The next day, it was a sunny day, but Fu Chengque had a high fever.

The late emperor had not even started his business yet, so he took the middle road and retired.

When Wen Yu went to visit, Fu Chengque was lying on the bed, his lips turning white.

She stretched out her hand to Wen Yu tremblingly, trying to make two sounds in her mouth.

Wen Yu leaned closer and listened:

"Ban... newspaper..."

So conscientious!

Wen Yu thought of a local saying that if the school failed her, it would be destroyed.

Her mind was burning and she was confused, but her hands were grabbing at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu had no choice but to let her hold one finger, and she hugged him tightly.

So close.

Wen Yu's touch was so close that he received the heavy and warm breathing from Fu Chengque, and he could clearly observe the undulating wings of her nose and a few small beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. The sweat beads seemed to reflect Wen Yu's overwhelmed face.

.

She is so beautiful.

The face is delicate and flushed with illness. The eyes are slightly closed and the eyelashes are trembling slightly.

The jawline is like the lines of snow-covered hills in winter, extending downward and disappearing into the neck.

"Wen...Wen Yu, I want to go..."

"You can't get up." Wen Yu quickly calmed down.

"I...I'm going to woo woo woo..."

"I really can't go, you'll faint if you're in this condition."

Fu Chengque was so anxious that he mumbled: "You...you help me, can you help me..."

Then I heard Fu Chengque suddenly take a breath: "Pull me up..."

Then passed out.

Wen Yu was stunned.

There are really people in life who are just like acting.

It's better to say that Fu Chengque may really have a talent for acting. She doesn't even have to act on the set, she can just express her true feelings.

When Wen Yu rushed to the school, the other people were already there.

The absence of the mainstay devastated the entire team. After discussion, everyone decided to continue the unfinished business of their predecessors.

Fu Chengque fell, and the second painter Fang Ling took over the brush. Then she spent half the morning struggling with the first star, and she was still not satisfied with the painting. The originally insufficient time became even more urgent.

During lunch at a small restaurant, Fang Ling burst into tears.

"I...I can't draw well. It's too far behind the orange bird...I don't think I can do it..."

"It's okay, it's okay. I just tried hard, and the teachers can understand." Xiao Gua consoled her.

"Just give it a try and draw casually." Lu Min also said, "Chengque painted really well this time, like an art student. You don't have to be like her."

"But, the big newspaper can't be too different..."

The three of them were speechless.

In the afternoon, Fang Ling, who couldn't figure out the stars, gave up completely after trying characters to no avail.

"If I can't do it, I can't do it. I give up... I don't want to paint anymore."

The others looked at each other and really didn't know what to say.

After a long time, a voice broke the silence.

"Shall I give it a try?" Wen Yu said.

He looked at it for a long time and had only one feeling in his mind: This painting was obviously very simple, so simple that he could draw it at will, and the effect was the same as Fu Chengque.

"Hey, Wen Yu, you can also draw?"

"I'll try...I don't know either."

As he spoke, he picked up the chalk, and with a flick of his wrist, a star that was ten times better than what Fang Ling had drawn quickly appeared in the corner of the blackboard.

"Wow! Wen Yu, you are really good at drawing!!"

"This level is not worse than that of Cheng Que. You said you could draw earlier, and yet you made Fang Ling suffer this."

Wen Yu was even more surprised. He had only tried to learn the golden finger's bonus so far, and it was indeed twice the result with half the effort.

This time he used it on "painting", and the clear results surprised him.

Xiao Gua excitedly handed over the chalk and pushed Wen Yu up the ladder:

"Wen Yu, I really rely on you. Come on, come on..."

Fang Ling sighed and said, "Even if Wen Yu can draw as well as an orange bird, he only has half a day. I wasted half a day. I'm sorry."

"How many paintings can you draw?"

"Or a simple painting, as long as there is a prototype to fill in the content. I will definitely not be able to finish it in half a day..."

"Wouldn't that be inappropriate..."

The three of them looked at Wen Yu with questioning eyes.

Wen Yu thought for a moment and said:

"The painting before will definitely not work. I have a bold idea. Do you want to try it?"

The dark blackboard washed away by heavy rain is a perfect ink drawing.

A picture has been engraved in his mind.
Chapter completed!