Extraordinary Girl
The trash painting is perfect
Aoli had just gone to the bathroom, entered and looked at the painting painted by Serra, she suddenly sneered.
She wrapped her hands around her chest, “Serra, I advise you not to waste everyone's time. At this level, you can't even be compared to the worst members of the association. Do you really think how good you are? Have a Serra level? The joke!"
Serra ignored Aoli, she continued painting.
Yuta saw that Serra could not possibly paint the painting perfectly, so he relaxed and returned to his position to sit down.
He opened his own painting.
Aoli was amazed, “Yuta, I did not expect your painting level to be high again. This painting is perfect. This year, you must replace the school to participate in the National Student Painting Competition.”
Yuta glanced at Serra and smiled, “Serra's painting is also very good. He should have participated in it. I don't give a shit. I've been at the University for almost four years. I have participated in two of them.”
Science at the University is very good.
But in terms of painting, it is much inferior to the University of Warwick.
Therefore, Yuta's paintings are considered the best.
Yuta's words seemed to imply alms to Serra.
After hearing this, Aoli said in a dismissive tone, "Serra, let's take part in the national student painting competition. Oh, it's nice not to get kicked out of school."
Several members of the association gathered and were amazed by Yuta's paintings.
"Chairman, your painting is so good, how do you do it?"
"It would be great if I could also have your skills."
“Vice Lead is right. You must participate in this competition on behalf of the school.”
These people all purposely please Yuta.
Yuta's chin was raised high, his face was still very humble, "Serra's strength is also very good."
Ben had been watching Serra's painting, his eyebrows gradually stretching.
Ten minutes had passed by now, and the messy ink on the drawing paper had become a scene model under Serra's modification.
This time, Serra painted the sight of a farmer bending over to work in the fields, the fields surrounded by three sides.
Serra's brush is moving.
Ben was dumbfounded, even Hendry.
Where Serra's pen was touched, it seemed like it was under magic power, becoming refined.
Soon, four minutes later, Serra finished the painting.
He put the pen down.
Perfect Serra painting. Looking at his painting, his inexplicable heart calmed down.
The student audience could not hold their breath.
I think it has an illusion.
How could that trash painting be so perfect?
Rubbed his eyes, not wrong.
An associate member asked confusedly: “School flowers, how do you do this? And, how did you find this method? "
Serra curled her lips, "Isn't it easy to do this?"
This takes less time. Since Serra didn't like trouble, how comfortable it was.
Yuta saw everyone's expressions.
There was an uneasy feeling in his heart, and he walked over quickly.
Looking at Serra's painting, he was stunned.
Justjust wonderful.
Was it really drawn by him?
How could?
Does Serra not know how to paint?
Aoli was also stunned, she reacted, walked over and took the painting.
Serra did not stop him, raised her eyebrows and asked, “How? My painting looks like Serra? You think I'll replace it with his painting."
The same person, the painting method was naturally similar.
Of course, Serra would not say that he was Serra, and that would cause a lot of trouble.
Serra knew that many people in the painting world were looking for her.
Only Wice told him, no less than ten, all wanted to interview him, or wanted to buy his paintings.
However, Serra had never seen it before.
When he paints, he always follows his heart, and only if there is time. He was not short on money, and there was no need to make money selling paintings.
Aoli was speechless, she did not know how to answer Serra.
Serra had already made the painting in front of everyone, and it was even better than the one before.
The facts are in front of him.
Aoli could not blame him, let alone slander Serra.
Clearly, the previous ink painting was painted by Serra alone. If he dared to say no, he was worried that the association members would accuse him.
Did he really want to apologize to Serra in front of the entire school in the school broadcast?
Aoli clenched her fists and looked at Yuta for help.
Yuta believes that Serra used a painting to replace him, and never thought that this was Serra's painting. At that moment, he said that everything was there, but to appease Aoli so that she could agree to Serra's request.
Yuta did not dare to look at Aoli, his eyes dodged.
Aoli's heart felt cold for a while, she didn't expect Yuta wouldn't help her deal with this matter.
He said, don't worry.
The meeting room is empty.
Serra reminded: "Vice Leader, don't forget to apologize."
Aoli was clear that she could not rely on Yuta, but she did not want to lose face in front of the entire school. He gritted his teeth and bowed heavily to Serra, "Serra's student, I misunderstood, sorry."
Serra raised her hand and interrupted Aoli, "Don't apologize to me here, go to the school broadcast."
The aoli stood in its place.
He had already apologized to her in a low voice, why was Serra still reluctant to let go?
There was hatred towards Serra hidden deep in Aoli's eyes.
Obviously, Aoli did not want to apologize.
Henry picked up the phone and played the video. The sound of Aoli comes from the video.
Precisely a promise he made earlier, if Serra did not steal the painting and hand it over to the association, he would apologize on the school radio.
Aoli's face was pale, "Hendry, you actually recorded my words!"
Hendry took back the phone with a pair of rippling peach eyes full of sarcasm. He said roughly, “Of course you can't use conventional methods to deal with criminals. I'm here to prevent you from denying it. It's already there and it's more useful."
Aoli glared at Hendry, "What is your relationship with the grievances between Serra and me?"
Aoli was very attentive to her own image, but today, she could not control her emotions.
Thinking of something, he pointed to Serra, "It seems like you like Serra, no wonder you have protected her."
Hendry appeared in his mind, and his face did not show any abnormalities, he just smiled, “That has nothing to do with you, you keep apologizing.”
Aoli was sitting on a chair with her hands around her chest, as if she was determined not to apologize.
On the surface, he looked calm, but in his heart, he was confused.
He was worried Hendry would post the video online.
At that time, he was embarrassed for apologizing to Serra.
Serra ignored Aoli, she looked at Yuta, "He is your follower, listen to you, Yuta, should you say something?"
Yuta frowned and said, "Serra's student, he has already apologized to you now, and you forgive Aoli. In any case, you are in the same company and you will often meet in the future to avoid embarrassment.”
"Bodo's time." Serra said nonchalantly.
Yuta said again: "You're in school, you have to deal with other people, you're aggressive, you're not very good, Serra, you can't be like this."
Serra pursed her lips, “Sorry, I'm stingy, I don't have a nice belly like you. Moreover, if I can't draw it today, will the Vice-Leader let me leave just like that? ”
Yuta frowned, "Serra Student ..."
Serra raised her hand and interrupted Yuta, “Sorry, you don't have to persuade me anymore. I don't have innocence like you. Let the oppressor stand on your head."
Serra glanced at the time, she still needed to conduct the experiment in the afternoon, as not much time was wasted for Yuta and Aoli.
Directly said: “Vice Leader, remember to apologize. In three days, I'll hear your apology on the noon broadcast."
Aoli squeezed his neck, "Serra, I'm not apologizing, what can you do to me?"
He wants to fight again.
"The video from Hendry's cell phone will be posted online and viewed by the entire school."
As long as Aoli wasn't stupid, she would choose to apologize.
Aoli was trembling with anger.
He asks Yuta for help, but Yuta avoids his gaze.
Aoli had some complaints against Yuta.
Since the first year, he had been following Yuta.
He often helps her in many things.
Even if he stood up and humiliated Serra this time, he knew that Yuta could not understand Serra, so he wanted to help teach.
Now that he's about to lose face, Yuta doesn't help him.
Until two o'clock in the afternoon, there were only twenty minutes left.
Yuta changed the subject, "Now we will choose the three best paintings to be followed by the school in the selection."
Undoubtedly, the best is Yuta's painting, and the other two are Serra's paintings.
Yuta is very dissatisfied that Serra will join him in the competition.
But this was the result of all the members of the association voting, he did not dare to take Serra out without permission.
Looking at Serra's painting, Yuta had a bad premonition in his heart.
He always felt Serra would replace him in the National Student Painting Competition this time around.
The meeting broke up.
Yuta looked at Serra's back, his eyes full of mist.
Aoli was still sitting in place, silent.
Yuta's gaze was fixed on Aoli, and she narrowed her eyes, feeling extremely dissatisfied, but she still needed Aoli to help her.
Closing the door of the conference room, she came to sit next to Aoli, "Aoli, sorry, just now, I didn't mean that, I didn't expect Serra to actually draw it."