Chapter 172

Liu Fan hastily responded: "what is necessary is necessary."

He got out of the car and wheeled in.

"Hongzhen art training center?"

Liu Fan muttered and asked, "is your headmaster Hong Zhen?"

The boy has a pair of clear eyes, very sunny smile: "yes, brother, do you know?"

Liu Fan smiles and shakes his head.

When he was in college, he did have a good friend named Hong Zhen. He started as a counselor for himself, but he was dropped out of school. Later, he broke up contact.

It has been four years since the incident happened, and he always feels that he owes his brother.

"Brother, do you want any more of these three boxes of paper?"

The boy said shyly, just because he saw the two bright scenery behind Liu Fan.

"Yes, of course!"

Liu fan is busy.

"Ding, the host harvests a box of discarded drawing paper and rewards 10 million yuan!"

"Ding, the host harvests a box of discarded drawing paper and rewards 10 million yuan!"

"Ding, the host harvests three abandoned paintbrushes, plus the yundao jade talisman, and awards the title of master painter (world class)!"

Master of painting?

Liu Fan casually picked up a piece of drawing paper, on which was painted a clenched fist. In his eyes, it was just a sketch. He looked at the painting with the eyes of a master.

Almost at a glance, Liu fan can see several defects and potential advantages of the painting.

"Tut Tut, Zhang He, did you give up and sell all your paintings? I have said that you are not suitable for painting."

At this time, the training center out of a boy with long hair and acne, tone is full of banter and disdain.

There are several boys with the same hairstyle behind him, and one of them has long hair

Liu Fan glanced at them, and the corners of his eyes were twitching. Are all artistic men so elegant?

He would like to ask, is your shampoo soft?

The boy named Zhang he beside Liu Fan didn't get angry, but said faintly: "Bai Qiong, I don't care whether I can draw. I won't give up before I get into Linhai University."

"Come on, you're in the middle and upper reaches of your class, and you want to go to Linhai University. It's just a dream," he said

"That is, like our brother Qiong, the talent recognized by the headmaster himself, we will go abroad in the future!"

White dome is flattered by the younger brother behind him, more and more proud.

Zhang He clenched his teeth and lowered his head silently. No matter how powerful he is now, no matter how many arguments he has, it will only increase the laughingstock.

Just then.

"Keke, Zhang He, right? I think these paintings are very good."

Liu Fan pointed to a few sketches in his hand and said, casting an appreciative look at Zhang He.

Zhang he said with a smile, "thank you, brother. I'm not good at painting."

One side of the white dome ha ha sneer: "a collection of rags you know painting, good collection of your garbage, layman what do you know?"

"Yes, but it's no wonder that such a vulgar person can't be as good as us."

"Ha ha ha Pick up the rags, and go after the garbage

Mingxinyue and Xiaolan, who are outside the door, all look strange and can't laugh.

"This guy is pretending to be an elephant again and has to show off his ability. Does he still know how to draw?"

The moon sighs.

Xiaolan said coldly: "I don't think he must be showing off. This guy is very ghost."

The moon in the heart shows a different look.