Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

The match started without warning, and Qin Qing's good words shocked everyone even more.

Comparing sketches between a blind person and a genius who has learned art since childhood is tantamount to striking a stone with a pebble. The other transfer students who had been robbed of the limelight from the very beginning complained secretly in their hearts. The girl wanted to join the student union and was crazy, and even jumped into the pit innocently when teased by others.

But looking back at the student union, even Huo Junsen looked at the girl deeply. No one could guess what they were thinking, and strangely, no one came out to stop them.

"Qin Qing, have you thought it through? Bo Ling has participated in many international competitions, and opened his own art exhibition last year. He was able to sit in the position of Minister of Fine Arts based on his strength. Painting." Bessie persuaded earnestly on the side, hoping that the girl could rein in the precipice and not completely offend Bo Ling to death.

"It's just a small competition, just learning to communicate." Qin Qing also felt that it was boring to just sit and drink juice, and now there was a chance to break into the student union, and she could feel the other party's temptation, so she agreed.

But Beixi couldn't understand it. She felt that Qin Qing was too aggressive and too self-willed in doing things, and sooner or later he would cause trouble.

"I'll sharpen the pen for you until it fills the paper, and let the president be the referee later." Bo Ling was generous, and handed the pen and paper to the girl. It's just that when it comes to refereeing, Xiang Le took the initiative to ask for it in the name of being an art student. Bo Ling rolled his eyes without objecting, and sat on the other side.

"Okay, let's start then, I'll give you the time." Xiang Le smiled and posed opposite, while her cynical peach eyes were secretly observing Qin Qing who was on the side.

Swipe, swipe, swipe... The sound of charcoal pen falling on the paper is very fast. Bai Ling's ten fingers are slender, and she is recognized by Yingcai as a school flower. one.

When the two were competing, other people also came to watch one after another. The transfer students all came to Boling side by coincidence. Seeing the pictures formed on the drawing paper, they all praised.

"The painting is really good, and it has a three-dimensional effect."

"As expected of the head of the art department, this kind of sketch is too fast, and the drawing is so delicate."

... Renmei can also draw, she is simply the goddess in the minds of many homeboys, and their compliments are not fake.

In the end, I boasted for a long time, but saw that the students from the student union walked to the other side, and I couldn’t help but mutter in my heart: it’s an extravagant hope for a blind man wearing glasses to draw a circle, let alone a sketch, the picture is probably a mess. .

Bei Xi was also angry at first, and wanted to teach Qin Qing a lesson, so intentionally or unintentionally, she stood aside and refused to help. But now seeing the people from the student union standing behind her for more than ten minutes, they have not said a word, and she was a little uncertain, so she squeezed in from the side, looking down just in time to see the quilt on the board. on drawing paper.

"How is this possible? !

Bessie opened her mouth wide in surprise, and stared blankly at the paper. If she wasn't afraid of disturbing the progress of the game, she would have cried out in surprise.

As soon as the fifteen minutes were up, Bo Ling put down her pen, and when she looked up, she was almost intimidated by the crowd of people opposite, and immediately felt something was wrong.

"How did it turn out?" She turned her head to look at Xiang Le, her voice was already a little deep.

Xiang Le's eyes slowly moved away from Qin Qing's paper, but there was no smile in his eyes, "You lost."

you lose.

The simple conclusion, without euphemism, shocked the transfer students.

"How is it possible? Even if Qin Qing has painting skills, it is impossible to draw at the level of Bai Ling."

"That's right, she can't see, she doesn't even know where she drew..."

"Shut up!" The cheering of several men was suddenly interrupted by Bo Ling, she stretched out her hand and rushed to the opposite side, without a trace of emotion on her flirtatious face, "Show me your painting."

Upon hearing this, Qin Qing put the charcoal pencil aside, and slowly passed the drawing board in her hand.

After the sunset indoors, under the cold light of the moonlight, there was a starry sky design above his head, but Bo Ling didn't have the heart to appreciate this wonderful environment at all, and was deeply shocked by the painting in front of him.

The painting under hand is not exquisite, nor is it as perfect as her to control the light and shade of objects, but the painting completely depicts the layout of the room, from the green plants at the entrance, the position where the setting sun hangs, the interior The order in which the tables and chairs were placed, together with the shadows of several people, were clearly drawn on the paper.

For art students, this is already a first-class sketch, not outstanding but absolutely correct. But this kind of situation is put on a blind person who cannot see. Not to mention that it is difficult to control the position of the pen, even the pictures that she analyzes by relying on the air and other senses are absolutely impossible for an ordinary person.

"It is true that I lost." After a long while, Bo Ling's tense expression finally relaxed, with a look of despair and loss flashing across his eyes, he looked at the painting in his hand and asked, "Can I take this painting away? I will give the teacher an evaluation tomorrow."

"Huh?" Qin Qing was puzzled, not understanding the other party's intention.

"If there is no accident, the announcement of the replacement of the art director will be released next week, and I will quit the student union." Bo Ling said, he had already stood up, and quickly picked up the drawing board and was about to leave.

"Hey, why are you going? The president hasn't spoken yet." Everyone in the room was stunned by her words, and finally Xiang Leyan quickly stopped them before looking at Huo Junsen who was standing aside .

Bo Ling was also looking at him, but quickly looked away, and said stubbornly: "I would like to admit defeat, the student union does not need two art ministers."

Although she spoke forcefully, everyone could see her embarrassment and reluctance at the moment.

At this time, Qin Qing also stood up, looked at the place where the voice came from, and said softly with a slight smile on her face: "I didn't come here today to smash the scene, but to reconcile. Everyone can see that, I have learned to draw, and the time will not be shorter than you, and I won you just now, and I won't win by force. My eyesight is not convenient, and I can't take the position of Minister of Art. I hope today's competition can clear up our suspicions."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand towards him.

Rather than squeeze out the position of the old members and enter the group to be hated by others, she hopes to reach a reconciliation with the girl who is staunch but very upright in front of her.

Bo Ling didn't speak for a while, the corners of his eyes were a little red, which made his facial features more delicate and charming.

"She's right. Not everyone is capable of being a minister in a short period of time."