Chapter 226 Sketch

Slowly walked to her seat. Lan Muxi had not yet arrived at school. Ye Bihuang took out her political history notebook from her backpack, browsed it one by one, and copied all the knowledge in the history notebook into her mind by the way.

After copying, Ye Bihuang directly opened the "Painting Master" skill,

He recalled the appearance of Xia Na holding Ye Zi in her arms and casually pulled out a pencil to draw a picture. The picture was lifelike, almost like a photo.

If Ye Bihuang hadn't deliberately painted it rougher, it would have almost made people think that this was a black-and-white photo,

Ye Bihuang finally wiped it with an eraser and post-processing to make it more like a sketch rather than a photo,

Looking back, I saw Shana hooking her head, holding a pen in her hand, and notes on the table, but her eyes were confused and didn't know what she was thinking.

The corners of his mouth are upturned. He must be thinking about the ** in the morning, hey hey,

"Nana." It's still early, and there is almost no one in the class. After the two of them went to school, they were the first to enter the class almost every day.

"Yes." When Xia Na heard Ye Bihuang calling her, she immediately trembled slightly. Then she raised her head and stared at Ye Bihuang doubtfully.

Ye Bihuang stretched out his hand to raise the sketch just drawn on the table and said with a smile, "Nana, is the painting good?"

Xia Na's eyes swept to the sketch paper, and her confused eyes became sober and surprised in an instant. She covered her mouth and said in surprise, "Brother Bihuang, did you draw this? It's so beautiful."

The picture shows that Shana is fresh and lovely, and the cute image of the kitten Xiaozi is very bright. The quality of this painting is absolutely comparable to the paintings carefully made by some comic masters.

As soon as Xia Na stretched out her hand to take it, an idea suddenly flashed in Ye Bihuang's mind. The hand holding the painting shrank back, and then smiled and said, "Nana, wait a moment. There is still room for processing this painting. I still need to draw it. Wait a minute." With that, Ye Bihuang stood up and walked out of the classroom in the second class of the third and second class of junior high school with a sketch.

Xia Na looked at Ye Bihuang's departure, and her eyes were full of little stars. Since the last Ye Bihuang's rescue incident, he has really become a well-known celebrity in the school. In addition, he refused the monthly salary of 5,000 yuan that time, he covered up a mysterious veil in everyone's hearts.

A new generation of campus stars, a new generation of school hunks, a new generation of basketball geniuses,

These are all titles given to him by outsiders,

But today she found that his mystery was far more than that. His painting skills were so strong that he had never been exposed in front of people. Does he have any other skills? Xia Na's two little hands against her chin, with autumn water in her eyes, hanging down,

Ye Bihuang walked out of the classroom because he suddenly remembered that he also had a "optimization master" skill that had never been used.

Since Ye Zi got the ability of "physicalization", the two of them had a lot of fun. They ignored the skills of the optimization master in their intuition, and Ye Zi did not remind them,

He is going to try the function of this skill today. According to the literal meaning, the meaning of "optimization" can be interpreted as "removing its dross and taking its essence" in order to be better.

Ye Bihuang held the painting in his hand and silently opened the "Optimization Master" in his heart. In an instant, a target option appeared in front of him.

He selects the sketch in his hand to determine the optimization,

In an instant, a progress bar advances from zero to 100%, and the whole time does not exceed one second,

"Optimized." This is a hint of the system. Ye Bihuang raised his hand and was stunned. This painting was originally a little dark. Although the brushwork is extremely good, it is between black and white and sketch on the color quality.

After this optimization, it is indeed a complete sketch, but it is more than that,

On top of this picture, there is a slight movement, which makes the viewer can't help but immerse themselves in it. The slight clear sunshine seems to be sprinkled on the girl's shoulder, on the head of this cute cat,

The smile on the girl's face exudes inexplicable and touching beauty like Jianlan. The kitten's eyes seem to have aura, bright and cute,

"It's too strong." Ye Bihuang couldn't help admiring that this optimization function was too powerful. He never thought that he could have this ability one day. Fortunately, he installed an optimization master on the computer in his last life, otherwise he would not get this ability in his life.

Ye Bihuang sorted out his clothes and expressions, calmed down his excitement, and quickly walked to the classroom,

"Dangdang Dangdang" Ye Bihuang reached out and handed the comic from Xia Na. Xia Na had been waiting for this moment for a long time and took over the comic. When she first saw the comic, she fell deeply in love with it.

"Brother Bihuang, did you really draw this? It's so beautiful. It's so beautiful." When Xia Na looked at the comics again, she found that there was a big difference, especially the sunshine, which was like life. She looked at the comics, as if she was in it. She was the girl. She saw the sunshine jumping on her shoulders, and there was a beautiful and cute kitten in her arms.

"I drew it, hehe." Ye Bihuang is a little embarrassed. These are all drawn by him with the help of painting software, and they are not real skills.

But it belongs to his innate skill, and no one can take it away.

Xia Na just wanted to stand up and jump into Ye Bihuang's arms to act coquettishly. This painting is so beautiful that it is beyond her imagination. However, this is inside the class. Think about it, forget it.

"Brother Bihuang, your painting skills are great. You can be a master of painting."

Ye Bihuang smiled and stopped talking, but he thought that his skill was originally called a "painting master", but this was just an amateur. I didn't think about making money at all,

An idea suddenly flashed in Ye Bihuang's mind. If he is a master of a certain kind of art like Lang Lang in later generations, then what he writes and draws can be bought for millions of yuan casually, what else can he do?

Thinking of this, Ye Bihuang's heart was full of fire. He had to consider this question. If it is feasible, he would participate in some competition and slowly become famous.

Didn't Sanmao say that you should become famous as soon as possible,

I was thinking about it when my shoulder suddenly sank,

A cat call awakened Ye Bihuang from YY. It turned out that Ye Zi was on his shoulder,

Looking back, it's Lan Muxi,

"My deskmate, good morning."

"Early." Lan Muxi glanced at it, and suddenly stared at the picture in Shana's hand in her smiling eyes.

"Shana, the picture in your hand is so beautiful." Lan Muxi couldn't help staring at the painting, but he didn't look out for a long time.

After watching for a long time, Xia Na suddenly heard Lan Muxi talking. She immediately turned her head and smiled and said sweetly, "Yes, Bihuang drew it for me. It's so beautiful. I can't help praising him."

Lan Muxi was slightly shocked, and then the expression with a smile on his face disappeared in an instant. The corners of his mouth barely raised and said, "Is it really you drew it, deskmate?"

Ye Bihuang nodded slightly to show his approval,

"The painting is great." Lan Muxi gently crossed Ye Bihuang, sat in his seat, and put his schoolbag on the table. Ye Bihuang seemed to smell a slight sour taste from her light tone. He smiled and sat in his seat.

"Old deskmate, put away the painting, don't let others see it, and don't say that I drew it." Ye Bihuang turned his head and said to Xia Na,

"Oh, I know." Shana took a look nostalgicly, and then carefully clipped the painting into her textbook,

"My deskmate, you are good at painting. When did you start practicing?" Lan Muxi's originally cold smiling face suddenly filled with a smile and asked Ye Bihuang,

Ye Bihuang scratched his head and said, "Hehe, when I was a child, I liked to draw with pencils. Later, I found that the painting was quite similar, so I practiced occasionally."

"Practice occasionally." Lan Muxi was very surprised. He gently covered his red lips and widened his eyes.

"Well, it's like this"

"Xiao Zi, I've been here, hee hee." Xia Na stood up and held the little Zi on Ye Bihuang's shoulder in her arms. Ye Zi left Ye Bihuang for one night yesterday. She was very uncomfortable and uncomfortable. As soon as she returned to Ye Bihuang, she was taken away by Xia Na. Naturally, she was full of unhappiness.

"Meow Meow" (Let go of me, let me go, I know you are my master's girlfriend, but you can't do this to me, can you?) Ye Zi meow in the depths heart, but she herself is a cat body. She is not as strong as Xia Na. In the end, she lies obediently in Xia Na's arms and looked at her eyes. That's called a tear. Eye ripples,

Ye Bihuang naturally heard Ye Zi's mood, but it doesn't matter. Xia Na is not an outsider. What if she hugs her?

When Lan Muxi saw the cheerful performance of Xia Na playing with Ye Zi, he remembered the painting again, so he said, "My deskmate, I apologize for taking Ye Zi away yesterday."

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "I've been angry for a long time. It doesn't matter."

Lan Muxi said again, "Since you don't blame me, can you draw a picture for me? I also want the kind of painting in Xia Na's hand."

"This" Ye Bihuang laughed dryly, and there was suddenly no sound on Shana's side. Look at Ye Bihuang's performance,

"What, can't it?" Lan Muxi pouted and was obviously a little unhappy.

"All right, all right, why not? I'll draw it for you right away." Seeing that the young lady in front of him was angry, Ye Bihuang gritted her teeth and agreed. Maybe she would accept Nana's interrogation after school, but hey hey, in the face of her doubts, I can also impose punishment, hey,

Ye Bihuang smiled in his heart, tore off a neat white paper from the exercise book, picked up the pencil and drew it,

Because Lan Muxi couldn't take his eyes off him, Ye Bihuang didn't dare to speed up, so he could only sketch slowly one by one. Not to mention that when he drew slowly, Ye Bihuang really had a feeling that he was a master of painting, and his painting skills slowly came to his mind.

It seems that he was born with these abilities,