However, when everyone thought about it, apart from picking up girls, Qin Feng didn't seem to know anything else.
"What is it? Could it be that you're scared and don't dare to compete with this young master?" Seeing that Qin Feng didn't reply, Hua Ming felt a bit guilty.
If his position was swapped with Qin Feng's, he wouldn't have agreed to such a pointless challenge. He was simply seeking death.
Qin Feng had been afraid before. His motto was "Life is about endless challenges." However, he had just extracted the Intermediate Drawing Skill from his memory. This was something he had obtained last night. He didn't think he would be able to put it to use today.
Classic works of art flashed through Qin Feng's mind. Various painting techniques and coloring details, as well as summaries of the lifetime experiences of masters like Qi Baishi, flooded into his mind.
Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh. He looked at Hua Ming playfully as he said, "Alright, let's compete in Chinese Painting then. However, before we do that, we should at least decide on the loser's punishment. "
Hua Ming felt a bit startled, but quickly came back to his senses and gave a pleased smile.
He had been afraid that Qin Feng wouldn't agree to the competition, but not only did he agree, he even suggested a punishment. This made Hua Ming so excited that he wanted to shout.
However, on the surface, he pretended to be indifferent and smiled as he said, "Since I was the one who proposed the competition rules, young master Qin will decide the punishment."
"How about this? You came to challenge me to the Chinese Arts Competition just to slap me in the face. In that case, whoever loses will have the entire class slap him on the head and say, 'You piece of trash, what do you think?" Qin Feng said as he chuckled as he looked at Hua Ming.
Hua Ming was stunned by Qin Feng's confidence. This brat knew that he was here to slap him in the face, yet he still dared to suggest such a cruel punishment. Could it be that he was confident in his victory?
Soon, Hua Ming felt at ease.
Although Qin Feng had defeated Yu Wen Xiang in the competition, Chinese Art was not as simple as fighting.
Hua Ming believed that Qin Feng was the son of a large family and had been forced to learn self-defence from a young age. Adding on the fact that he was lucky, he was able to defeat Yu Wen Xiang.
Painting, on the other hand, required days and months of practice. Without five or six years of practice, how could one produce a good painting? Moreover, hard work alone was not enough. Painting required talent. Without a natural understanding of colors and lines, no matter how hard one worked, one would not become a master.
Hua Ming was a genius at painting, and he was completely confident that no one could match up to him in this regard.
It was the same as Qin Feng's confidence in picking up girls!
"Alright, let's do as you say." Hua Ming said in a pleased manner, "However, the winner should at least get a reward. The way I see it, the winner should kiss goddess Zhao Ling Xian in front of everyone, and on the lips."
A kiss on the mouth!
Qin Feng and Zhao Ling Xian's hearts tightened as they thought back to the passionate moment in Zhao Ling Xian's room last night. Qin Feng looked at Zhao Ling Xian and licked his lips. Without even thinking, he said, "Sure."
At that moment, Qin Feng fell in love with Hua Ming. This boy was quite loyal, and had made a request that Qin Feng didn't dare to say.
Zhao Ling Xian's cold face immediately became red. She rolled her eyes at Qin Feng and coldly glared at Hua Ming as she said, "Crazy. Do you want to bet or not? Don't drag me into it."
Qin Feng and Hua Ming looked at each other and didn't say anything. They silently agreed to the punishment.
As for whether Zhao Ling Xian would agree, it wouldn't be the first time Qin Feng had kissed her.
"Then let's begin." Hua Ming couldn't wait to win against Qin Feng.
He wanted to watch as Qin Feng was slapped in the face by the entire class, and then kiss Zhao Ling Xian's lips.
The students who were watching the fun couldn't hold back their excitement. At this time, they had already made two empty seats. On the table were the rice paper, traditional Chinese painting colors, brushes, palettes, ink, and other tools needed for traditional Chinese painting.
As soon as Hua Ming sat down, his expression changed. He calmly picked up the brush and quickly mixed the colors. Then, he began to dance on the paper. His movements were powerful, and his movements were light and casual. It was clear that he had some skill.
Qin Feng didn't move for a long time, and he watched Hua Ming draw for a while. After obtaining the Intermediate Painting Skill, he could naturally see the flaws and shortcomings of each piece of art.
Hua Ming's painting skills were quite unique, and he was quite skilled. However, to Qin Feng, whose painting skills were on par with Qi Baishi's, it was child's play.
"Qin Feng, why aren't you drawing? Regardless of whether you can win or not, you should at least try. "Seeing that Qin Feng hadn't moved, Lin Bei Bei couldn't help but ask.
Although she had always believed in Qin Feng, she didn't have any confidence that Qin Feng would win this calligraphy competition.
This was even more so for the other students. They had already started to quietly discuss why Qin Feng wasn't moving. They were certain that he knew he was going to lose, so he didn't even have the courage to draw.
The most anxious person in the crowd was Zhao Ling Xian. If it was before, if someone dared to use her as a stake, she would have already slapped them.
Moreover, it was her kiss.
However, this time, with Qin Feng participating, she felt a bit of hope that Qin Feng would win. Thinking back to the passionate kiss from last night, Zhao Ling Xian felt her entire body go limp. That wonderful feeling made her feel a bit infatuated.
"I'm going to start."
Suddenly, Qin Feng moved. He waved his hand, and the brush in his hand seemed to have a soul. It moved as it pleased in his hand, coming and going without a trace.
Not only did he have the Intermediate Painting Skill, but he also had the Elementary Calligraphy Skill.
Everyone was completely dumbfounded by the scene in front of them. Regardless of whether Qin Feng would be able to draw a perfect piece of art, his majestic and majestic manner had already affected everyone.
Mixing colours, raising the brush, lowering the brush, moving freely …
He was like a supreme master in the art world. His body gave off a strong smell of ink, and his eyes were bright and full of expression. His gaze fell on the Xuan paper, and wherever his hand touched, it would leave behind a brilliant stroke of colour.
Whoosh!
Everyone's hearts, which had been racing, felt like they were going to jump out of their throats.
Qin Feng's proficient and swift movements of the brush, as smooth as a fish in water, had already shocked everyone. However, at this moment, he used his left hand to grab a brush, unfurled a roll of rice paper, and used both hands to draw two paintings at the same time.
His left hand was as nimble as his right hand, and his movements were like a god.
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