Regardless of Zhou Hua and his friends' strong protests, Zhao Mu enthusiastically sketched portraits of the three people.

The previous few pictures were terrible, which made Zhou Hua and the other two feel the desire to die. Of course, what the three of them wanted to do was to strangle Zhao Mu to death.

After painting the portraits of the three people, they were all strange and terrible, and the glaring eyes of the three people were welcomed.

The three of them looked at each other, and Luda suddenly spoke: "Lao Lao, you can draw yourself in the next painting."

"Yes, draw yourself and share happiness together, and you have to participate." Zhou Hua touched.

Zhao Mu said innocently: "It was a real accident just now. I will definitely not have such a thing again next. You must believe me."

"Tsk, only if you believe you, there will be a ghost. We have believed you three times, what's the result?"

"Okay, you don't believe it even after saying it. I'll draw myself in this picture and let you see if what I said is true."

Zhao Mu was very fast. Under the witness of the three, a new portrait was freshly released within a while, and the expressions of Lu Da and the other two became very exciting.

"I said, you guy did this on purpose, right? I drew so ugly, but I drew so well. Look at it."

Faced with the anger of the three, Zhao Mu had to run away with his head in his arms, "I said, this was really not intentional, okay? I said that it was just a mistake before, and you don't believe me."

"Hmph, do you think we will believe your words? Naive."

After a fight, Zhao Mu, who was messy on his body, looked at his clothes with a sad look on his face. Is it very troublesome to wash clothes?

In the following paintings, Zhao Mu's performance suddenly improved, and there was no previous situation again.

Lu Da and the other two looked at each other, looked at the three terrible paintings in the corner, and thought that this must have been intentional by Zhao Mu. It seemed that this guy was just not dealt with, and that was all right, so Zhao Mu had to speak up.

The pictures were quickly completed under Zhao Mu's hands, and the quality of the paintings was also improving with visible qualities.

"Last brother, you have made too fast progress, right? Are you sure you have not learned painting before?"

"Uh, I've learned it, but I haven't practiced it for a long time. Now that I've gotten familiar with the feel, of course it's good."

Zhou Hua suspected: "How long is it?"

Zhao Mu smiled and said nothing about this. If the casual graffiti he used to paint when he was a child, then he had never been involved in painting for more than ten years. Of course, Zhao Mu would definitely not say this.

When Zhao Mu stopped the pencil in his hand, the level of the painting had stabilized, and there was a thick stack of paintings on the table.

Zhao Mu knew in his heart that his current level had reached the level of level 4 painting at this point. The practice just now was considered familiar with the control of his own strength when painting. If he wanted to go to the next level, he would either spend time practicing for a long time or spend popularity to inherit the knowledge of level 5 painting.

After stabilizing the painting level, Zhao Mu felt relieved as long as he became familiar with his feel every once in a while.

Although Zhao Mu's current level is not as good as the top, it is still a good move.

Nowadays, whether it is calligraphy or painting, there are no masters. Masters who rarely make moves are at the highest level, and reaching the first-class and second-class level is considered to be famous at home and abroad and at home.

Only students from Imperial Capital University and a few other schools can be lucky enough to enjoy first-class and second-rate professors, while most other schools have basically third-rate and fourth-rate teachers, so it is difficult for teachers to have second-rate level.

People who reach the second-rate and third-rate and fourth-rate levels are the mainstays in the circle, and are filled with education and other professional fields.

As the mainstream of society, Zhao Mu's current level has reached the mainstream. Even if he only relies on his own painting level, he can support himself well.

Of course, there must be a big gap between Zhao Mu and the monsters in the school who have reached the top of third-rate schools and are close to the level of teachers in the second-rate schools.

In fact, it is not just calligraphy and painting, but many other industries in the cultural world are now in this situation.

The social exhibition and the emergence of a large number of new things have had a serious impact on the cultural circle. Not only the cultural circle, but all traditional cultures in China have suffered a serious blow, some have declined, and some have even been lost.

After stabilizing his painting level, Zhao Mu first thought of the reason why he initially chose painting. Zhao Mu felt that this should be regarded as his first work of painting.

I wanted to complete it alone first, but later I thought about it and Zhao Mu gave up the decision.

"She should be happier if she lets her watch me finish this painting in person?"

He gave Zhang Ling a message and said that there was a surprise for her, and then Zhao Mu went out with the tools.

Zhao Mu chose the location in a studio in the school. It just so happened that no other students were taking over, which happened to be a cheaper one.

Not long after, Zhang Ling came to the agreed studio and was puzzled in his heart. What was Zhao Mu doing and what surprises he had to give to him in the studio.

Let Zhang Ling wait aside, Zhao Mu picked up the drawing board and started preparing for action.

Seeing Zhao Mu's actions, Zhang Ling understood that Zhao Mu wanted to give him a painting, and it was done by him, so he waited with a smile and expectantly.

The scenes that need to be drawn have long been deeply imprinted in Zhao Mu's mind. Without much preparation, Zhao Mu started writing directly.

When he picked up the pen, Zhao Mu smiled and looked forward to the works he had prepared.

Zhao Mu completed a painting quickly. After finishing the painting, Zhao Mu looked at it carefully, and did not wrinkle it up. Then he tore off the paper and chose to start again.

Zhao Muhua's second picture was obviously much longer than the first one. However, after completing the back end, Zhao Mu frowned deeper, and he tore off this picture again and started the next picture.

One painting after another was completed, but Zhao Mu's brows were frowning deeper and deeper, and the drawing paper was torn off one by one.

When Zhao Mu was sinking into his spirit, Zhang Ling, who was sitting aside with an expectant look, looked at Zhao Mu's frown and deeper, wondering in his heart, and quietly walked behind Zhao Mu and looked at the drawing board in front of Zhao Mu.

Another painting was completed, but Zhao Mu looked at the picture in front of him and frowned in a ball, and his hand stretched to the drawing board again.

A hand reached out and interrupted Zhao Mu's movement, "What are you doing? Isn't this good? Why are you tearing it up?"

Zhao Mu came back to his senses and shook his head and said, "No, the painting is too bad. This is not the work I want, it's torn."

Zhang Ling snatched the drawing paper on the drawing board, "No, this is mine. I said I can't tear it. This is the gift you gave me, it's up to me to decide."

(End of this chapter)

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