Monster Catching Daddy

Chapter 241 To Be No.1

The little girl was very excited. The picture she drew today was once again recognized by everyone.

She didn't know what was going on with the picture she drew last time. She obviously thought the painting was very good, and she was obviously looking forward to that scene, but in the end her father didn't seem to like it very much.

Although Shen Chong tried his best to hide his embarrassment at the time, in the end, he still left a not-so-good impression in Xinxin's heart.

But this time was different, Xinxin accurately captured Shen Chong's pride and joy from the heart when he saw the painting.

This shows that Dad really likes this fruit watercolor painting.

Just now, Aunt Jiang and Mr. Chuuxue had already praised her, and her father had also praised her. Now, the only thing left to do is to praise her mother. When all the praises are collected, a happy family trip can be summoned.

So now she runs so fast and so cheerfully that Shen Chong, who is standing behind watching, has his eyelids twitching.

He hurriedly chased it out, "Xinxin, run slowly! Don't fall!"

As soon as Shen Chong finished speaking, Xin Xin, whose picture frame covered half of her vision, tripped over the coffee table, and then slapped it on the living room floor, making herself ache seeing Shen Chong chasing after her.

The painting in Xinxin's hand was thrown far along the wooden floor of the living room. She threw herself on the ground in all directions, not knowing if she hit her nose.

Shen Chong hurried forward, subconsciously wanting to stretch out his hands to catch someone.

But he got half of his right hand, and before he took it out of his trouser pocket, he woke up suddenly, and then squatted down awkwardly, holding Xinxin from his armpit with his left hand.

Xinxin, who didn't cry when she got an injection, actually cried aloud.

"My painting! My painting... broke!"

Xinxin reluctantly got up, hung her body on Shen Chong's left hand, rubbed her eyes, and pointed to the painting that fell in the distance.

Shen Chong wanted to pick up the paintings again, but couldn't let go, so his head grew dizzy.

Lin Zhishu walked in quickly from the door, first bent down to pick up the painting on the ground, then walked closer, bent down again, and gently stroked Xinxin's head with his hand.

"Look, Xinxin, the painting isn't broken, it's fine. Where did it fall? Does it hurt?"

As he said that, Lao Lin glared at Shen Chong lightly again, to the effect that he was blaming him as a father for not knowing how to help Xinxin up.

Shen Chong raised his head and glanced at it, his gaze was so unstoppable that he looked inside along the neckline of Lao Lin who was bending over.

Such a beautiful shape!

That touch of sky blue...

He froze instantly.

I definitely didn't mean to!

It was you who took the initiative to come here, you are framing me!
Seeing that Shen Chong was still in a daze, Lin Zhishu didn't know that Fu Xinxin got up, he was puzzled at first, then he buried his head to look at his chest, and exclaimed in a low voice.

Jiang Yu, who was next to her, seemed to be moving. She wiped her from the side, gently hugged Xinxin and let her sit on the coffee table, and then carefully picked up her trouser legs.

Fortunately, Xinxin's left knee was slightly red, but the skin was not broken, but it also made Shen Chong's heart ache.

He decisively turned his head towards Xinxin, and asked in a low voice, "Xinxin, where does it hurt?"

With red eyes, Xin Xin pointed to the red left knee first, then shook her head, "No more, only here."

She immediately looked up at the painting in Lin Zhishu's hand.

Lin Zhishu put his hand on his neckline calmly, glared at Shen Chong, and showed Xinxin her painting again.

Now Xinxin feels at ease, and it is indeed not bad.

"Mom, do I draw well?"

Xinxin asked again in a trembling voice.

Lin Zhishu turned over the painting, and this time he looked at it seriously, his eyes lit up.

The color matching is layered and precise.

The shiny wine-red apples, the deep purple misty grapes, and the sun-gold bananas, each fruit looks so lifelike, as if it is about to fall off the drawing paper.

beautiful.

"Xinxin, did you draw it yourself or did the teacher help you draw it?"

Even Lin Zhishu, who has always been aware of Xinxin's talent, is a little skeptical.

Xinxin pouted, feeling unhappy, as mother always does.

Jiang Yu defended Xinxin from the side, "Teacher Fuxue was only giving verbal guidance in the back, and 90.00% of this painting was drawn by Xinxin herself."

Lin Zhishu was completely satisfied now.

It had to be admitted that Feng Chuixue's guidance was very effective.

Even though this is only the second time teaching a class, it can be clearly seen that Xinxin's state is different from that when Teacher Qin was teaching.

Teacher Qin's level is also very high, but the teaching method is actually somewhat scientific and dogmatic.

Lin Zhishu has never attended Feng Chuixue's specific teaching process, but judging from this finished product, she is very satisfied. The simple still life picture reveals an overwhelming spirituality.

For a child of Xinxin's age to learn to draw, the basic skills are very important, but how to stimulate her inspiration more strongly is more important.

Teacher Qin, who focuses on basic skills, laid a solid foundation for Xinxin, and teacher Feng Chuixue, who can ignite inspiration, took over, which perfectly complemented each other.

Shen Chong did find a good teacher.

It seems that I think too much, when can I get rid of my bad habits?
He's actually kind of interested in me.

Lao Lin thought about it silently, feeling that his chest was inexplicably hot.

This guy's eyes are so poisonous, my collar is so high, his thieves eyes can sneak in.

This color embryo!

Wait, this guy's hand!

Lin Zhishu suddenly stared at Shen Chong's right hand hidden in his trouser pocket, his eyes were hot and scorching, full of probing.

"What happened to your hand?"

She asked straight to the point.

Shen Chong's heart skipped a beat and he secretly exclaimed that it's not good, it's not good, it's a mistake!
My right hand was noticed.

I showed too much just now!
"No! Nothing!"

In a panic, Shen Chong took out an argument so pale that he himself would not be fooled, and quietly walked towards the door.

At this time, his laptop was placed in the gazebo in the courtyard outside, and he planned to take the computer and run away.

How keen Lin Zhishu was, he found out that he was not in the right state on the spot.

But she was too sure about her identity, so it was not easy to forcefully grab Shen Chong's hand.

Shen Chong brushed past her, suddenly remembered that the computer bag was still in the studio, and turned back again.

Lin Zhishu frowned tightly, of course she could see that Shen Chong was covering up something.

Jiang Yu lowered his voice and said, "It seems that there is something wrong with Shen Chong's right hand. I haven't seen him take it out today."

"injured?"

Lin Zhishu talked to himself, but subconsciously shook his head, "If you get injured, you can't keep putting it in your trouser pocket."

Jiang Yu nodded, "That's right, what happened to him?"

Lin Zhishu said: "I'll go ask him, Sister Jiang, please help Xinxin take some medicine."

Lao Lin was about to leave, but Xin Xin grabbed the hem of his clothes, "Mom, take a look at my paintings again, I really draw seriously."

Lin Zhishu paused, thinking that he was here anyway, so he couldn't hide, and it would be the same when he came out to ask again, so he simply sat down next to Xinxin.

If Shen Chong, who just walked into the studio, knew about the scene outside, he would definitely give Xinxin 72 likes.

The little padded jacket is doing beautifully!
Feng Chuixue, who was packing brushes and paints in the studio, saw Shen Chong walking in with a panicked expression, and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Shen?"

Shen Chong grabbed the computer bag, lowered his voice and said angrily: "The child's mother has noticed something strange on my hand, and it depends on my hand. If they find out that it is a prosthetic limb, wouldn't this matter be pure nonsense?"

"ah!"

Feng Chuixue covered her mouth, she had seen the way of killing monsters and talking, and instantly understood Shen Chong's fear.

Seeing that Shen Chong was about to leave, Feng Chuixue's eyes lit up suddenly, and he grabbed the paintbrush in his hand that hadn't had time to wash off the khaki paint, "Mr. Shen, don't worry, I have a way to help you dispel Mr. Lin's doubts."

Shen Chong understood her movements instantly.

"Can it work?"

Feng Chuuxue nodded, "I'm confident! After you go out, you can fool around first, and then take out your hand to say hello after you get some distance away. It should be useful."

"Time is tight, so hurry up."

Shen Chong quickly pulled out his prosthetic leg and placed it in front of Feng Chuuxue.

Sister Fuxue took a deep breath, her eyes were concentrated, and her awe-inspiring aura emerged spontaneously.

It is said that men are the most handsome when they are doing things seriously, but in fact women are not too shy, especially talented people who show their abilities in the field they are best at.

At this time, Feng Chuixue seemed to be emitting dazzling light, and the colored pen in her hand was waving even more dazzlingly.

She did not recolor the color, but started with the remaining paint on the brush in her hand, and a small piece of the previously prepared watercolor in the other painting tray, tapped it from time to time, and then continued to paint the palm and back of the prosthetic limb.

One minute later, Feng Chuixue wiped off his sweat, "It's done."

Shen Chong looked down, "Amazing!"

In such a short amount of time, under such harsh creative conditions, and with almost no gaps in conception, she was able to draw such astonishing effects as soon as she picked up the pen.

Even though the prosthetic limb was in front of him at such a short distance, Shen Chong was still almost concealed by the almost fake effect in front of him.

The previous silicone feel is gone, and this has become a more realistic hand.

She showed her realistic 3D painting skills to the extreme, creating perfect light, shadow and detail effects.

"Later, you can find an angle so that the palm of your hand is at a [-]-degree oblique angle to Mr. Lin, so that it looks the most realistic. As for the distance, it is best to be more than three meters away. Unless Mr. Lin is also a top painter, there is no reason to hide it. But her."

Feng Chuixue instructed that she had absolute confidence.

Shen Chong nodded and clicked his tongue again and again, "It's amazing, you are more powerful than I imagined, such a short time, so little paint, just a few strokes. You are not a psychic, this world really can't understand. "

He really wasn't bragging about it, Feng Chuixue's impromptu display of skills was far superior to the so-called 3D painting masters that Shen Chong had seen in those videos in his previous life.

But he immediately felt relieved that the level of literature and art in this world already exceeded the standard, and now Feng Chuixue is one of the best, and he should be so good.

"Okay, okay, you go out quickly."

Feng Chuixue urged.

Shen Chong nodded, and breathed heavily on the prosthetic claws.

"Don't blow it, this is quick-drying paint, and I paint very lightly, you can dry it in two steps."

Shen Chong hummed, holding the computer bag in his left hand, and was about to leave, but had an idea, first forcibly moved the five fingers of the prosthetic limb, and only straightened the index finger, making a gesture of making a number one.

Then he grabbed Xinxin's rubber eraser next to him, broke off a small piece with a diameter of one millimeter, and stuffed it through the seam of the prosthetic limb, and the little hand inside grabbed it.

He hid his right hand behind his back and walked quickly back to the living room.

Seeing him coming out, Lin Zhishu got up and wanted to ask again, "Shen Chong..."

But Shen Chong avoided Lao Lin like a light wind and lightning, and wiped out of the living room.

Lin Zhishu chased him out, and Shen Chong, who was about to turn around and cheat, turned pale with shock.

I'll go, what kind of hatred, what kind of resentment.

Mr. Lin, how about your demeanor?

I flash again!
He didn't look flustered, but he walked to the gazebo very quickly, grabbed the computer with his left hand, turned to look at Lin Zhishu, and said calmly, "My hands are fine, so don't worry too much. By the way, there is one more thing, I have a business trip for a week, and I won’t be back until next week.”

After finishing speaking, he raised his right hand, which was exactly the gesture he made when he made the number one just now.

Lin Zhishu's gaze was immediately placed on his right hand.

"Oh no, maybe two weeks."

Shen Chong changed his words again.

At the same time, his little hand hidden in the hollow prosthetic suddenly popped out the rubber sassafras with his fingertips, and the rubber sassafras shot out, just hitting the bent middle finger of the prosthetic.

Ever since, the number he compared became two.

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Zhishu Lin to answer, turned around decisively, hid his right hand in front of him and trotted all the way, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a long time, when he returned to the grove and put his prosthetic back into place again, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow and let out a sigh of relief.

I don't believe that this can't be hidden from Lao Lin!

It's really exciting to run after you're done.

At this moment, his mobile phone rang, and he picked it up with some difficulty to check, it was the voice from Lin Zhishu's WeChat.

Turn on voice.

Xinxin's crisp voice came from inside.

"Dad, you have to work hard on a business trip! Work hard! Be No.1!"

Shen Chong replied with a smile, "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)