135: C135 Your Picture of the Chrysanthemum Is Just Dog Shit

C135 Your Picture of the Chrysanthemum Is Just Dog Shit

As Fang Zongxian's voice faded, the students in the class were so shocked that their jaws almost fell off.

Especially Lu Siyu, he looked puzzled, puzzled, and depressed. His expression was extremely complicated, and his mood instantly turned sour!

"Why? Why is this happening? "

Lu Siyu felt that he was like an orphan who had been abandoned. It was so difficult for him to enjoy a few minutes of a myriad of doting, but that myriad of doting immediately left him.

His heart was filled with unwillingness, but his words were filled with confusion.

Just what did Ye Han do to make Fang Zeng Xian bow and express his gratitude in such a solemn manner?

However, Ye Han calmly accepted Fang Zeng Xian's bow.

He was, after all, someone who had come into contact with singers, writers, and other special existences.

Obviously, this was because Fang Zongxian had looked at his painting again before breaking through to the painter stage.

In ancient times, there was always the legend of a master with one word. Today, Ye Han relied on his painting to advance a normal painter to a painter.

This merit far exceeded that of a "master"!

Fang Zongxian bowed three times before slowly getting up.

But at that moment, Lu Siyu, who almost collapsed, roared in indignation.

"Ms Fang, may I ask why?" Is Ye Han's painting really that magical? Is it really worth it for you to value it so highly? "

The moment he said this, the originally stupefied students immediately nodded their heads.

They also wanted to see what kind of painting could make Ms Fang, who had graduated from the Southern River Academy, lose her composure like this!

"You want to see?"

When Fang Zongxian heard this, he chuckled.

"I want to see!"

Lu Siyu was the first to shout.

Following that, the other students also followed suit.

"Alright, then I'll let you all enjoy it!"

Fang Zongxian smiled and flicked his wrist.

In the next moment, the black bamboo diagram on the podium floated into the air with a 'shua' sound!

"Go!"

After gently spitting out one word, Fang Zongxian stood there silently with his hands behind his back.

The black bamboo scroll slightly trembled and with a swoosh, it floated forward.

"What's going on?"

"The juggling? "Wow, Ms Fang's too cool!"

"F * ck, this is too cool! If I could learn it, wouldn't it be easy for me to pick up girls?"

"Pah pah pah! Your head is filled with dirty thoughts. Can you look good at painting!?"1

Seeing the black bamboo diagram slowly float forward, although most of the students were surprised, they all subconsciously thought it was just some sort of small trick.

They didn't think that Fang Zongxian would use the power of the soul painting to move the black bamboo.

Lu Siyu was the only one present who was paying serious attention to the Ink Bamboo Painting.

He only took a few glances before a look of astonishment flashed past his eyes.

"How is that possible? Ye Han was clearly a failure in his studies before, but he didn't have any talent in painting. How can he draw a painting that isn't inferior to mine? I don't believe it! "

Lu Siyu muttered to himself. His face, which could be considered pleasant to look at, also became twisted.

Hearing Lu Siyu's words, Fang Zongxian, who had a faint feeling of transcendence, suddenly sneered.

"Not inferior to you? "Hehe, Lu Siyu, you're too generous with your words!"

"To put it bluntly, Ye Han's Ink Bamboo Painting has already reached the level of using things as its meaning. However, you have just entered the level of having an object as an object. You haven't even touched the threshold of a painter!"

"Compared to Ink Bamboo? Your picture of the chrysanthemum is just a pile of dog shit! "

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