As soon as his arms retracted, Lin Mao restrained Shen Liang's neck, "You didn't lock the door at all!"
Shen Liang was helpless, "Okay, I admit that I forgot."
Lin Mao looked like I fucking knew, "Then why are you lying?"
Shen Liang crumpled the damp toilet paper and threw it on the ground, "I'm not afraid that you will blame me."
His implication was that the painting had been touched, and if the other people knew that he had not locked the door and let them sneak in, he would not have been drowned by the spittle Xingzi.
Besides, the key to the studio is in his hand now, if the teacher knows that he is careless, he will take the key back.
Lin Mao is not stupid. Knowing Shen Liang's thoughts, his eyes rolled, "So, you didn't lock the door when you left last night, and that bastard took the opportunity to come in and play tricks on our paintings."
He rolled his eyes, "Damn, it must be someone from the studio."
Shen Liang had a different idea, "Not necessarily, it may be some college student who likes to play pranks. I heard my brother say that college is boring, and he will want to find something fun to do."
Lin Mao spat on the ground, gritted his teeth in exasperation, "Really, last night was my best performance. I've already painted Mei Xia, and I want to keep it on the wall."
Their conversation was drowned out by other voices, and that was all Huang Dan heard.
Zhou Jiaojiao's voice sounded in her ears, "Shu Ran, I have already drawn, why are you still a draft?"
Huang Dan looked at the painting on Zhou Jiaojiao's drawing board, the perspective was all wrong, and the virtual and real were not opened. The whole painting was dirty, the original owner was a little better than her, and the perspective of the pot's mouth was correct.
Zhou Jiaojiao watched Huang Dan erase the draft, and she stared, "It's not even ten o'clock, so you won't draw in the morning?"
Huang Dan said, "Repaint."
Just as Zhou Jiaojiao was about to make a few sentences, she saw the young man start writing quickly on paper, the lines were very smooth, she rubbed her eyes, but she didn't look at it.
It's impossible, why did someone who rubbed the same way as she draw suddenly draw so bizarrely? Even if it's an epiphany, it's not like that, right
Zhou Jiaojiao's eyes widened, and a sentence popped out of her mouth, "Damn, you are possessed by a ghost?!"
As soon as she went out, she drew the eyes of the others in the studio.
Huang Dan started a line draft, and there were more than ten people behind him.
The classes in the lower grades are tight, and the time when they come to paint is irregular. Sometimes there are not many people in the studio. These ten or so are all today.
Huang Dan's forehead twitched slightly, but the speed of the wiring did not slow down.
Lin Mao was the most shocked. No one knew better than him. His roommate copied the teacher's collection of paintings in the shared apartment, and he could copy a ghostly appearance. What's going on
"Are you Shu Ran? You're not really possessed by a ghost, are you?"
His words aroused laughter from others, and they all knew it was a joke, possessed by a ghost? There must be a ghost first.
Shen Liang squinted, "I can't see that Shu Ran is so powerful."
Xia Wei pursed her lips with lipstick, and smiled, "No, last night I was painted like a coal digger. Now I'm so good, even better than Liangliang."
Shen Liang frowned.
I don't know if it's Xia Wei's name, or if he cares about others more than himself.
Teacher Zhang entered the studio, "What are you doing around Zhang Shuran? You don't need to paint anymore?"
Lin Mao laughed, "Mr. Zhang, come and see."
Huang Dan, "… "
Teacher Zhang snorted, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He patted the yellow list with encouragement, "Great progress."
"Okay, everyone is surrounded, so hurry up and paint your own. Look at your own paintings, and then look at Shu Ran's. Think about the difference, how he painted it, and why he painted it that way. "
There were noises like moving stools and kicking easels in the studio.
Several people are discussing.
"It's impossible for Shen Liang to understand the reasons. I think he draws just by feeling, and soon he will draw worse and worse. I have seen many of those people."
"I also know one. The cow I drew before the test flew up, but guess what, I didn't even get the pass line for the unified examination in the province."
"Zhang Shuran really thought it through, look at it, the next exam, he must be the first."
Shen Liang drew with his back to them, unable to see the expression on his face.
There is a deep alley outside the west gate of the school. No matter which alley you enter, there is a way to go. There live college students, couples, brothers, and they are free to play as they want.
There are also some low-level social workers. After the studio opened, there were more high school students who came to rent houses.
At noon, Huang Dan and Lin Mao went back to cook dinner