Chapter 662

The game started without warning, and Qin Qing's good voice shocked the four seats.

A blind man is better than a genius who has learned art since childhood, which is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. Other students who were robbed of the first place were secretly tucked in their hearts. Girls wanted to go to the students' Union to be crazy, and make complaints about others' teasing.

But looking at the student union, even Huo junsen looked at the girl with deep eyes. No one could guess what they were thinking, and strangely no one came out to stop them.

"Qin Qing, have you considered it clearly? Bai Ling participated in many international competitions and opened his own painting exhibition last year. He took the position of art minister based on his strength. Although you are a special recruit student of Beijing University, you didn't draw in the exam." Bessie earnestly advised the girl to rein in at the precipice and don't completely offend Bai Ling to death.

"It's just a small competition, learning and communication." Qin Qing also felt that it was boring to sit and drink juice, and now there was an opportunity to enter the student union. She could also feel the other party's temptation, so she pushed the boat along the water and agreed.

But Bessie could not understand. She felt that Qin Qing was too aggressive and did things too independently. Sooner or later, she would cause trouble.

"I'll cut the pen for you until I fill a piece of paper. The president will be the judge later." Bai Ling was generous and handed the paper and pen to the girl. However, Xiang Le volunteered to be an art student in the name of being an art student. Bailing rolled his eyes and sat on the other side without objection.

"OK, let's start. I'll time you." Xiang Le smiled and set up a shape opposite. Like a cynical peach blossom eye, he was secretly observing Qin Qing.

Brush... The sound of the charcoal pen falling on the paper is very fast. Bai Ling's ten fingers are slender. She is recognized as the school flower of talents. She is serious and cute with a trace of contrast when drawing, and her sketch is also the first in the whole professional class.

When they competed, other people also gathered around one after another. The students all came to Bai Ling's side and praised the pictures formed on the drawing paper.

"It's very good and has a three-dimensional feeling."

"It's worthy of being the director of the art department. This sketch is too fast and so exquisite."

... people are beautiful and can draw. They are the goddess in the eyes of many otaku men. Their compliments are not false.

As a result, I boasted for a long time, but I saw that the people of the student union had gone to the other side, and I couldn't help muttering at the bottom of my heart: it's an extravagant hope that a blind man wearing glasses can draw a circle, let alone a sketch. It's estimated that the picture has been pasted into a ball earlier.

Bessie was also angry and wanted Qin Qing to learn a lesson, so she deliberately or unintentionally stood aside and didn't help. But now she saw the people of the student union standing behind her for more than ten minutes without saying a word. She was also a little confused, so she squeezed in from the side and saw the drawing paper padded on the board.

"This..." how is it possible?!

Bessie opened her mouth in surprise and stared at the paper. She would have lost her voice if she hadn't been afraid of disturbing the progress of the game.

As soon as fifteen minutes came, Bai Ling put down her pen. As soon as she looked up, she was almost frightened by the black crowd opposite, and then she felt wrong.

"What's the result?" she turned and looked at Xiang Le. Her voice was a little heavy.

Xiang Le's eyes slowly moved away from Qin Qing's paper, but there was no smile at the bottom of his eyes, "you lost."

You lost.

The conclusion of a simple sentence was not euphemistic, which surprised the students.

"How can it be? Even if Qin Qing has painting skills, it is impossible to draw Bai Ling."

"Yes, she can't see. She doesn't even know where she painted..."

"Shut up!" several men's talkative help voice was suddenly interrupted by Bai Ling. She stretched out her hand and rushed to the opposite side. There was no emotion on her coquettish face. "Show me your painting."

Hearing the speech, Qin Qing put the charcoal aside and slowly handed over the drawing board in his hand.

After the indoor sunset and the setting sun, in the cold light of the moon, there is a starry sky design above his head, but Bai Ling has no intention to appreciate this wonderful environment. He is deeply shocked by the picture in front of him.

His paintings are not exquisite, nor are they as perfect as her general control of the light and shade of objects, but the picture completely depicts the layout of the room, from the green plants entering the door, the oblique hanging position of the sunset, the arrangement order of indoor tables and chairs, and the shadows of several people are clearly extended on the paper.

This is already an excellent sketch for art students, but there is absolutely no mistake. But this kind of situation is put on a blind person who can't see. It's difficult to control the position of writing, not to mention the deviation. Even the pictures she analyzes by relying on the air and other senses can't be done by an ordinary person.

"I really lost." after a long time, Bai Ling's tight look finally relaxed. He glanced at the picture in his hand and asked, "can I take this picture away? I'll bring it to the teacher tomorrow."

"Hmm?" Qin Qing wondered, not understanding each other's intention.

"If there is no accident, the announcement of the change of the art minister will come out next week, and I will quit the student union." Bai Ling said. The man had stood up, picked up the drawing board quickly and left.

"Hey, what are you going to do? The president hasn't spoken yet." the whole room was stunned by her remarks. Finally, Xiang Le stopped the people first, and then looked at Huo junsen standing aside.

Bai Ling also looked at him, but quickly looked away and said stubbornly, "I'm willing to admit defeat. The student union doesn't need two art ministers."

Although she spoke strongly, everyone could see her embarrassment and reluctance at the moment.

At this time, Qin Qing also stood up, looked at the voice, smiled and whispered: "I'm not here to smash the show, but to reconcile. Everyone can see that I've learned painting, and the time won't be shorter than you. I won't win just now. My eyes are inconvenient, and I can't hold the position of art minister. I hope today's game can let us clear the hatchet."

As she spoke, she held out her hand towards each other.

Rather than squeeze out the old members and get hated in the group, she hopes to reach a settlement with the girl who is strong and honest in front of her.

Bai Ling didn't speak for a moment, and his eyes were red, which made his facial features more beautiful and moving.

"She's right. Not everyone can be competent in a short period of time."