Announced with Goddess Gao Leng, the school belle is in a hurry!

Chapter 104 This painting belongs to you
Isn't this just a theory with the camera?

Just saying it from Yang Yi's mouth, it seems that it is not a theory, but a yearning.

So in Yang Yi's heart, what is eternal beauty?

Was it his persistent love for Wu Yutong before?
Did he want to reminisce about that dead love, so he wanted to freeze the beauty on paper?

If so, then why did he draw me...

Thinking about it, Hu Jia handed the paper to Yang Yi and said, "Let me draw you on it too."

To her surprise, Yang Yi shook his head and said, "I don't want to draw anymore."

Hu Jia asked suspiciously, "Why don't you suddenly stop painting?"

"I can't paint!" Yang Yi replied, and then said: "How do I paint myself? Besides, you don't know that painting also needs to pay attention to artistic conception, and you need to have inspiration."

When Hu Jia heard what he said, she became anxious. She asked urgently: "No, how can you say that you will stop painting if you don't want to paint? Otherwise, are you brewing? I just want this painting to be complete... ..."

As she spoke, her pretty face also became anxious.

Yang Yi had no choice but to answer her, and he would draw as soon as the inspiration came.

After hearing what Yang Yi said, Hu Jia lost her haste and became happy. She even lay down on the armchair in the same position she just slept in, as if she was trying her best to cooperate with Yang Yi.

Time passed by, and after a while, Hu Jia slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Yi with full expectation.

What caught her eyes was Yang Yi playing games endlessly...

Hu Jia's face suddenly became serious, and she asked lightly, "What are you doing?"

"Playing games!"

"I can see, I mean why don't you keep drawing?"

"Didn't I say that this requires a combination of artistic conception and inspiration."

Obviously, it was impossible for Yang Yi to continue painting.

Hu Jia was gnashing her teeth anxiously, and she said depressedly: "Give me the pen and paper, if you don't draw, I will draw."

Yang Yi glanced at Hu Jia, and handed over paper and pen with both hands.

Hu Jia reluctantly took it, leaned on the small table and began to think.

Several times Hu Jia wanted to write, but seemed to be unable to do so, so he withdrew his hand.

Time is passing, 10 minutes have passed, and Hu Jia has not been able to lick half of the pen on the paper.

She was still looking at the painting in her hand, and her palms were already sweating because she was holding the pen too tightly. Her posture seemed to be more difficult than asking her to solve an advanced geometry problem.

Yang Yi was playing the game, and occasionally glanced at her. He sighed and said, "I've already played the game a second time. Otherwise, forget it. Why are you so entangled?"

Hu Jia ignored him, and after about 15 minutes, she put down the pen in her hand, and fell on the armchair behind as if she had lifted a heavy burden.

"I feel like I can't write." She said feeling helpless: "I shouldn't have slept for long, why can you draw so much, for so long, but can't start, because I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I will accidentally paint this picture The painting is ruined."

Yang Yi just smiled at Hu Jia, everything was in his plan.

Painting is a piece of cake for Yang Yi. He unlocked the painting talent from the system. Although he made a temporary decision, the talent lies in it, which must be stressful for ordinary people like Hu Jia.

Even if Hu Jia had studied painting, at most she would appreciate this painting. If she was really asked to write, she would be really stressed, so she flinched.

The system beep in Yang Yi's mind sounded again.

[Congratulations to Young Hero Arts +2]

[Congratulations to the young man who is knowledgeable +2]

[Congratulations to the young hero for his +2 chess skills]

[Congratulations to the young man for unlocking his dance talent]

[Congratulations to Shaoxia for winning 40 silver taels]

Ah... This, this, this gold mine is indeed more fallible than a money tree!Yang Yi never expected this wave.

Hu Jia, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, wants to make this painting perfect, but for a person who can paint by herself, she can't do anything.

In the end, her giving up was tantamount to a compromise, tantamount to her admitting that she was not perfect, so Yang Yi was rewarded again.

For Yang Yi, this reward was nothing more than a free one, because it was not within the scope of his design. He just wanted to freeze this moment because he just had a special feeling watching Hu Jia after he fell asleep.

It seems inappropriate to directly take pictures with the mobile phone, it feels too tacky, and people know that there are photos of Hu Jia in his mobile phone, which may cause a wave of misunderstanding.

As for painting, it directly filled his compulsion, full of artistic sense.

In this wave of blood gain, the gold mine automatically fell into the basket before the hoe was swung.

Yang Yi turned his head to look at Hu Jia who was listless at this time, smiled at her and said, "Okay, this painting belongs to you."

Hu Jia said in a daze, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

"I just said that this painting belongs to you."

Yang Yi continued: "I see you are listless. If you don't finish this painting, you may feel uncomfortable for a long time."

Hu Jia said in a daze, "That's right."

Sure enough, as Yang Yi expected, a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder will require himself to be as perfect as possible in all aspects.

The same is true for her painting. Hu Jia, who has a talent for painting since she was a child, has never thought of specializing in this area, but she has tried her best to make herself better.

So when she faced Yang Yi's painting, which took only ten minutes to complete, and thought that she could not achieve this level in more than ten years, she felt that she was a failure.

Until Hu Jia completes the painting to perfection, she should not be able to sleep well because of this sense of failure.

It was precisely because of this that she felt that she could not accept this painting calmly.

So she directly refused: "I don't want it, because the level of your painting is at the level of a master, I can't take it."

"Is it really as good as you say?"

"It might be better than what I said."

Hu Jia kept looking at Yang Yi, as if he wanted to see through the secrets in him.

Yang Yi said disapprovingly: "Do you think this is okay? As for the painting, you accept it first, and when you complete it, how about returning it to me?"

When Hu Jia heard what he said, he was a little moved and a little hesitant.

Seeing her hesitation, Yang Yi quickly said, "The inspiration for this painting comes from you, and it's up to you to make it perfect, right?"

Hu Jia was completely convinced by Yang Yi's last words, she enjoyed them very much, and the hesitation in her heart disintegrated in an instant, she replied: "Yes."

Looking at her happy face, it is not difficult to see that she is very happy at this time.

The beauty exuded by Zhang Tingting is alluring and seductive.

The beauty exuded by Hu Jia is touching. When she smiles, people's hearts will be pounding.

This made Yang Yi, who had always been as stable as an old dog, a little bit faster.

But Yang Yi felt that he accepted the painting because of Hu Jia, not because of her bright smile.

(End of this chapter)