Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 82 President 082 calls

  The person in the passenger seat looked at the chairman while holding his mobile phone, wondering how he reacted today.

  Meng Fu will never forget this appearance once seen.

Chairman    naturally also remembered that he could recognize that this person in the crowd was the one he saw yesterday.

  After watching for a while, he finally tilted his head and raised his brow slightly, "Are they filming the show at the General Association?"

   "Yes," the person in the passenger seat hung up his cell phone. He pondered the president's psychology, and said respectfully, "I'll let them go out."

   "No need," the chairman waved his hand thoughtfully, "Go back to the office first."

  **

  Here, Meng Fu and others’ honor rolls have finally been visited.

  The director didn’t enter the country at this moment, and he held up a big sign that said--

  【Time to go to class! 】

  They don’t have a specific table book today, but they have a specific process. The content of the program is too boring. The process is determined by the director and the main guests of this issue.

  He finished holding the sign and watched the hot search on the phone from ear to ear.

  It’s a show that God wants to fire on him.

  There are four members in the program group, and each of them has a topical degree. Although Meng Fu has a lot of black fans, she is still a hot topic. She is also a topical figure in the first episode. The most important thing is Sheng Jun.

  The live broadcast continues to shoot down.

  Behind is the studio, and the teacher who teaches them has already arrived.

  For fun, the program group divided the four people into two groups.

  Meng Fu Li Qingning group, Che Shao Shengjun group, these two groups, Sheng Jun and Li Qingning are more likely to drive the atmosphere.

  They go to class in the studio, and the teacher who teaches them is a sketch teacher.

  The course is to draw three apples.

"Just draw the outlines of these three apples. After the drawing, everyone can move around at will. I will give everyone a score." The teacher was slightly fat and smiled very kindly. He held the paintbrush and taught the four students I talked about the main points of attention with the introductory knowledge.

   "Teacher Li, you can pack the dinner for the evening." Sheng Jun took the paintbrush and looked at Li Qingning with a smile.

   Although Shengjun is studying Chinese painting, she is still some disciple compared to the other three people.

  The program group sets a requirement for which group fails which group will cook at night.

  【My brother is another day to lie down and win. 】

  【Mr. Li is so miserable that he is in a group with Meng Fu. It can be seen that Mr. Li has some foundation. 】

  【Who is in a group with Meng Fu? 】

  【……】

   "We don't have to cook dinner at night, Meng Fu, do you think?" Li Qingning is an old man after all, and he is very tolerant of newcomers. He smiled and accepted Sheng Jun's invitation to stand and looked back at Meng Fu.

  Meng Fu nodded, "Yes, so Teacher Li, you have to come on."

  Li Qingning: "......???"

  [Fuck hahahahaha]

  【This familiar scene. 】

  【Mr. Li finally encountered a huge bottleneck in his career-Meng Fu. 】

  【Brother Fu, be more sober, it's you who want to cheer! 】

  The teacher is from the Painting Association. The lectures are humorous and interesting. They are very short. During his lectures, Meng Fudu listened very carefully.

  Li Qingning also took a small notebook to take notes.

   "Which five basic light and dark tones are coming?" The teacher said quickly, but Li Qingning didn't hear clearly, and asked Meng Fu in a low voice.

  After asking, he felt that he had asked the wrong person. Just as he was about to raise his hand to ask the teacher, the answer came in his ear——

   "Mid-color, highlight, reflection, projection, the boundary line of light and dark."

  Li Qingning: "...How did you write down what he said so quickly?"

  Don’t talk about Li Qingning, even the barrage was surprised. Except for professional sketching, they basically remembered the highlights and reflective projections, the intermediate colors, and the boundary line of darkness. They didn’t understand it.

The teacher has already said about the basic content of the sketch. Meng Fu took a look at Li Qingning, and she said euphemistically: "It's like this when you are a little older. Don't worry too much about Teacher Li. If you need it, I can give you one. Bottle of refreshing perfume."

  Li Qingning: "..."

  He smiled politely, then turned his head scoldingly and wrote down the five points.

  【Hahahahaha】

  【Mr. Li: You terrible artist, next one. 】

  【Bump the table! This group is so funny, I don't want to do homework! 】

  【Mr. Li, Meng Fu is eighteen this year, you are two rounds older than her! You must remember this pot! 】

  【Hhhh, I actually took Meng Fu's eyes to my eyes. There are a few things to say, she is really speechless. 】

   After the teacher finishes the lecture, let them draw freely, and then hand it over to him when the drawing is finished.

  Li Qingning seriously picked up the paintbrush and began to paint the apple.

  He drew for about twenty minutes, sketching out the outline of more than half of the apple, and then got up to see how Meng Fu drew.

   Looking in the past, Meng Fu is enjoying the other finished paintings in the studio that have not been taken away.

  Li Qingning walked behind her, she was looking at a sketch of a portrait, and he said quietly: "Kid...tell me what are you doing again? Did you give up struggling?"

  "Don't look at me like this," Meng Fu flicked the hair on his shoulders, tilted his head and smiled lazily, "Mr. Li, I will finish the painting sooner than you."

  Li Qingning paused, and then continued to look at her faintly: "That's not necessary, you just need to figure out what dishes tonight."

He returned to his drawing board again angrily, and said to the camera on the drawing board: "Audience friends, my teammates and children have seen that the powerful enemy has given up struggling, but I can’t, and can’t let the director find a chance to detain me. wage!"

  【Give up, Teacher Li, there is Sheng Jun on the opposite side, you can’t. 】

  【Hahahaha, **** laughter! 】

  [This live broadcast will one day laugh me to death hh]

  On this side, Meng Fu is still looking at other sketches. She also smiles at the camera, "I hope Teacher Li is okay."

  [Hope that Ms. Li is okay (fold your hands together)]

  [Hope the director of the program group is okay (fold your hands together)]

  [Hope the Art Association is okay (fold your hands together)]

  The barrage is very unified, but there are also discordant things——

  【I just pretended to listen carefully to the class, but now it’s not the original form, so I can’t pretend it? 】

  【What exactly is Meng Fu doing? Sheng Jun next door is almost finished. 】

  【Sure enough, people are more popular than people. 】

  After half an hour, I wandered around in the studio and finally stopped to start sketching.

  Li Qingning’s split-screen barrage is all in the same color, "Mr. Li, you are moved to heaven, Meng Fu is starting to paint!"

  Li Qingning has already painted more than half of it. Seeing this, he immediately got up and came to Meng Fu. Meng Fu drew seven points on the paper. He didn't understand what she was doing, but it did not hinder his approval.

   "Good job," Li Qingning glanced around, then said: "You can't have time. I'll help you sharpen some pencils."

  Sketches need to use pencils of different thicknesses, such as 2b and 6b.

Before Meng Fu could say anything, Li Qingning picked up the pencil and sat next door.

  Meng Fu can only make him be careful.

  Li Qingning waved his hand, sharpening the pencil slowly, while watching the split-screen barrage on his side.

   "What is it that I am lazy and don't want to paint anymore? I am willing to help others," Li Qingning looked at the barrage and continued, "The next question."

  The barrage is swiped across.

  He is cutting, and Sheng Jun next door is watching their progress.

   "Have you finished painting?" Li Qingning looked at Sheng Jun incredulously.

  "Not yet." Sheng Jun shook his head and glanced at Li Qingning's paintings, surprised, "Mr. Li painted well."

   "General." Li Qingning is humble.

Barrage--

  【Fart, you just said that you draw better than the teacher! 】

  The two were talking, someone knocked on the door outside, and it was a young man who entered the studio.

   is not within the scope of the program team's plan, so the program team gave Yuanjing without a close-up. He only looked at Sheng Jun and said: "Sister Sheng Jun, the teacher has just returned. He is at the vice meeting. Please go over immediately."

  Sheng Jun's face overflowed with surprise, "I'll go right away!"

Barrage--

  【Fucking vice meeting! ! ! 】

  【Vice of General Painting Association! Can Miss Sheng Jun take us with you! ! ! 】

  【I also want to see the big guys of the General Painting Association up close! ! 】

  [It’s for the World Youth Championship, I heard that there are people from the Beijing General Association, who are admired, and we are not in the same class at all. 】

  Sheng Jun went out, and the director of the program group went crazy. He quickly called the planner: "Go to Sheng Jun’s agent and ask if you can follow along with it!"

  If it's someone else, the director of the program group will follow the film without even interfering, but this is the art association, and they don't dare to be presumptuous.

The people in the studio and the live broadcast were all in a mess, only Meng Fu was painting seriously.

  At this time, Meng Fu's mobile phone rang.

  Live broadcasts strive to ensure the authenticity of their daily lives. Their mobile phones will not be put away. In the car, Che Shao also answered a call from his mother.

  Meng Fu looked down at the electrician--

  President.

  She pressed the Mai on her neckline with one hand, and answered the phone with the other.

  　**

  　　 I’m really too much, don’t believe me, so at the end of the month, can I give a free evaluation ticket? Can’t I ask again tomorrow...

  (End of this chapter)