The almighty daughter pretends to be weak and seeks a big boss to back her up.

Lan Xinnuo looked at the destroyed blackboard and cursed, "Who the hell did this?"

This blackboard newspaper took Yu Wenyin a long time to prepare. Last night, she returned to the dormitory very late, and now it was ruined like this.

Yu Wenyin almost cried when she looked at the ruined blackboard newspaper.

"Who is so boring?"

While comforting Yu Wenyin, Qi Zhihui said, "What should we do? In more than an hour, people from the student union of the school will come to check and accept it."

“If we don’t deliver the work, that’s it.”

Lan Xinnuo looked at Yu Wenyin, who was almost crying, "Wenyin, don't worry, we will think of a solution later."

"Can you draw it again?"

Yu Wenyin shook her head, "I can draw, but it's too late. Besides, after I finished drawing, I deleted the sample I prepared yesterday."

"If I prepare again and finish the blackboard report, it will take at least half a day, and my drawing speed is still very slow."

Lan Xinnuo stopped talking after hearing this. In fact, she just asked with a little luck. Yesterday, she knew Yu Wenyin's ability.

She hadn't touched a paintbrush for a long time, and her hands were already rusty, and there was still a difference between drawing a blackboard newspaper and painting.

If Nan Yu hadn't encouraged her to come yesterday, she wouldn't have participated in this competition at all.

Yu Wenyin added: "I heard that if the blackboard report is not submitted within the stipulated time, our medical school will be criticized, and we may have to deduct credits."

Qi Zhihui: "It is a trivial matter for us to deduct credits, but it will bring shame to our entire medical school. Others thought that our medical school could not get a ranking, but now we can't even produce any works."

Lan Xinnuo was so angry that she wanted to go crazy, "Don't let me know who did it, I won't make it easy for her."

After Lan Xinuo finished speaking, she found that Nan Yu had been standing nearby silently, her slender hands clicking quickly on the phone, wondering what she was doing, "Nan Yu, what are you doing?"

Nan Yu tapped the phone for the last time with her fingertips, raised her head and said, "Wen Yin, I just sent you something. Please follow the instructions above."

Then he turned to Qi Zhihui and Lan Xinuo and said, "You two, pack your things and follow what I gave you."

After Nan Yu finished speaking, he picked up something and drew on the blackboard.

Lan Xinnuo looked at Nan Yu's skillful movements and the patterns that gradually formed outlines in her brush strokes. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She reacted for a long time before saying, "Nan Yu, you actually... can also draw? "

Also expressing shock were Qi Zhihui and Yu Wenyin.

Lan Xinnuo looked at the two of them, "Did you know she can draw?"

The two shook their heads in unison. Yu Wenyin looked at Nan Yu's skillful techniques and said, "Judging from the things she painted, she has been painting for at least longer than me, and quite a lot."

Qi Zhihui sighed, "But even if Nan Yu could draw, she still wouldn't be able to finish it."

"There is only about an hour left. Wen Yin and Nan Yu will need at least three hours together."

Yu Wenyin agreed.

Then they heard Nan Yu say: "If you linger, you won't be able to finish the painting."

There is a cold quality in her voice, but it is as pleasant as the paintings she draws.

The three of them seemed to have come back to their senses at this moment, and quickly started to act according to Nan Yu's instructions.

........

Fifty minutes later, Lan Xinnuo, Qi Zhihui, and Yu Wenyin stood in front of the completed blackboard newspaper, eyes wide open like motionless statues.

Looking at the time again, she actually finished drawing the poster so quickly?

That's less than an hour.

After remaining still for a few minutes, Lan Xinnuo, who was always impatient, took the lead in attacking Nan Yu, "Nan Yu, you know how to draw? You didn't tell us?"

Nan Yuzai carefully washed off the colorful things on his hands, wiped them with a tissue, and said casually: "The night Ou Jingjing said this, I told you that I can draw!"

After hearing this, Lan Xinnuo carefully recalled the conversation that night, and it seemed that there was something like that, "But, you also said that you are not good at painting."

Lan Xinnuo said, pointing to the completed poster, "Isn't that good?"

Nan Yu glanced at the newspaper and said, "It's really not that good."

three people:"......"

They know what it means to tell lies with their eyes open.

Yu Wenyin: "Nan Yu, if what you drew is not good, what I drew is not even trash."

Yu Wenyin has also been painting since elementary school. Although she hasn’t put much effort into it, she still has the ability to appreciate and evaluate.

Although what Nan Yu drew was just a simple blackboard newspaper, although it was not very simple, it can only be said that it did not fully highlight her level.

But it can still be seen that Nan Yu is definitely a master in terms of his painting skills and the emotions expressed in his brushstrokes.

Each of her strokes seemed to carry a story, which was very similar to a painter she liked very much. There seemed to be many things hidden in the paintings.

Lan Xinnuo stood in front of the blackboard with his waist clasped, as if he were a goalkeeper.

Qi Zhihui and Yu Wenyin looked at her very funny action and couldn't help laughing, "Xinnuo, what are you doing with this posture? Football goalkeeper?"

Lan Xinnuo stared forward, "What can I do? Guard the newspaper!"

"Think about it, if Nan Yu's paintings are so good, there must be many people coming to destroy them. I have to stay here until the school comes to check and accept them."

Qi Zhihui and Yu Wenyin nodded in agreement, "You're right."

Then the two of them joined Lan Xinnuo.

Nan Yu on the side looked at their somewhat nervous movements, "..."

........

Two days later, when Nan Yu and the others were resting after military training, a classmate took a cell phone and said excitedly to everyone: "The results of the blackboard competition are out!"

However, his excited voice failed to stir up any trouble in front of a group of college students who had been exposed to the rays of the sun for nearly a morning.

The classmate looked at everyone who had no reaction and said, "Aren't you curious about the results of the competition?"

A man lying on the ground, resting with his eyes closed, took off the hat that was used to protect his face from the sun. "What did I think it was? It's just a game result. How can you be so excited?"

Another classmate approached impatiently, "That's right, just come out when you come out. What's the fuss about?"

"Anyway, the champion will definitely not be from our medical school, it will definitely be from Nangong Academy, or even worse, it will be from the Academy of Fine Arts of our Imperial Academy."

But that shouldn't be possible.

The classmate holding the mobile phone looked at them and said, "Then you guessed wrong. You would never guess who the overall champion of the two schools is?"

Lan Xinnuo, who was leaning on Qi Zhihui, heard the movement here and asked, "Who is it?"

As she spoke, she took out her phone with squinted eyes and opened the competition result notification. The moment she saw the results, she who was still tired suddenly woke up and said, "I'm going!"

Lan Xinnuo's voice immediately frightened everyone. The classmates who had just used their hats to cover the sun and wanted to sleep looked at the excited Lan Xinnuo, "Lan Xinnuo, what on earth do you want to do? Aren't you tired? ?”

Lan Xinnuo: "Why are you tired? I am full of energy now."

Nan Yu, who was leaning aside with his eyes closed, couldn't bear all the noise, so he finally opened his eyes, frowned and looked at Lan Xinnuo, "Lan Xinnuo, have you taken the chicken blood?"

Lan Xinnuo handed the phone directly to her, "Nan Yu, look, the winner of the blackboard newspaper competition is our medical school."

"The first place in the military training blackboard report jointly organized by Nangong College and Imperial College is the medical school of Imperial College!"