Infinite Waste Pick-up System

One hour later, Bai Qiong put down his brush. This was his fastest speed. After all, the sketch exam usually provided three hours of examination time.    

He looked at his finished product. The girl in the painting had a beautiful figure, elegant posture, and was slim and graceful. The girl gently lifted a strand of her hair, making her look even more charming.    

If he were to grade his painting, even if it wasn't 100, it would still be 99!    

Only a perfect sketch could match a woman as perfect as Ming Xinyue!    

Bai Qiong let out a sigh of relief. He turned to look at Liu Fann, only to find that Liu Fann had also stopped writing and was quietly looking at him.    

"You finished painting?"    

Liu Fann yawned again. Last night, the Little Wolfdog woke him up in the middle of the night, causing him to be in a bad mood this morning.    

Bai Qiong sneered and said, "You finished drawing too? Or did you just draw blindly?"    

Liu Fann finished ten minutes earlier than Bai Qiong, but in Bai Qiong's view, Liu Fann would definitely lose!    

Judging from Liu Fann's painting speed and the way he drew, Bai Qiong was sure that Liu Fann did not know how to draw!    

"Just take it as me drawing blindly. "    

Liu Fann smiled casually and stretched his body.    

"It's finally over. The face-slapping scene is coming!"    

"When I think about Liu Fann's sad face, I feel a little pity for him. "    

"Who is to blame? Isn't it just asking for trouble if a layman wants to compete with us in terms of professionalism?"    

. . . ""    

Xiaolan quickly helped Ming Xinyue up and softly complained, "Sister Xinyue, Why do you have to sit there motionlessly for an hour? Liu Fann might have drawn you into something ugly!"    

Ming Xinyue smiled playfully. "It's fine. I can still bear this bit of tiredness while exploring Liu Fann's mysterious path. "    

Mysterious path. . .    

The corners of Xiaolan's eyes trembled. Sister Xinyue was indeed interested in Liu Fann.    

If Ms Lyi knew about it, she did not know how sad she would be.    

At this time, it was time to announce the results. Bai Qiong took the drawing board and walked towards Ming Xinyue.    

Liu Fann took out a jar of Walnut Beverages to help himself recover his spirit.    

Zhang Hee, who was behind him, was still stunned on the spot. He had a shocked look on his face.    

However, no one noticed his expression.    

"Ming Xinyue, look at my painting. Are you satisfied?"    

Bai Qiong showed his painting to Ming Xinyue.    

Ming Xinyue glanced at it and was slightly surprised. She nodded and praised, "Yes, you are indeed talented!"    

Xiaolan also took a look and her eyes immediately revealed worry.    

Bai Qiong's work was simply like a picture. It was too realistic.    

What about Liu Fann, could he really do it?    

Bai Qiong smiled proudly. "It's my honor to be praised by a beautiful woman. Then I'll give this painting to you. "    

Ming Xinyue smiled gratefully. She did not refuse nor agree. Instead, her eyes stared at Liu Fann, who was still drinking at the side.    

"Liu Fann, you are not coming over. Do you want me to ask Xiaolan to invite you over?"    

Ming Xinyue smiled and walked over. The smile on her lips was like a knife.    

Liu Fann drank a mouthful of Walnut Beverage. He turned to Zhang Hee behind him and said, "Zhang Hee, let Ming Xinyue take a look at my painting. "    

Zhang Hee nodded excitedly. He carefully picked up the drawing board and handed it to Ming Xinyue.    

"How dare you call me Big Sister? You. . . "    

Ming Xinyue was about to get angry, but in the next second, she was stunned. Her eyes were completely attracted by the painting in front of her.    

This was an indescribable painting.    

The young girl in a long dress looked out the window with her hand supporting her cheek. The side of her face perfectly displayed the beauty of the lines. Every stroke was just right.    

Especially that pair of eyes, half filled with sorrow and half with hope. This was precisely the finishing touch of a painting. The character's line of sight corresponded to the window, and the contrast between the light and shadow made her feel as if she had returned to her youth of seventeen or eighteen years old in an instant.    

At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind. . .    

Love!