was furious, looked up and down at Di Ling, and said without hesitation: "A brain like yours and I There is nothing to say about the empty embroidered pillow, which company's model are you? I must complain to your company!"

Seeing that he reacted so strongly, Di Ling jumped up and down as if he had stepped on his tail. A word on the Internet suddenly flashed in his mind, which might be "Du Wei".

"Lu Yao, what's the matter?" Chu Han came in with water and snacks, and found that the atmosphere in the classroom was not right.

"Senior!" Lu Yao said to Chu Han angrily, "Let me help you change a model, his quality is questionable."

"Lu Yao, don't talk nonsense, Di Ling just doesn't like to talk." Chu Han subconsciously defended Di Ling, this is the muse he picked up by luck.

"That's not true, he said just now that you didn't draw well!" Lu Yao felt aggrieved, why didn't the senior believe him?

"This painting hasn't been finished yet. It's been drawn intermittently. It's not very good. Di Ling is right." Chu Han raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and said to Di Ling, "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Lu Yao, I'm going to start drawing, you go out first."

Lu Yao was kicked out and shut the door, he was completely stupefied that the senior was so partial to that embroidered pillow!

Looking in through the glass, sitting by the window with an embroidered pillow, holding a book in his hand, and lowering his head slightly, the warm sunshine in the morning is particularly partial to him, shining on him, as if covered with a layer of golden tulle, beautiful It's breathtaking.

Lu Yao came back to his senses and found that his feet were numb. He patted his face in embarrassment and looked at the embroidered pillow in a daze. What's going on? !

"Take a break, are you tired from sitting?" Chu Han thoughtfully handed Di Ling the water glass.

"Fortunately, if you are not tired, you can continue to draw." Di Ling said.

"It's not in such a hurry, I still have to take care of the model's feelings, after all, I want to develop for a long time." Chu Han said with a smile.

Di Ling took a sip of water and said flatly, "Don't take care of my feelings, you spent money."

The water he just drank in his mouth almost spewed out, Chu Han always felt that these words sounded a bit strange.

"That was my junior just now. He is very talented in painting, but his personality is a bit arrogant. I apologize to you for what happened just now. He has no bad intentions."

"Yeah." Di Ling paused with the hand holding the water glass, and said, "He defends you very much."

"Haha, he's just a little kid, he worships me blindly, and I'm not that good." Chu Han laughed.

Di Ling tilted his head and said, "You can sell tens of thousands of yuan for a painting?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, there have been, but just once or twice, good luck." Chu Han explained: "My cousin owns a gallery and knows a lot of wealthy businessmen. Maybe they bought my paintings. Just to sell my cousin a face."

"By the way, are you still drawing?" Seeing that he was so interested, Chu Han took the initiative to ask.

When he was in the Demon Realm, the best way for Di Ling to pass his time was to paint, but after he came back, he never touched a paintbrush again, "I don't often paint."

"Then you can practice more and bring some of your works over next time. If they are good, maybe they can be hung in my cousin's gallery for sale." Although Chu Han didn't know what was going on in Di Ling's house, Di Ling Ling now lives in such a poor place, it can be seen that he is short of money.

"Is it possible?" Di Ling asked back.

"Of course you can, but it still depends on the level of your paintings, and the gallery needs to take a part of the commission." Chu Han wanted to help Di Ling, but he had to explain the prerequisites clearly.

"En." Di Ling nodded slightly.

They ate lunch near the school. As soon as the two of them sat down, someone greeted Chu Han.

"My God, Chu Han, where did you find that little fairy boy?!"

"Could it be your boyfriend?"

Chu Han blushed, and looked at Di Ling with a guilty conscience, "Don't talk nonsense, this is the model I'm looking for."

"Model?! You kid, you have such a channel to hide." The boys and girls suddenly gathered around, their eyes lit up, "God, add a WeChat."

"Male god, we can wait in line for your favor."

"Go, go, don't poach my corners, the male god is not free!" Chu Han hurriedly pushed everyone away.

"God, how much does this kid pay? Let's double it! Give it a chance." The girls came up and blinked.

Di Ling never refused to come, "Five hundred."

"Damn, as expected of God Chu, he is really rich." Chu Han's classmates were discouraged when they heard this. They were different from Chu Han.

"You can buy group deals," Di Ling suggested.

Everyone's eyes widened, "Can it still be like this?"

"Is the male god so down-to-earth?!"

"My God, the male god is really kind-hearted!"

So in the afternoon, Di Ling was surrounded by a group of people and walked towards the studio.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo God, your puppy is so cute, just as cute as you!"

"It is not allowed to be touched by people, only for male gods. Thinking of my cat owner, pets are really good for other people's homes."

"Male god, what's its name?" Even a boy couldn't resist the cub's cuteness.

name?

Di Ling was stunned, and lowered his head to meet the gray-blue eyes of the little black cub, "Little light bulb."

"It's called a light bulb."

"A dark light bulb? Hahahahaha, God, you are so funny!" Everyone was overjoyed and laughed.

Chu Han also just knew the cutie's name, "I didn't expect you to choose such a cute name."

cute?Di Ling didn't feel it, he just thought of the light it lit up for him in the endless darkness, like a small light bulb.

Walking into the studio, Lu Yao was also there. Seeing Di Ling, the smile on his face suddenly collapsed, "The ghost lingers."

"Yaoyao, take a look at the male god that your senior Chu Han brought, isn't he super good-looking and has the urge to write?!"

"Do you want to join our team fight? The male god will give us a discount."

They are all Chu Han's classmates, and they have a good relationship with Chu Han. They know that Chu Han has a little brother, and they take good care of Lu Yao.

Lu Yao wanted to say loudly that he didn't care about drawing an embroidered pillow, but the scene this morning resurfaced in his mind again. I have to say that it really made people have the urge to draw it. My own heart, "I have money, so I don't care about giving me preferential treatment."

"Come over tomorrow and act as a model for me alone."

Di Ling raised his eyelids, his eyes seemed to be wrapped in autumn frost, "No time."

The chill was creeping up from the bottom of his feet, Lu Yao almost cried in fright, puffed up his cheeks, and said with red eyes: "If you don't have time, you don't have time, what are you doing so fiercely?"

After all, he was spoiled or had a childish temper. The seniors and sisters stepped forward to coax him, and he didn't start painting until two o'clock.

Lu Yao huddled in a corner tremblingly, staring at Di Ling. He tried to find out the unsightly angles of Di Ling, but the childish result was that this person had no dead angle in 360 degrees!

He held his brush and began to draw indignantly. At first, he still had mixed thoughts in his mind, but as he drew, his eyes were unconsciously attracted to Di Ling, as if there was a magnet.

"Chu Han, please help me change the painting, I always feel that the painting here is not right."

"Me too, why are you so fast?"

Chu Han looked over, "Men can't speak fast."

"Hahahaha..." Everyone laughed together.

Lu Yao almost cried in fright just now, it was too embarrassing, I was too embarrassed to ask senior Chu Han to help him rewrite the painting, so I could only figure it out by myself.

Suddenly, a slender finger, as if carved from white jade, broke into his sight, and the voice seemed to come from the sky, "The lines here are not smooth and soft enough."

Lu Yao turned his head suddenly, met Di Ling's lacquer-like eyes, couldn't help shaking his heart, and asked randomly with evasive eyes: "Do you understand?"

"I also draw." Di Ling said flatly.

Hearing this, Lu Yao was a little surprised, but he only thought it was Di Ling's interest, "Oh."

He picked up a pen to revise, maybe he was not serious enough, or maybe he simply didn't have enough skill, the painting got worse and worse as he changed it, Lu Yao suddenly felt agitated.

"Pen." Di Ling said.

Lu Yao didn't think about it, subconsciously obeyed, and obediently handed him the pen.

Sitting on the stool, Di Ling's side face was close at hand, and Lu Yao found that he didn't even draw a thousandth of his beauty.

"God, you can still draw?!"

"My god, the masters are among the folks! The works of the gods drawn by the hands of the gods!"

"Fuck me, offer my Tianling Cap!"

Hearing the surprises coming from behind him one after another, Lu Yao came back to his senses. He turned his head and looked at the painting that he had changed beyond recognition just now.

"Damn!" Lu Yao was dumbfounded, and sat down on the ground in shock, and he happened to be kneeling at Di Ling's feet.

Di Lingyun glanced at him lightly, and said, "There's no need to perform such a grand ceremony."

Lu Yao blushed with embarrassment, his mind was full of the insults he said to Di Ling today, if there was a time machine, he really wanted to go back and cover his mouth, otherwise his face wouldn't be so painful.