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"Wanwan, sit a little longer!"

"Let's do it a little longer!" Lin Zhou said. There was still some time left, that was enough!

Bai Wanwan tilted her head and looked at Lin Zhou, the ahoge on her head swaying slightly, seemingly not understanding why he suddenly became so confident again.

"Isn't it... already finished?"

"No, no, no, that was just a warm-up," Lin Zhou said.

Anyway, I get it!

Although Bai Wanwan was a little confused, she obediently sat back down, turned her body slightly to the side as Lin Zhou asked, and placed her hands naturally on her lap.

"Raise your chin a little, but not too much."

Bai Wanwan raised her chin.

"It's too high, it feels like it's looking down on me... Hmm, it's fine too." After saying that, Lin Zhou took out his phone, took a picture, and continued, "Lower it a bit."

Bai Wanwan lowered her head again.

"You don't need to lower yourself so much. It looks like you're preparing to accept criticism. Wanwan, your legs are so thin and white..."

Bai Wanwan: "..."

Are you sick?

Why is drawing a person so complicated?

Lin Zhou, bad.

Lin Zhou adjusted her posture, then looked at her expressionless face. "Smile."

"Won't."

"Just smile a little."

Bai Wanwan was silent for a few seconds, then her lips curled up stiffly.

"Yes." Lin Zhou lowered his head and sharpened his pencil. Sunlight fell on his profile, and the black hair on his forehead partially covered his eyes. His expression was unusually serious.

The Lin Zhou of the past would never have sat so quietly in front of her, much less offer to draw her portrait.

It was clearly just a very ordinary little thing.

Bai Wanwan's lips involuntarily curled up slightly.

She subconsciously tried to suppress her smile, but Lin Zhou had already lowered his head, the pencil falling on the paper with a continuous and clear rustling sound.

"Yes, that's it, that's it!"

"Inspiration! Inspiration is coming!"

"Hehehehehe, towa!!!!!!!!!"

Bai Wanwan: "..."

Lin Zhou went berserk.

Lin Zhou's pen-holding posture didn't change much, but every line seemed to know in advance where it should land, without hesitation or repeated corrections.

He first outlined the overall shape of the figure and determined the position of the facial features, and then used lines of varying weight to represent light and shadow.

Lin Zhou drew more and more smoothly and faster!

So this is what it feels like to draw!

What the eyes see, the hand can perfectly capture on paper; even the subtle changes in light falling on hair can be expressed through lines.

Getting excited!

Is this what it means to master basic drawing?

Paint, I need paint!

Bai Wanwan, who was sitting opposite, gradually realized that something was wrong.

Lin Zhou's expression became extremely focused, his gaze shifting back and forth between her and the drawing paper. His eyes, hidden by her black hair, seemed to be able to see every detail on her face.

The feeling of being intently watched by Lin Zhou caused Bai Wanwan's relaxed body to gradually tense up, and a faint blush appeared around her ears.

This feeling is so strange, it's like I've been seen naked.

"Lin Zhou, is it ready yet?" Bai Wanwan asked.

"Hang in there! It'll be out soon!"

"oh……?"

Bai Wanwan calmed down again, although she felt that Lin Zhou's words were strange.

But she liked the feeling.

Although she was just a painting model, it was as if Lin Zhou's vision was limited to himself, and the teachers and classmates around him were isolated in another world.

However, the commotion they made quickly attracted the attention of nearby students.

At first, the boy behind Lin Zhou just glanced at it casually, wanting to see what kind of abstract creature he had drawn. But when he saw it, he was completely stunned.

Holy crap.

"Keep your voice down," the person next to me asked. "What did you see?"

"I might not be fully awake."

"What is it?"

The man leaned over for a look, then fell silent.

The two were silent for a few seconds, rubbed their eyes at the same time, and then looked at the drawing paper in front of Lin Zhou again.

The girl in the picture is slightly turned to the side, her hands are quietly folded together, and behind her is the classroom window view blurred by sunlight.

She seemed to be smiling.

Upon closer inspection, however, that smile seemed to have never appeared before; only her eyes were gentler than usual, making one wonder what she was looking at.

This is--

[Bai Wanwan's smile!]

"Lin Zhou, when did you learn to draw?" a classmate asked. "Really? You're really good at it?"

As soon as a voice rang out, many students around looked over.

Lin Zhou didn't look up, but continued working on the details of his hair and clothes. "I just learned it."

"Huh? Just now?"

"Yes, I suddenly realized something." Lin Zhou nodded.

"Damn, I asked you when you learned it, and you said you figured it out."

"You wouldn't understand the things artists do."

Lin Zhou spoke with absolute certainty.

More and more people gathered around, and soon they surrounded the easel. Even other students who were painting put down what they were doing and craned their necks to look in their direction.

"It really looks like it."

"Bai Wanwan can smile after all?"

"That smile looks kind of familiar?"

"Mona Lisa!"

"What Mona Lisa? This is the White Mona Lisa."

"Your name is so corny."

"Is her name Mona Wanwan?"

"It looks even more outdated."

As Bai Wanwan listened to the discussions around her, her ears grew increasingly red, and the slight smile on her lips disappeared.

She began to regret it.

Why are so many people coming to see this?

This was clearly drawn by Lin Zhou for himself, and what exactly did Lin Zhou draw?

"What are you all doing gathered there?"

The art teacher noticed the commotion at the back of the classroom, put down her textbook and walked over. She originally wanted the students who were watching to return to their seats, but when her eyes fell on the drawing paper, she stopped in her tracks.

The art teacher stared at the painting for a while, then looked at the abstract painting next to it with a crooked face and slanted hands, and his expression gradually became strange.

Ok?

Were these two paintings done by the same person?

"Lin Zhou, when did you learn all this?" The art teacher had known Lin Zhou since elementary school and was quite familiar with Lin Zhou's skill level.

【Hey Lin Zhou, why did you hand in a blank paper? Where's your drawing?】

Teacher, my topic is snowflakes in winter.

Where are the snowflakes?

It's summer now, everything's melted, so there's nothing there.

The art teacher was quite aware of Lin Zhou's skill level, and painting is not something that can be mastered overnight.

Could it be...

Was it really a sudden enlightenment?

The art teacher felt that there were some lines and color blocks that even she couldn't draw so well, like a student who scored 30 points in the class suddenly becoming the top science student.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"Lin Zhou, you... you've been reborn?" the art teacher asked.

Lin Zhou: "?"

Would you rather believe I was reborn than believe I had an epiphany? Hachi-shi.