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Chapter 95 She Can't Draw Such a Picture at All!

In the office of the Fine Arts Department of Yunshang College.

The national art competition was being played on the computer. Professor Yuan took a sip of tea and nodded with satisfaction.

When he saw that "Back View" appeared, he showed a satisfied smile on the way.

But immediately, another painting appeared in the frame.

The host's voice continued.

"We can see that this painting is very unique. It is very eye-catching at first glance. It is a black panther..."

"It's worth mentioning that the author of the painting "Night" is very young. I heard that he is only a freshman in freshman year."

"And the most coincidental thing is that the authors of the only two or two advanced oil paintings this time turned out to be a pair of teachers and students! They come from the same school!"

"I don't know this time, is it Mi Xiaqing who came out of the blue, or Professor Yuan's sword is still young?"

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Professor Yuan saw the oil painting in the picture, boom!With a bang, the water glass was smashed on the ground!
"What is green out of blue? Nonsense!"

His face was very ugly, he stood up suddenly in anger, and slapped his palm on the table!
In the picture, Misha's "Night" still stays in the camera.

The style of the whole painting is rather dark, and at a glance, you can see a beautiful sea of ​​stars.

In the dark night sky, white stars twinkle.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that this starlight is different.

In other oil paintings, the stars are painted with oil paint.

But in this painting, the starlight in the dark night sky is not oil paint, but the color of the canvas!
The interlaced lines on the canvas make the stars seem to be twinkling at any time.

And under that piece of starlight, there is a huge rock, on which a huge black panther rests.

The black fur seemed to be shining with a faint blue light, and the hairs were distinct.

The long black tail hangs down on the side of the stone, and it looks down slightly, as if it will wake up in the next second.

Strong posture, streamlined body, even through the canvas, you can imagine the undulating muscles.

Professor Yuan stared at the painting, unexpectedly, Mi Xia could draw a new one!
He clenched his fists.

Just then, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

He turned his head, took a deep breath, and adjusted the expression on his face.

"Hey?"

A woman's voice came on the phone.

"Professor Yuan, hello, I'm Millie from the Business School, I have something to ask you."

Millie?

Isn't that Misha's sister?
"Is there a problem?"

"Professor Yuan, Misha's painting entered the final of the competition, but as far as I know, her painting will be destroyed the day before the competition, and she said that she repainted a new one overnight."

Did Misha draw it overnight?

Professor Yuan's face turned black, like the bottom of a pot.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Millie smiled.

"We all suspect that this painting was not drawn by Misha at all. She secretly bought someone else's painting for the competition. What do you think?"

Professor Yuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"I'm Misha's teacher, of course I know Misha's level."

He paused, and glanced at Misha's drawing on the computer.

"It's impossible for her to be so good at her level. Let alone a night, even a year, Misha can't draw such a picture at all."

Millie's voice suddenly rose, and she said happily: "That is to say, it is impossible for her to draw this painting at all?"

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Professor Yuan glanced at the report on the computer again, and snorted coldly.

"See how you fight with me!"

He reached out and turned off the computer directly.

(End of this chapter)