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A group of painters feel their IQs have been insulted.

Such a few messy and abstract lines are Xiao Bu’s line drafts?

Who are you fooling around here?

Even Wang Runhe looked complicated.

The middle-aged painter beside him turned his head and said in a difficult tone: "Old Wang, look at this line draft. Except for Mao Xuewang himself who wrote the pen, it is impossible for anyone else to draw Xiaobu, right?"

"Uh, let's take another look."

"..."

The atmosphere in the room fell into silence, and everyone looked at the little hands who were working frantically on the big screen.

Now they have boarded the thief ship and can't get off, the iron doors of the cabin are all welded, so all of them can only pinch their noses to recognize them.

However, after looking at it, they found that the owner of the pair of small hands on the screen really had something.

The messy lines gradually turned into a small shape on the drawing board after she continued to sketch and draw.

Why is it called shape?

Because it was completely invisible before as a human figure, but now it can be distinguished as a small buried shape.

This made many painters who were just about to sneer shut their mouths again.

After about ten minutes.

Unexpectedly, on the drawing board, a small black and white figure has emerged.

Su Xiaoxiao used the simplest drawing method to restore a very vivid Xiaobu.

Although it's just a simple picture, and it's still in black and white, but the other party's painting skills are enough to shock all the painters.

Is this him? What kind of magical painting skills?

Are you a time assassin back from the future?

Has the dog read all the years of hard work in his artistic career?

After seeing the whole process of Su Xiaoxiao's creation of Xiaobu, all the painters thought so.

And Wang Runhe, who was at the front, also gasped.

Hiss, this wonderful feeling again.

Even though she was just a little girl, she once again gave him the impression that "the other party is a painter who came back from the future".

Unheard of painting skills, quickly trace a small black and white burial in ten minutes, it is very outrageous.

It was exactly the same feeling that Mao Xuewang gave him back then.

No, to a certain extent, the other party can also be regarded as a half-blooded man.

"It's done, this is probably the easiest way for Xiao Bu to draw!"

According to what Su Chen taught her, Su Xiaoxiao finished painting and called it a day. Seeing that the class in the live broadcast room fell into the previous situation of diving with all members, she couldn't help rolling her eyes, and asked, "Uh, what do you think after watching it?" Did you ask?"

It took a long time before the bullet screen drifted past.

"This... this is too powerful."

"This painting is also amazing, little teacher, are you a talented art student?"

"No, I'm a high school student." Su Xiaoxiao's tone was a little smug, "Also, the name "little teacher" is too strange. My surname is Su. You can call me Teacher Su from now on."

"OK,

Miss Su. "

"Uh, I mean Teacher Su." Su Xiaoxiao in front of the screen wrinkled her little nose, circled the key points of her words, and said in a serious tone.

"Okay, Teacher Xiao Su, I got it, Teacher Xiao Su."

A group of young female painters chattered and sent bullet chats to tease with a smile. Even though they couldn't see the face, they suddenly felt that the little girl who called herself Teacher Su was as cute as the sister next door.

"..."

Su Xiaoxiao puffed her mouth.

emmm...

Forget it, at least there is a Su word, whatever.

"Well, Teacher Xiao Su, are you going to teach us this?"

Wang Runhe, who was at the front, carefully typed and asked in the live broadcast room.

This kind of painting style and painting skills that have been ahead of the industry for countless years, just if outsiders want to copy it completely, there is no three to five years that cannot be digested.

But if there is a proficient person to point it out, it will be different.

Those who are especially taught are the veteran painters of these Thunderbolt libraries, who can fully master it in a few months, a few weeks, or even a few days.

Undoubtedly a huge fortune!

It's hard to imagine that this was researched by an author who made his debut in drawing comics. With such strength, it is estimated that the other party can draw anything casually.

Of course, from the perspective of Su Chen behind the scenes, it might not be the case.

You know, this is just Xiao Bu's painting style. Apart from Xiao Bu's cute style, there are many strange styles that he hasn't used yet.

Therefore, he didn't take this kind of small buried drawing seriously, and let the little girl teach him, and it was right to speed up the progress of entertainment in this world.

"Yeah, you guys will practice this kind of painting today."

According to what Su Chen told her in advance, Su Xiaoxiao ordered: "I will give you half an hour to ask questions and get familiar with this kind of drawing skills. Hands."

"real?"

All the painters were almost overjoyed.

Dude, it's not like those show masters or something.

Teacher Xiao Su is going to teach dry goods.

If you can understand this lesson, then the painting skills of the artists in the Thunderbolt library may be able to increase exponentially.

"Of course it's true, eh."

While Su Xiaoxiao was talking, she casually sketched the small painting on the drawing board, every stroke made all the painters applaud.

"After this course is over, I will also assign homework to everyone, each with a line draft practice with different content...Of course, the premise is that everyone is satisfied with my course, so that I can officially enter the company as a contract artist... "

"Satisfied, of course satisfied!"

A group of painters sent out barrage like chicks pecking at rice.

If at the beginning, most people thought they were being tricked to make fun of them, then it is completely different now. Everyone is willing and has great expectations, eager to become the student of the little girl on the screen.

So what if the lecturer is a little girl?

As long as you can tell the truth, you are a good teacher!

There is no noble and no cheap, no long and no little, the existence of the Tao and the existence of the teacher!

Look, the ancients never expected me.

Not only that, most of the painters are even more grateful for the pseudonym Mao Xuewang.

With the other party's super high level, you can find a few well-connected manga assistants to teach by yourself. There is no need to send someone to Lei Zhenwenku to give them a group of painters by giving lectures.

Such meticulous care can only be because Mao Xuewang really wants to reach out to the Leijian Library.

Soon, the agreed time ended, and an experimental class ended.

At the last moment when the live broadcast course was closed, Su Xiaoxiao was still answering various questions from the painter of Lei Jian Library who was very thirsty for knowledge, and her mouth was dry when explaining the painting skills.

"Thank you for your hard work. You taught very well. I didn't expect you to be so talented in lecturing."

Handing over a cup of tea that was brewed just right, Su Chen, who watched the whole process by the side, praised it.

Su Xiaoxiao's performance was better than he expected. In this way, judging from the bullet screens of the artists in the live broadcast room, it should be a certainty to draw up a contract with Leijian Library and let Su Xiaoxiao settle in as an official lecturer.

"It's okay, it's not much more difficult than playing games live."

Su Xiaoxiao said lightly, then she took the tea unceremoniously, and took a sip carelessly.

Then, the attributes of the dead house are fully exposed.

"Ahem! It's so bitter! Why not happy water?"

"Your throat is about to smoke, and you still want to drink happy water. Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I want happy water, soaked wolfberry is also fine!"

"..."

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