The all-around master of the beautiful president

Chapter 24 To drink or not to drink?
Qin Yu's expression became a little embarrassed and he said, "Is this not good?"

"Why, are you scared?" Zhang Deshuai pointed to the students around him and said, "There are so many people watching here, he dare not even take a small bet, is he still a man?"

"Oh, why bother." Qin Yu sighed helplessly, "Since you insist on humiliating yourself, then I can only agree."

"In this case, let's stop talking nonsense and start comparing. In order to avoid others saying that I bully you in my own territory, you can decide what to draw." Zhang Deshuai is completely domineering. In his opinion, Qin The winning rate of a turtle like Yu is not even one in ten thousand.

Qin Yu raised his head and thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Then let's draw chrysanthemums."

"Hahaha——" Hearing this, Zhang Deshuai laughed even louder.

The other students who knew Zhang Deshuai couldn't help laughing too.

"I said you should change the title. The painting that Senior Zhang won the prize in China back then was a painting of chrysanthemums in autumn language!"

"To be honest, I've seen someone courting death, but I've never seen someone courting death like this. Even the only chance given by Senior Zhang wasted."

As the students booed, Zhang Deshuai seemed to have seen Qin Yu drink up that cup of "spit ink".

"Just talking about not practicing fake moves, I will let you learn a lot today!" Zhang Deshuai began to sharpen the inkstone as he said, as if to show off, an ordinary inkstone process, he just made it look like watching a movie Feel.

It is even more exaggerated when the pen is written, gathering and dispersing along the way, rubbing and dyeing, and every stroke is like flowing water. It is not difficult to see that this Zhang Deshuai is indeed of some level. Even if he does not reach the level of a national player, at least he is unmatched in Zhongzhou University City. .

The process of painting alone is mesmerizing to watch, and several elementary school girls even shouted the declaration of "giving birth to a monkey" on the spot.

Zhang Deshuai became more and more proud, his every movement and stillness were full of rhythm, as if he was practicing Tai Chi.

It wasn't until the final grooming session that everyone began to look at Qin Yu.

I saw Qin Yu calmly drinking the honey water that Xu Xin just bought, not to mention painting, he didn't even have an inkstone, sitting there with his legs crossed, as if it wasn't him who made the bet with Zhang Deshuai just now, but other people.

"I said you must be scared to be stupid, right? That's right, before you reach the end of your skill, you will know when you make a move. Seeing Senior Zhang's painting skills, you also know that you will definitely lose, right?"

"Hey, I drank all the honey water. Could it be that I want to cleanse the intestines and drink the ink as a drink later?"

The students burst into laughter. From their point of view, a small character like Qin Yu is basically the same as a monster in Xinshou Village, purely here to give experience.

Even Xu Xin started to worry, and suggested to run away while everyone was not paying attention.

"Senior Zhang finished the drawing!"

"But our Master Qin doesn't seem to have started yet." Zhang Deshuai triumphantly hung the autumn language chrysanthemum painting he had just drawn on the podium.

"Did you finish the painting? Then I'll start painting too." Qin Yu just started to pick up the brush and ink. Although he hasn't started to paint yet, there is a natural momentum on his body.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Deshuai couldn't help but retreat in his heart, because he had seen this kind of opening gesture before, and the person who performed this opening gesture was none other than Master Mo, who is known as the leading master of contemporary Chinese painting Nothing like gold!

impossible!
Not to mention that this local turtle doesn't look like he knows Chinese painting, even if he knows it, he can't compare to Master Mo who is over 80 years old, he is just putting on an air!

Soon Zhang Deshuai's guess was confirmed. Qin Yu first flicked and then flicked, and then flicked and flicked again, leaving a large slanted "rice" character on the paper back and forth. I drew a small circle in the middle, and then paused the tip of the pen to draw a long thick line.

Finally, after writing the word "Chrysanthemum. Flower" next to it, Qin Yu flicked the pen, "The drawing is finished."

"puff--"

Not only Zhang Deshuai couldn't help laughing, but the rest of the students also covered their bellies and laughed.

Qin Yu frowned and interrupted everyone's laughter, "Why are you laughing? Could it be that I can't draw well?"

"Okay... what a fart! What the hell, if it wasn't for the chrysanthemum written on it at the end, I would have thought it was a dog's tail flower!"

"Awesome! Awesome! Apart from the chicken pecking rice picture I saw in the movie last time, this painting is another masterpiece I have seen that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the painting saint!"

"No, I'm going to die laughing, this dude is just here to be fucking funny, right?"

Qin Yu clicked his lips, "A bunch of ordinary people can't appreciate how vivid my paintings are."

"It seems that you are planning to deny it?" Zhang Deshuai's expression darkened instantly.

Qin Yu spread his hands and said, "I just think it's unfair. Since it's a competition between you and me, we absolutely can't let people we know judge. No, I don't think people should judge!"

"Then what do you think should be judged?"

"Let this!"

Everyone looked along where Qin Yu pointed, only to find that there was a small honeycomb on the door frame of the back door of the Chinese Painting Club.

"You're acting in a TV series, and you let the bees be the referee!" Some people think that Qin Yu did this just to delay time.

Zhang Deshuai shook his head, "Back then, Master Mo made a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty, which indeed attracted a group of bees to come to collect honey. That picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty even sold for tens of millions of dollars on the spot!"

"Of course, I can't achieve Master Mo's painting skills, but it's even more impossible for this dog-tailed flower!" Zhang Deshuai looked at Qin Yu and said, "You didn't do this to take advantage of the opportunity to escape, did you?"

Qin Yu patted his chest and said, "I, Qin Xiaoyu, apart from being upright, my biggest feature is trustworthiness. If neither of our two paintings can attract those bees, I will lose!"

"It's a deal! If the bee lands on your painting, I will lose!"

With the help of a few bold boys, they managed to push the two bees close to the two paintings.

The two bees circled around in the air, but they didn't land for a long time.

Seeing this, Zhang Deshuai laughed and said, "Drink this cup of saliva—"

Before he finished speaking, one of the bees landed on Qin Yu's painting.

"Damn, no way?!" The students couldn't believe their eyes.

"No, it's impossible, it's impossible!"

When Zhang Deshuai said it was impossible, another bee landed on it!

"What is impossible? Could it be that you can't afford to lose?" Qin Yu pointed to the cup of ink with a smile and said, "Come on! Senior Zhang is really a big black hole for such a happy event!"

Zhang Deshuai's heart was full of anger, but it was more of a kind of humiliation. Looking at the disgusting cup of ink, he almost wanted to cry.

What is shooting yourself in the foot?This is the most vivid embodiment!
He really didn't know what to do in the face of this cup of ink that would pop out of a bubble from time to time?
Don't admit it?Then what face does he have to stay in the Chinese Painting Club.

Just drink it?The devil can drink this stuff!
To drink or not to drink?This is a problem……

(End of this chapter)