Chapter 179

White dome a face is embarrassed, the line of sight in the bright heart month hand's drawing board stops for a while, finally took out.

Hong Zhen looked at it carefully, nodded and said, "yes, it's a good painting. Bai Qiong, you are worthy of being a genius of our school. I'm optimistic about you."

In the past, the headmaster's praise of Bai Qiong might have been very helpful, but now the more he listened to it, the worse it was.

"By the way, is Zhang he's painting another person's?"

Hong Zhenli takes Tao for granted. When he looks around the studio, he sees Zhang he standing beside a man. However, because the easel is blocking him, Hong Zhen can't see his face clearly.

"Zhang He, what are you doing there? Where are your paintings? You usually work hard, and I see it in my eyes, but this time I'm impressed. I dare to take the initiative to compete with my classmates. It's good. If there's pressure, there's motivation. "

Hong really said with a smile.

Zhang he's family is very difficult. Hong Zhen took the initiative to avoid part of his tuition for his hard work, so he was very impressed with Zhang He.

Zhang he was warm when he heard that Hong Zhen, the headmaster, was fierce, but he had no choice for his students.

"Headmaster, it's not me, it's..."

Zhang he wanted to explain, but Hong Zhen saw the drawing board in mingxinyue's hand and directly interrupted Zhang he and said, "is this one? Ms. Ming, come on, let me have a look. "

Although he is a headmaster, he doesn't care enough about the students at ordinary times, so he finally catches up with them. Naturally, he wants to make more comments to convey a little learning spirit to the students.

Mingxinyue has a strange look on her face. She looks at the silent Liu Fan and wonders, what's the matter with this guy?

Although puzzled, he still handed over the sketchpad.

"There are many ways to pay attention to painting. Zhang He, you have a good foundation. Work harder Hiss

Hong Zhen said seriously, just to give Zhang he a little encouragement, but the next second, suddenly took a breath!

The painting in front of us makes us bright!

The visual impact of the girl in the painting is too strong. This is the work of a master!

He asked himself that he could not draw such a picture, and no one in his own circle could reach this level!

He raised his head hard and looked at Zhang He with a dazzling look in his eyes.

"Headmaster..."

Zhang he was frightened by this look.

He suspected that the headmaster wanted to eat.

"Tell me, how did you draw such a picture?"

Hong Zhen held Zhang he's shoulder tightly, took a deep breath and asked.

"No, I didn't draw it, principal."

Zhang he quickly denied.

Hong Zhen stares as if the eye of a crevice, serious way: "how is not you draw, can still be he draw?"

He said, pointing to the man behind the easel.

Zhang He nodded.

But I heard a voice.

"Fat man, do I draw well?"

A fat man, spread in the studio, Zhang he and white dome smell speech, cold sweat straight out.

Outside the door, the students all shrunk their necks.

Everyone said, who is this Lord? It's really killing to dare to mention this word.

Sure enough, Hong Zhen, the headmaster, looked cold and frowned.

The next second, he strides forward in a fury.

Pop!

He pushed the easel away. Hong really wanted to give this guy a lecture, but he was stunned at the next moment.

There was a face that didn't deserve beating, and the eyes were full of banter.

"Fat man, long time no see."

Liu Fan said with a smile.

Hong Zhen's eyes suddenly turned red!