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Chapter 426 Drawing a Butterfly

After Gu Qingning finished her homework, it was almost dark outside.

I stood up and stretched my waist. I stretched my muscles too hard, and it hurt a little.

"Ah..." Gu Qingning covered the pain, and didn't dare to yell too loudly for fear of affecting Ye Huaichu, so she stretched on the spot a few times.

Fortunately, it is not very serious, and the pain will disappear after a while.

When I came back, I took the homework paper in my hand, looked at it with satisfaction, "As expected of me, the writing is awesome."

The awesomeness here is not because Gu Qingning is confident that the content she wrote is very good, but because she praises how awesome her writing is.

Gu Qingning is not a student. Compared with her classmates in the school, she can only be regarded as a middle-of-the-road talent.

In the school, the only thing Gu Qingning could do was the beautiful handwriting she wrote.

Early the next morning, Gu Qingning handed over her homework to Qi Yang.

This was the first time she handed in homework, and it was also the first time Qi Yang saw her handwriting.

Looking at it carefully, Qi Yang put down the paper, and boasted: "Gu girl, your handwriting is really good, have you practiced it yourself on weekdays?"

Thinking of the Buddhist scriptures he had copied when he was at the mansion, Gu Qingning nodded: "Yes, I have practiced."

"Not bad, your handwriting is really good. Let me tell you, your handwriting is the most beautiful in our school."

Gu Qingning has read the handwriting of other students in the school, some of them are fairly readable, some of them are not so good, and some of them, he probably didn't recognize what they wrote after reading it himself.

The same goes for Ye Xunnan's characters, which are like ghostly drawn symbols and cannot be read clearly.

It’s okay for him to write seriously. When he is in a hurry, he may not even know what he is writing.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Gu Qingning was a little embarrassed by Qi Yang's praise, "Master, if there is nothing else, Ningning will go back to school first."

"Well, go ahead, tell them by the way, I will recite this afternoon, and everyone has to recite the Tao Te Ching. After passing the test, I will teach new content."

"It's Master."

Gu Qingning returned to the school and told them what the master said.

There was a burst of mourning in the school, Gu Qingning smiled and returned to her seat.

In the morning, it is full of drawing class and another appreciation class, which is much more relaxed and interesting than literature class.

Literature class consumes brain power, and martial arts class consumes physical strength. These classes are just fun.

"Miss Qingning, what are you painting? It doesn't look like a butterfly, and it doesn't look like a dragonfly." Pei Suyuan leaned halfway over with a brush in his hand, and stared hard at the canvas in front of Gu Qingning.

Gu Qingning said: "Don't look at it, this is a butterfly. Ningning doesn't draw it very often, so it's a little more abstract."

In fact, if you look closely, you can still see the shadow of a butterfly.

"It's pretty good, just practice more, practice makes perfect." Pei Suyuan laughed twice, "What I said just now is actually not to laugh at you. The butterflies I drew by myself are not as good as yours. ,Do not show you."

Before seeing Pei Suyuan's painting, Gu Qingning didn't believe what he said.

Anyway, Pei Suyuan has taken so many more classes than her, so he can't draw worse than her, right?

When she saw Pei Suyuan's painting, she really believed his words.

The one that Pei Suyuan painted is not called a butterfly, it is so small that you can't even see what it looks like with its wings.

It can barely be regarded as a fly.

(End of this chapter)