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Chapter 871 2021.11.14 Please see me

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    Yesterday, I dreamed again I sat on the part of the classroom near the left wall and drew with a brush, and there were other students who painted with me.  On the white paper, I evenly sketched complex flower patterns with the tip of the brush, with smooth lines.

    When I was admiring my own work on the desk table, my deskmate came from the aisle on the right side of me, passed behind me and sat on the seat next to my left side.  My deskmate saw the brush drawing I put on the table, but the deskmate didn¡¯t know that it was drawn by me with a brush just now. I told my deskmate that I didn¡¯t believe it, because I couldn¡¯t draw like this with a brush  .

    The companions on the right who painted with me just now know that this is indeed drawn by me with a brush. Of course, I also know that I have this ability. It is understandable that my deskmate does not agree with it.  In order to convince my deskmate, I took out the blank paper and planned to draw something else to show my ability.

    Then I took a brush and started painting on new paper.  But after drawing a few strokes, too much black ink was drawn from the pen, making the drawn lines thicker and three-dimensional.  I knew it was caused by too much ink on the tip of the brush, so I decided to start over.  It's just that the deskmate on the left is still watching. This low-level mistake made me feel a little embarrassed, and everything was fine just now.   Although my deskmate said things like come back when I have nothing to do, I was not beautiful in my heart, and felt a little bit self-remorse.

    I stretched my right arm sideways to the right, and scraped off the excess ink on the tip of the brush into the common ink cartridge placed there.  After a few scratches, I remembered that the lines of the intricate flower pattern were in light ink, and the original ink was too dark.  Just now when I picked up the pen again, I felt something was wrong, it was because of the ink color.

    So I put the whole nib in the ink cartridge case on the front left of the pen area and rinsed it, so as to dilute the thick ink and achieve a light effect.  I just haven't tried it yet, so I don't know if the depth is enough.  On the front side, there is a classmate who is painting, and he is also making pens in this public ink cartridge set.

    I rinsed the brush a few times, and found that a messy part of the brush head was split from the brush head as a whole.  Seeing this situation, I was a little worried, for fear that I would accidentally damage the brush and be unable to use it.  And then a more worrying situation came. The head teacher, Mr. Wang (pronouncing) came to inspect the class and had already walked to our side.  I know that Mr. Wang has been studying hard recently, and the exam is coming soon.  Although it is natural to have some extracurricular activities on weekdays, it seems a bit too much for us to mess with them in such a big way. I am worried that I will be lectured by Teacher Wang, and I feel a little guilty

    Teacher Wang looked at us when he walked by us, didn't say anything, and then sat on the side behind me.

    Later, I turned my head to look at Mr. Wang, and saw that he was holding a composition paper written on the grid and looking at it seriously. It was an article written by a classmate.  I thought to myself that the article I wrote would be great, and I thought that if Teacher Wang read my article, he would definitely like it.  With this feeling of faint pride, I turned back again.

    I roughly sorted out the paintings I drew just now, and there is already a small stack, and the paintings are still quite good.  Then I paid attention to the time, and found that I had so many paintings that it was less than one class time. This really surprised me, amazing.

    Then I put the small stack of paintings on my desktop and got up and left. I thought carefully about this prominent position. It may not be seen by anyone, and it will cause a lot of surprise and appreciation (Remember  Website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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