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Chapter 169:

Yan Qingchi looked at the painting on the table for a while, thought about it for a while, and then started to write. He painted very fast. First, he often painted, and he was already proficient. Second, before painting, he had already painted. The whole picture was conceived. After a while, Jiang Mochen saw a shy girl appearing on the drawing paper with her head lowered slightly but her eyes looking upwards.

Yan Qingchi painted the girl's clothes and accessories according to the boss's drawing, and then started to draw the boy. The boy was obviously the one who confessed, with a pair of eyes looking at the girl in front of him with anxiety and anticipation, clenching his fists, waiting for her answer.

After Yan Qingchi finished drawing the main characters, he added street lights to Jiang Mochen's vertical lines, and then connected the horizontal lines together, modified them, and drew them into a bench.

He approached Jiang Mochen and said softly, "Draw whatever you want on this piece of paper, choose the one you are good at."

Jiang Mochen was a little worried, and after thinking about it, on the ground where the boys and girls were standing, he drew a swallow looking up at them.

Yan Qingchi almost didn't laugh, but when he looked at him, he felt familiar. Yan Qingchi recalled it for a moment, and then he remembered that the appearance of this swallow in Jiang Mochen's pen was not because he came to visit the class at that time and asked himself to help him draw it. Yes, they said it was Yanzi who wanted to show Qiqi.

Yan Qingchi looked at him, but he didn't expect that he would actually go back to practice, and he still drew quite alike.

After Jiang Mochen finished painting the swallows, he felt that this was what he was really good at. After all, in order to design the shape of the wedding ring, he took all the swallows painted by Yan Qingchi and painted them on paper. Facts have proved that although this method is stupid, it is indeed effective. At least he has painted Swallows very well now.

So Jiang Mochen drew a standing swallow on the bench.

He looked at Yan Qingchi and said that he had done his best. Yan Qingchi also knew that Jiang Mochen was the same as his singing in this aspect, and basically it was impossible to rescue, so he took the brush and added some details, and a painting was finished like that.

He looked at Fei Jingyu next to him and saw that he was still drawing, so he took out another piece of drawing paper and repainted a picture of a girl confessing to a boy. The girl pursed her lips and her eyes were wide open. A little surprised, but involuntarily brought a smile.

Jiang Mochen didn't quite understand why he painted another painting, and the boys and girls in this painting were different from the boss's painting. He asked Yan Qingchi, "What is this?"

"Plan ahead, just in case."

"speak English."

Yan Qingchi looked at him helplessly, "Be prepared, and only use it for face slaps."

Jiang Mochen felt that he still didn't understand. Didn't the boss already tell the rules of the game, why did he draw another pair, and he didn't follow the rules at all?

However, Yan Qingchi didn't give him a chance to ask questions again. He raised his hand and said, "The two of us are done."

Fei Jingyu was stunned for a moment, looked at him in disbelief, and quickly lowered his head to draw the last two strokes, not to be outdone, "We've done it too."

The boss looked at the time and said in surprise, "Did you learn it before, so fast?"

"Yes," Fei Jingyu vaguely understood the English sentence and couldn't help showing off, "I have been learning painting since the fourth grade of elementary school, and I have participated in some competitions and won some awards."

"Oh." The boss exclaimed, "Then you must be good at drawing, I'll take a look at yours first."

The boss walked over, looked at the drawing paper on the table between him and Yue Ziming, and picked it up. Fei Jingyu felt that his painting was not bad. Although he was a little rushed at the end and didn't have time to complete some details, the overall level was still very good.

After reading it, the boss put his painting down, "It's okay," he said.

Fei Jingyu glanced proudly at Yan Qingchi and replied, "Thank you."

The boss didn't speak, turned around and went to Yan Qingchi's side. Yan Qingchi pushed the picture he painted according to the request in front of the boss. The boss picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Yan Qingchi waited for the boss to comment, but the boss didn't speak. He looked up at the boss strangely.

Fei Jingyu saw that the boss didn't speak for a long time, and felt that the boss should be dissatisfied, and instantly had a feeling of winning.

He looked at Yan Qingchi and said deliberately, "Why didn't the boss speak for so long? Is there something wrong with your painting? Brother Yan, if we have assessed it in a while and you haven't, then we can leave first. However, you didn't just win the street painting competition two days ago, so it should be fine, right?"

The last sentence is clearly sarcastic.

Jiang Mochen glanced at him calmly, "The boss hasn't spoken yet, it's your turn to talk more here."

Fei Jingyu quickly pretended to say, "I'm not worried about you?"

Yan Qingchi was just trying to save him, when the boss finally spoke, the boss sighed and asked him, "How many years have you been learning to draw?"

"I forgot," Yan Qingchi said, "I started painting when I was a child. I forgot how old I was, but I haven't studied systematically."

He actually remembered that at the age of nine, a year after he was adopted. It's just that Jiang Mochen was here, and Yan Qingchi didn't know if the original owner could draw when he was nine years old, so he had to lie and say that he forgot.

The boss nodded, "You can draw like this without systematic professional study. You are very talented." He said, "You are very good at painting. If I could paint a painting like you back then, then

, me and my girlfriend will not miss three years. "

Yan Qingchi was a little stunned.

The boss smiled and said, "I lied to you just now, the painting you saw was painted by my girlfriend, he asked me to return a painting of hers, I didn't see her mind, so I just painted it casually. After she left, I kept looking at the painting and realized what the answer she wanted was, but she was gone."

"But did you meet again after three years?" Yan Qingchi asked.

"Yes, I found her, she is still single, I organized all the pictures I drew about her in the past three years after she left into a picture book, gave it to her, and then confessed to her, we are in together."

The boss pointed to the girl in the painting, "She looks very similar to the painting, isn't she very beautiful."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "It's really pretty."

The boss was very happy and commented: "You draw very well, your paintings are very emotional, like watching a real story, the lines are also very smooth, the composition is complete and delicate, are you a professional painter?"

Yan Qingchi shook his head, "I'm an actor."

"Then you must be a good actor," the boss praised. "Your paintings are very emotional, and when you act, you must be very emotional."

Yan Qingchi chuckled, "Thank you."

"Wait," Fei Jingyu didn't understand why it suddenly became like this, why did Yan Qingchi chat with the boss?

He couldn't understand a lot of English, but only a few words, so he didn't know what they were talking about. He simply walked up to the boss and asked him, "The two of us, who draws better?"

The boss pointed at Yan Qingchi and said, "Of course it's him, your painting is just okay, but your painting is just a painting, without emotion, without soul, very empty." He looked at Fei Jingyu, "What you painted It's not a scene, it's a man and a woman, it's a person, and people have feelings, so the people you paint also need feelings, and your paintings are too empty."

Fei Jingyu didn't understand, Yan Qingchi looked at him with a confused expression, and translated it for him. Fei Jingyu glanced at him, on the one hand, he was dissatisfied with his pressure on him in this regard, on the other hand, he didn't want to believe it, "I How come the characters have no feelings?"

The boss showed him Yan Qingchi's painting, "Your painting is just two people, and the two people have no emotions of their own. You can't see the mood of the person who confessed, and you can't see the mood of the person who was confessed. You talk about it. Have you ever been in love? Have you ever confessed or been confessed to?"

Yan Qingchi continued to translate, but Fei Jingyu did not speak.

The boss walked over and took his painting, put it together with Yan Qingchi's, and stood in front of him, "Look carefully at the paintings of the two of you, your brushwork is very rough, and the transitions in many places are not natural enough. How can you still make such technical mistakes in elementary school painting? Your entire painting is only a painting, and you can't see what is after the painting. Besides," the boss pointed to the boys and girls on the painting, and said in not fluent Chinese, " The protagonist in your painting has a different face than the protagonist in the painting I gave you."

"Drawing is a process of my own, not a process of imitation. I'm not an imitator, how could it be exactly the same as yours?" Fei Jingyu said.

Yan Qingchi translated the words into English for him and told the boss.

The boss frowned, pointed to Yan Qingchi and asked Fei Jingyu, "But just now he asked me if I want to paint according to the painting, I said yes, you should have heard it, then why not paint according to the rules? Is it right? Because you can't imitate other people's paintings, you can only paint your own? A mature painter should be able to imitate other people's paintings vividly and draw his own original works, right?"

Fei Jingyu was dissatisfied after hearing Yan Qingchi's remarks, "Is that why you think my paintings are inferior to his?"

Yan Qingchi was a little speechless, "Didn't the boss just say it? You have no soul, no emotion, rough brushwork, and unnatural transitions. These are the key points."

"These are all based on the fact that you imitated his figures, and I didn't. If you didn't, would he still think you won?"

Yan Qingchi guessed that if Fei Jingyu didn't draw like him, he would probably come to such a hand, so he helplessly picked up the second painting that was upside down on the table and showed it to Fei Jingyu.

"How do you think my painting compares to yours?"

Fei Jingyu was startled. He looked at the painting in Yan Qingchi's hand and couldn't believe it, "You painted two?"

"Yes, two pictures. I'm afraid that if you don't have my portrait, you will blame the problem on this aspect, so I spent one more."

Fei Jingyu couldn't understand, he didn't have enough time to paint one picture, and finally finished it hastily, how could Yan Qingchi have time to paint two pictures.

"Where did you get the time?"

"It's the same time as you, but I often draw, so I can draw more smoothly than you, and I can draw faster than you." Yan Qingchi looked at him, "Fei Jingyu, I said before in the square. , Everyone's understanding of painting is different, I'm just interested in painting, I just think it's fun, so I will paint from time to time. But for you, it's just a tool you use to win honors in competitions, so you You have bound yourself in it. You haven’t painted for a long time, so after you write, you can’t even guarantee the smoothness of the lines. Is this what you call professionalism?”

He looked at Fei Jingyu's painting and said, "Whether a painting is good or not is not only for experts, but sometimes it is easy for laymen to see, because people's feelings are very direct. With all due respect, a painting like yours will win an award. Not many times, right?"

Fei Jingyu did not speak.

Yan Qingchi smiled, "So I won, I have to leave first.

It's us. "

After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, he turned to look at the boss and asked him, "Can our group leave?"

The boss smiled and said, "Of course you can, you draw very well, this is your task card."

He took out the mission card given to him by the show team from his pocket and handed it to Yan Qingchi.

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen said thank you and left directly.

Fei Jingyu watched the two of them leave, and looked at the boss. The boss was a little dissatisfied with his privately tampering with the appearance of the characters in the painting, and asked him to repaint the appearance of the characters to make them more like them.

Fei Jingyu had no choice but to take back his own painting and repaint it. He is not good at imitating, but he did not expect that Yan Qingchi not only painted a painting imitating the characters painted by the boss in the same time as him, but also painted a new painting. Moreover, the two paintings are higher than their own completion.

Fei Jingyu always felt that he was the best painter among their group. Yan Qingchi said that he was not a professional, so he believed it and felt that Yan Qingchi could not paint better than himself. , but the fact gave him a slap in the face. Holding the pen, he felt ashamed of himself now.

Of course Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, and even after he left, Yan Qingchi didn't take him to heart at all. He is casual and open-minded by nature. If Fei Jingyu hadn't provoked him again and again, Yan Qingchi wouldn't have paid attention to him at all.

He looked at the task card in his hand, pointed to the two items of swimming and gymnastics on it and said, "Let's choose swimming. Your strengths, I am not weak."

"Okay." Jiang Mochen agreed.

The two arrived at the swimming pool according to the route on the task card. Yan Qingchi asked the coach in charge of their assessment, if anyone else had done the task before?

The coach shook his head, Yan Qingchi was a little surprised, and said to Jiang Mochen, "Did you hear that? We may be number one now."

Of course Jiang Mochen heard it, and he even thought that what Yan Qingchi said was probably right. In the first round, only he, Yan Qingchi, Fei Jingyu and Yue Ziming chose to paint, and the others chose to do pottery because they had never learned to paint. Now entering the second round, swimming and gymnastics, he felt that at least a combination of boys would be more inclined to swimming, for no other reason, just because gymnastics was a little unfriendly to boys. But at present, it seems that only one group of them has reached the swimming pool.

Then, it is very likely that everyone else is still doing the first round of tasks and has not had time to get here.

The challenge this time is to swim five laps in a relay between the two within the allotted time. Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen changed into the swimming trunks prepared by their coach, went into the water to warm up, and were ready to start the challenge.

He discussed with Jiang Mochen. Since Jiang Mochen has the advantage in this aspect of the two of them, Jiang Mochen is at the starting point and he is at the end point. Jiang Mochen swims first, then gives him a high five, and he swims again. In this way, Jiang Mochen can swim three times, but he only swims twice, which makes it easier to clear customs.

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Jiang Mochen agreed and asked Yan Qingchi to wait for him at the finish line.

The coach called to start, Jiang Mochen swam out quickly, Yan Qingchi watched his swimming posture in the water, waiting for him to hand over to himself.

Undoubtedly, they cleared the level at one time, and the coach was a little surprised, applauded them, and praised them with "very good, very good".

Yan Qingchi felt that this was mainly due to Jiang Mochen. After all, he really swam too fast. When the last lap was over, there were still nearly two minutes before the specified time.

When they left, they saw Mo Xiaoxiao and Zhang Ningwei running in. Seeing the two of them, they asked in shock, "Have you finished?"

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Come on, there's no one there yet."

Mo Xiaoxiao quickly thanked Zhang Ningwei and ran over.

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen looked at the newly obtained task card and chose to make cakes in the third round of projects.

Jiang Mochen doesn't actually know how to make cakes. He was pregnant in Yanqingchi, and all he learned was hard-core cooking techniques, and he had not yet dabbled in western pastry. But Yan Qingchi said, "I will, I will teach you later."

So the two happily prepared to make a cake for themselves.

The person who was in charge of assessing their project was a fat female teacher in her fifties. The teacher showed them the steps first, and then asked them to make a cake within the specified time. Appearances must be qualified before customs clearance.

Yan Qingchi had made cakes before, but he was very familiar with it. He directed Jiang Mochen while doing his own work. The two of them proceeded in an orderly manner. After Yan Qingchi put the finished cake embryo in the oven and baked it, he and Jiang Mochen decorated the cake with flowers, and asked the teacher to come and check.

The teacher looked at their cake and was very satisfied. He picked up the cake knife on the table and cut a piece, then took a small bite with a fork and put it in his mouth to taste.

"Delicious," she said. "Congratulations, you passed the test. As a reward, this cake belongs to both of you."

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen felt that they were really lucky. The three rounds of missions were all cleared so easily.

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Yan Qingchi was a little happy and looked at Jiang Mochen, "Or should we go back after eating the cake here?"

Jiang Mochen naturally agreed to him.

The teacher brought two cups of black tea to the two of them and let them drink it with the cake.

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen thanked them and drank black tea while eating cake.

Jiang Mochen has never liked sweets, even cakes. After eating a piece, he put down his fork and watched Yan Qingchi eat it.

Looking at it, he couldn't help but smeared the cream on Yan Qingchi's face with his fingers. Yan Qingchi was helpless, "You're doing this trick again!"

"Can't help it."

Yan Qingchi stretched out his hand and wiped it for him, Jiang Mochen was about to fight back, but Yan Qingchi grabbed his hand, "Don't spoil my cake any more."

"It's our cake."

"Then don't waste it."

Jiang Mochen saw that he looked like he was protecting food, so he gave up and wiped his face with his hand, "Little cat."

"You didn't draw it yet."

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"So I want to draw a few more."

"No, you don't want to!"

Jiang Mochen: ...I immediately understood Li Mo's mood at that time.

And Li Mo, who was talked about by him, finally walked into the cake room at this time, ready to take on the challenge of making cakes.

As soon as Li Mo entered the door, she saw the two of them as soon as she turned around. She shouted in surprise, "Brother," without saying a word, and ran over, "Who won?" She asked curiously, "Brother, you won. Is Fei Jingyu?"

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen were stunned by the question she threw when she came up. Later, Yan Qingchi said, "I won. I didn't expect you to care so much."

"Of course I care, I knew you'd win."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "Thank you then."

"You're welcome, brother, have you finished?"

Yan Qingchi nodded and pointed to the cake on the table, "This is our result."

"Why are you two so fast? It's estimated that you will be the first again this time. Then I won't tell you, I have to do the task as soon as possible, bye."

"Okay, cheer up!"

"Yeah," Li Mo said with a smile, "I only did cake baking with my classmates last year. It's not difficult for me, don't worry."

After she finished speaking, she ran away instantly. Yan Qingchi watched Li Mo leave and Jiang Mochen, "Let's go too."

"What about the cake?"

"Ask the teacher if you can pack it."

Jiang Mochen asked the teacher and got a positive answer. He said goodbye to Li Bozhong and Li Mo's father and daughter with the packaged cake, and prepared to go to Uncle John's pizza shop with Yan Qingchi.

"Target pizza shop, rush the duck!" Yan Qingchi pulled Jiang Mochen and ran forward quickly.

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