The proficiency life of rebirth

Chapter 59 Ultraviolet flashlight, drawing

"stop!"

Seeing Xu Dongjun sticking out her sinful pig's trotters towards the notebook on her desk, Lin Xiaomiao's expression changed drastically immediately, she got up from the soft bed like lightning, and came to him in the blink of an eye, wanting to Take the notebook from his hand.

"Why are you so excited? There can't be any hidden secrets in it, right?"

Xu Dongjun laughed mischievously, the gossip flame in his heart burning brightly.

He threw the Pikachu doll in his arms on the table at will, and got up from the chair one after another. Relying on his own height advantage, he raised his hands high and opened the notebook in his hand at once.

But the purpose of entry is all some English words and mathematical formulas, and there are no secrets.

And at this moment, Lin Xiaomiao, who rushed towards him, immediately hung on his body, struggling hard on him, constantly climbing, trying to snatch the notebook in his hand.

"Stop, stop, I'll give it back to you."

Feeling the softness on his body, Xu Dongjun cried out loudly.

He stuffed the notebook in Lin Xiaomiao's hands, and urged, "Get off me quickly."

"Hmph! Let you peek at my things."

Lin Xiaomiao, who took back the diary, slowly climbed off him, but halfway down, Dai Mei frowned: "Xu Dongjun, take your hand away."

"hand?"

Xu Dongjun's hand didn't touch her.

Angrily, he picked her up with both hands, threw her directly on the bed, awkwardly returned to the seat, and picked up Pikachu on the table and put it on his lap.

No matter how dull Lin Xiaomiao was, she also noticed Xu Dongjun's strangeness at this moment, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she said dumbfounded: "Just now..."

Xu Dongjun glared at her angrily and said nothing.

"But I remember you when you were a child..."

Lin Xiaomiao used her right hand to compare a stick man's finger that was about to explode, shamelessly.

"Gun, get out!"

Xu Dongjun was extremely embarrassed, and at the same time he warned himself: he and she were no longer children after all, and it was time to keep the distance they deserved.

"Hahaha……"

Lin Xiaomiao laughed heartily, and the momentary embarrassment was just fooled away.

Xu Dongjun regained his composure, and threw the Pikachu in his hand towards Lin Xiaomiao, hitting her in the face just in time.

Lin Xiaomiao stuck out her tongue again and again and said, "Bah, bah, bah! This Pikachu is dirty by you, I don't want it, I give it to you."

She threw Pikachu back at him.

"Don't forget it, I'll put it away with reluctance."

Xu Dongjun didn't want to get entangled in this aspect, so he put Pikachu aside and looked at the notebook in her hand: "Isn't it just some English and math notes, do you need to be so excited?"

"Leave me alone."

Lin Xiaomiao said with a stiff neck, and then came to him with bare feet, asked him to move away a little, opened the drawer under the desk, and carefully put the notebook inside.

Xu Dongjun glanced casually, keenly saw a small ultraviolet flashlight in her drawer, and immediately understood...

No wonder she was so nervous that the notebook was just some English and math notes. It turned out that he hadn't seen the real content.

"Don't touch my things."

Lin Xiaomiao grinned her canine teeth and threatened him, "Or I'll bite you to death."

"Don't worry, I don't intend to risk my life with you. The rabies vaccine I took last year expired, and I haven't received a new vaccine yet." Xu Dongjun said with a smile, looking at the natural tooth marks on his wrist.

Lin Xiaomiao: "It's good to know... Wait, are you saying I'm a dog?"

Xu Dongjun laughed and said, "What do you think?"

"Smelly Xu Dongjun!"

Lin Xiaomiao made a gesture to let him know that she is not easy to mess with.

But Xu Dongjun was well prepared and ducked out of the room.

When he left Lin Xiaomiao's boudoir, he happened to meet Lin Youwei who was returning home.

"Uncle Lin!"

"Dongjun, you're here."

Lin Youwei, who put on his exclusive slippers, stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder and praised him: "Not bad. I've grown taller again, and I've become a lot stronger."

Xu Dongjun said modestly: "It's okay. My current height is only a little short of 1.8 meters."

He pretended invisibly.

But some people just don't like him.

Lin Xiaomiao muttered, "Why are you so tall? Hanging clothes?"

Xu Dongjun: "..."

"Dad, you came back empty-handed? Didn't you bring back something delicious?"

Lin Xiaomiao, who slipped to Lin Youwei's side, took the pocket in his hand: "Why are they all drawing paper and drawing boards?"

Lin Youwei laughed: "You just know how to eat. How can your father be regarded as a literati and poet? Can't you draw something once in a while to cultivate your sentiment? You refuse to let you learn to draw."

Lin Xiaomiao retorted: "Old Lin, look at what you said. As your daughter, I am also artistic. I just don't like your painting style. I like comics."

Lin Youwei said: "Okay, let me see your style later. Dongjun, are you interested in drawing one? I remember you were very talented in drawing when you were young."

Xu Dongjun smiled and said, "Yes."

At this time, Wang Dongmei walked out of the kitchen carrying a casserole.

Lin Youwei greeted her with a smile.

Wang Dongmei, who put the casserole on the dining table, glared at him and complained, "You haven't been able to draw for 800 years, but now you have to draw again."

Lin Youwei smiled unabated: "Don't you just like my literary style? I will cultivate my sentiment more in the future."

"Virtue!"

Wang Dongmei gave him a blank look.

Xu Dongjun was speechless. He felt that he hadn't eaten much yet, but he was already a little full.

Wang Dongmei quickly diverted her attention and said, "Lin Xiaomiao, have you finished your homework?"

Lin Xiaomiao was not confident enough and said: "I finished writing it in school."

She had indeed finished her homework, but she couldn't stand up in front of Comrade Wang Dongmei.

Lin Youwei stepped forward in time, adjusted the atmosphere, and said, "Oh, Comrade Wang Dongmei. Today Dongjun came to be a guest with great difficulty, so let the two children relax."

"Row!"

Wang Dongmei glanced at Xu Dongjun, and finally chose to take a step back: "I'm busy in the kitchen. Dongjun, let Xiaomiao and Uncle Lin accompany you."

Xu Dongjun smiled and said, "Aunt Wang, you are busy."

As Wang Dongmei walked into the kitchen, Lin Youwei led Xu Dongjun out to the balcony, took out the drawing board and drawing paper, pointed to a pot of sunflowers in the corner and said, "Come on, let Uncle Lin see if your drawing skills have deteriorated?"

Xu Dongjun said: "It should be regressing, after all, I haven't painted for a long time."

In this regard, he has nothing to hide. A step back is a step back. After all, he has never thought of being a painter, and painting is just a random behavior, not even a hobby.

"Your Uncle Lin hasn't painted for a long time, so let us see who regresses the most."

Lin Youwei laughed.

Then, together with Xu Dongjun, we moved the chairs and sat down, mixing the paint.

The moment he picked up the paintbrush, a familiar green light appeared in front of Xu Dongjun.

He called up the system light screen and took a look...

Drawing ability: lv17. (666/17000)
He didn't expect that he had practiced painting under Lin Youwei for a period of time in elementary school and junior high school, and had never touched a paintbrush for many years in his past and present lives, and now he still has painting skills beyond ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)