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"Teacher, have you been reading too many reincarnation novels lately?" Lin Zhou couldn't help but ask. "Why would a normal person suddenly ask such a question?"

The art teacher didn't answer, but stared at the painting in front of Lin Zhou for a while, then dragged a chair over from the side and sat directly opposite him.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you try it."

The art teacher placed her right hand on the table, her fingers slightly bent, a small piece of white chalk held between her index finger and thumb. "What's this?"

"You, with your orchid-like fingers!"

"Go, draw my hand, five minutes."

The students who were about to disperse stopped again, and some even moved their stools closer to see if Lin Zhou had suddenly unleashed his full power or had been holding back beforehand.

A significant number of students believe that Lin Zhou's painting was printed.

It's all fake!

Lin Zhou looked down and said, "Teacher, being an artist is very difficult."

"Didn't you just say you had an epiphany?" the art teacher asked, looking at him. "Would someone who has truly had an epiphany be afraid to draw a hand?"

"I'm just afraid that if I draw too well, it will affect the teacher's judgment."

"Enough talk, let's begin."

Lin Zhou picked up the pencil, his previously casual expression gradually calming down, and his gaze fell on the art teacher's right hand.

The direction of the palm, the length of the fingers, the joints, and the faintly protruding bone structure under the skin were clearly presented in his line of sight.

That's right, that's it!

I understand!

Painting skills suddenly came to the fore!

The pencil fell on the paper, and a few light lines quickly determined the direction of the palm, followed by the positions of the fingers, knuckles, and chalk.

The art teacher was initially observing Lin Zhou's expression, but gradually, his gaze also involuntarily fell on the drawing paper.

Not only was there no need for repeated erasing, but it also didn't require trial and error with each finger individually.

With each stroke of Lin Zhou's brush, it was as if he already knew where to draw it.

The noise in the classroom grew softer and softer.

The boy standing behind wanted to say something, but was nudged by the elbow of the person next to him, so he had to swallow his words back.

Before five minutes had even passed, Lin Zhou stopped using his pencil and slightly turned the drawing paper around.

"alright."

The right hand on the drawing paper is slightly bent, with the index finger and thumb pinching the chalk, and the knuckles on the back of the hand protruding slightly due to the force.

The light from outside the window fell from the side, leaving a few natural shadows between the fingers. Even the faint old scar near the art teacher's thumb was accurately drawn.

The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds.

Holy crap.

It's unclear who spoke first, but a hushed murmur immediately filled the classroom.

"Did he really just draw this?"

"I've been watching him the whole time. Who else could it be but him?"

"No, why is the hand he drew a hand, while the hand I drew looks like five radishes?"

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I thought you were drawing Ryoko."

"roll."

The art teacher glanced at the hand Lin Zhou had drawn, then looked back at the abstract painting next to it with its crooked face and slanted hand, and at Bai Wanwan's smile. The expression on her face gradually became more complicated.

No, is this really drawn by the same person?

"How about it?" Lin Zhou put down his pencil. "Do you believe I've had an epiphany now?"

"Did you secretly learn it before?" The art teacher was still somewhat suspicious.

"No." Lin Zhou shook his head. "Teacher, you should know very well my previous artistic level."

The art teacher certainly knew.

When Lin Zhou was in elementary school, his teacher asked him to draw winter. He handed in a blank sheet of paper and said that the snow had melted in the summer.

"Could it be that someone can suddenly have an epiphany?" The art teacher's resolve was somewhat shattered.

Why can't I be the one who gets enlightened?

Am I not the main character?

I even found a beautiful girl on a rainy day; I'm clearly the main character!

Composing herself, the art teacher picked up the painting "Bai Wanwan's Smile" again and observed it carefully for a while.

"Although some details are not yet fully developed, the character structure, lighting, and emotions are handled very well, which is beyond the level that an ordinary student could achieve."

"Perfect timing, after the school's 90th anniversary celebration, we will be holding a joint painting competition with several other colleges."

"A drawing competition?" Lin Zhou was taken aback, suddenly realizing what he was saying.

"Um."

The art teacher placed the notice on the table: "Each school will select several groups of students to participate, two people per group, who will need to work together to complete a piece of artwork within the specified time."

"I happen to have a spot available, you can go and participate."

"No!" Lin Zhou resolutely refused.

What a joke! Although he has achieved a basic level of drawing proficiency, he has no intention of participating in any competitions, since he has little interest in drawing.

A notebook featuring Bai Wanwan is worth considering.

"Alright, the prize money wasn't bad to begin with, at least 30,000." The art teacher had no choice but to say this after seeing Lin Zhou decisively shake his head.

To seize the young?

"Teacher," Lin Zhou immediately sat up straighter, "I feel that as a member of Yinshan Academy, it is my duty to strive for honor for the academy."

The art teacher glanced at him. "Not because of the bonus?"

"How could that be?" Lin Zhou asked seriously. "Money would only tarnish my pursuit of art."

"..."

The art teacher didn't waste any more words with him, but turned to look at Bai Wanwan sitting opposite him, "Bai Wanwan, you'll be in a group with Lin Zhou."

Bai Wanwan paused for a moment, then spoke softly, "Me?"

"Um."

The art teacher nodded. "This competition is a collaborative creation. Your foundation is quite solid, so the two of you can work together perfectly."

Bai Wanwan did not agree immediately, but turned her face to look at Lin Zhou sitting next to her.

Lin Zhou was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Lin Zhou spoke first, "Wanwan, are you participating?"

"You want to participate?" Bai Wanwan asked in return.

"Of course," Lin Zhou added, "It's mainly for the honor of the academy."

Bai Wanwan knew, of course, that Lin Zhou only cared about money, but... if the two of them participated together, they would have more time alone. She was silent for a moment, then nodded gently, "Then let's participate."

This is a sacred time for the two of them to be alone, and those guys who can't draw, like Luo Xiaoke, are not allowed to come and ruin it.

Even if Luo Xiaoke is naturally clueless, she knows when not to bother people, right?

Lin Zhou was just about to check if there were any other prizes in the competition when his phone suddenly vibrated a few times in his pocket—

A familiar vibration.

Lin Zhou paused for a moment, and taking advantage of the fact that no one around him was paying attention, he took his phone out of his pocket.

There are new tasks in Bai Wanwan's interface.

[Limited-time task: Participate in a painting competition with Bai Wanwan and achieve a ranking]

Rewards: Rewards will be given based on ranking, with a minimum of 1 random attribute point and a chance to draw skills.

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