Chapter 177

Seeing the change of mingxinyue's expression, Liu Fan was not surprised at all. He said with a smile, "it's not a good painting. It's a shame."

"Is this really what you just drew?"

Mingxinyue suddenly looks serious and stares at Liu Fan.

If the painting of baiqiong is lifelike and lifelike, then Liu Fan's painting is ready to come out in a flash!

Liu Fan frowned: "xiaoyueyue, I'm not satisfied with what you mean. Forget it, I'll tear it."

And he's going to get his Sketchpad back.

Pop!

Mingxinyue patted off the back of Liu Fan's hand, held the drawing board tightly to her chest, and said warily, "dare you! No one is allowed to rob me of this picture! "

It looked as if it was afraid of being taken away!

Liu Fan was stunned. He touched his red palm and said, "OK, here you are. It's just a picture."

White dome in the side to see is dumbfounded, mingxinyue this reaction is too striking!

He took the sketch seriously and gave it away to mingxinyue. However, Liu Fan's painting was just looked at, and she took it as a treasure!

For a moment, Bai Qiong's fragile heart was hurt by tens of thousands of points!

"What's the matter? How could that ragged painting be so appreciated by that beautiful woman?"

"Brother Qiong didn't want to give it away, instead, he wanted the poor man to draw it at will?"

"Either this woman is blind or she is blind. I don't believe that boy can draw any good pictures."

"Don't you see that this woman and that rag collector know each other at all, which is unfair to brother Qiong!"

The students gathered outside the door were full of gossip and questioned Liu Fan's real strength one after another.

White dome also couldn't help but ask actively: "beauty, can I have a look at Liu Fan's paintings? If I lose, I have to understand."

Mingxinyue nodded and turned over the drawing board.

"Sorry, I prefer this one to yours."

Baiqiong didn't hear mingxinyue's words at all. He was stunned when he saw the painting.

"This, this is your painting?"

Bai Qiong looks at Liu fan who is chatting with Zhang He with an incredible look. When he sees this painting, he immediately understands his own gap.

The students outside also saw Liu Fan's sketch.

The sunlight was cast on the drawing board through the clear window, and everyone was stunned.

"How beautiful..."

"It's really beautiful. The teacher can't draw it."

"This is a master, isn't it?"

Liu Fan looked directly into Bai Qiong's eyes and said with a smile, "I draw casually. After all, I'm just a rag collector."

"Collect rags..."

Bai Qiong murmured that the pride in his heart was completely broken at this moment.

He can be proud of his talents, but he also has his own pride. In the face of people who are better than himself, he knows that he is willing to bow down.

For a moment, he had mixed feelings.

Liu Fan sees the white dome's facial expression change, the heart way, this guy is not bad to the bone.

Just then.

A strong man's voice exploded in the corridor.

"If you don't have a good class, what are you doing here?"

The students outside the door trembled, and one of them called out: "Hong Da Pang is coming!"

Next second.

The shouting student was directly lifted to the air by a big, strong hand.

A big hand.

A big fat face came into the eyes of the students.

The face seemed narrow up and wide down, like a pear.

Although his eyes are like a seam, all the students at the door dare not look at his eyes.

"What did you just call me?"

Hong zhenhou opened his lips and said fiercely.