There was a piece of paper that Zhou Yao randomly graffitied on the drawing board.

The chaotic colors challenge people's aesthetics.

However, what appeared in Zhou Yao's eyes at this time was a stunning painting.

The colorful colors bloomed with beautiful flowers.

Takes all his vision.

In a trance, he seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers coming from the air.

“…Okay, so beautiful!”

Zhou Yao murmured.

A little intoxicated in his eyes.

...

This painting gave Zhou Yao a great impact.

...

"Well enough."

The scholar didn't seem very satisfied.

"You've been scribbling before."

"It's changed to this."

...

Zhou Yao blinked.

It took a long time to realize what the other person said.

"……ah?!"

He screamed.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?"

The old lady asked concerned about the question outside the door, "Why do you scream so loud?"

"fine!"

Zhou Yao blurted out.

He had forgotten his vigilance to the scholar who appeared inexplicably.

His face was full of shock.

He stuttered when he spoke.

"This is the painting I just did-"

He swallowed, "Change it?"

...

"You're not called painting at all."

The scholar looked disgusted.

...

Zhou Yao didn't care about the other party's complaints.

After all, the other party is telling the truth.

He was scribbling around before.

I didn't think about drawing anything.

It's more like a trial writing.

so……

I can change such a painting that is not a painting to such a beautiful painting now...

"You are so awesome!"

Zhou Yao was amazed.

"Are you a master of painting?"

......

The scholar's eyes flashed.

“…I’m not that powerful yet.”

......

"No, you're really awesome."

Zhou Yao approached the drawing board.

“How did it do it?”

"I can't tell at all that it was my previous casual graffiti..."

Each flower above looks like they are.

Instead of being transformed by the acquired ones.

"So amazing, so amazing..."

The more you look at it, the more shocked Zhou Yao was.

The same words were said unconsciously over and over again.

“It’s so awesome…”

"How did you do it-"

"I can teach you."

The scholar looked at Zhou Yao.

"……ah?"

Zhou Yao was stunned for a moment.

"……What did you say?"

"Don't you want to know how this painting was drawn?"

The scholar laughed, "I will teach you."

...

"You, teach me?!"

Zhou Yao's words were not straightforward.

"I, can I learn it?"

How could he draw such a painting?

Zhou Yao doubted whether he could do it or not.

...

"I'll teach you."

A confident look appeared on the scholar's face, "You can definitely do it."

Zhou Yao was moved.

He clenched his fists.

The heartbeats very fast.

Can he really... draw such a painting?

His eyes were fixed on the painting.

His eyes were still full of stunning, but the light of desire was full of oozing.

"……well!"

...

That day, Zhou Yao had an art teacher.

He was very excited to introduce the scholar to his grandfather and grandma.

"...I will explain to you to your grandparents... I just said that you were brought in by me..."

"Otherwise, grandparents will definitely not agree with me learning to draw with you..."

Although he was clearly talking about something troubled, Zhou Yao looked excited.
To be continued...