Du Qingjiao walked forward two steps and asked with a smile: "This girl, you seem to have a big opinion of me."

Ju Jingyue smiled and said, "It's just to tell the truth."

Du Qingjiao smiled and said, "Even if I can't draw it, it doesn't affect my comments, right? Doesn't anyone who has never eaten pork know that pork is delicious?"

"Not affecting?"

Ju Jingyue sneered and said, "I don't know the painting skills, style, meaning... either. What kind of review do you give? Just open your mouth and open your mouth? Besides, I don't know how many people who don't know big words can get the confidence to evaluate the ancient sages!"

While Ju Jingyue was speaking, she also walked a few steps forward, with awesome momentum and a look as if she was as good as a man.

This scene praised Wu Ling when he saw it, "It really tastes like a female hero."

The truth is reflected in Ju Jingyue, which is vividly contrasted with the group of silent people behind Du Qingjiao.

"I'm really an eloquent yellow-haired girl."

Du Qingjiao's eyes were blurred into a crack, hiding the murderous intent in his eyes, gritted his teeth and sneered: "You and I don't know each other before. How do you know that I can't know a few words and can't draw them? Are you sure the person who comes to you just open your mouth?"

Hearing this, Wu Ling shook his head. It seemed that Du Qingjiao would lose this argument.

After all, I read the mosquito larvae incorrectly.

Ju Jingyue seemed to have heard the funny things in the world, laughed a few times and said, "The correct way to read this painting is called a mosquito larvae, but you just pronounced mosquito larvae as Zizi. If you can't read such a simple word, it's hard to believe that you know more words, and it's hard to believe that you can draw!"

Du Qingjiao glanced at the young talent behind him. Seeing these people looking embarrassed and their eyes were slackened, Du Qingjiao knew that he had read the wrong one.

"What a bunch of waste!"

Du Qingjiao cursed in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged at all, and he said, "Since you said I can't draw, I'll show you something and bring the pen and ink."

Seeing that Du Qingjiao was not embarrassed about his typo, Wuling had to admire Du Qingjiao. He was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was

As expected, as long as you don’t feel embarrassed, the embarrassing one is someone else.

If Wu Ling had read the wrong words in front of a group of people and made such a big joke, he would have left in shame long ago. He would have been as confident as Du Qingjiao to show his talents to others.
Chapter completed!