One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 3499: Is she a joke, or a myth?

Qin painting and calligraphy could not help but admire Qi Ruyan secretly in his heart.

Don't look at Ruyan, who is small and not tall, but his heart is one of the most powerful.

The idea that I just came up with casually can make the surname Song play ~ in the palm of my hand.

If she thinks about it, she must have only one trick to get her aunt to give a low score, but Qi Ruyan is using ink sticks as hands and feet and rice paper as hands and feet. The little **** surnamed Song couldn't stop writing, and he wasted a lot of time all of a sudden.

Soon, the little **** will be in a mess, right? Ha ha!

Qin Shuhua looked at his work proudly, and was about to finish it. There was only one window left in the dome of Notre Dame, which could be finished in a few minutes.

And the little bitch? Haha, haven't written yet?

Qin painting and calligraphy happily continued to create.

At this moment.

Seeing through the conspiracy of Qin's calligraphy and painting, Song Song's expression became solemn.

No, she can't go to the teacher for help anymore, she doesn't have time to toss and change paint and paper.

She has only one way - that is to make mistakes and use this waste paper to create a picture that everyone does not expect.

Concentrated, she reconsidered.

It took her ten minutes to reimagine the picture.

The judges on the stage were surprised that there was only one girl in the audience, and until the last moment, the paper was still blank.

Media reporters were also very interested and turned their cameras on Song Song, wondering what medicine she was selling in her gourd, why didn't she write?

And the most enjoyable one should belong to Professor Qin.

She sneered: "A scumbag who skips classes every day and makes outrageous words in my class, coming to the competition is a joke! Does she think elegant art is the same as her third-rate comics? Shame! She can't even mention a pen. Well."

On the cheerleading team, Hadano was nervous.

He had a feeling that Song Song must be in trouble, otherwise he wouldn't stop writing halfway.

Unfortunately, he was in the audience and could not leave the field. He only directed the cheerleading team and kept waving banners to cheer. However, due to the restrictions of the competition rules, he was limited to waving banners and could not make speech.

When he heard his aunt's acerbic comments on the judge's seat, Qin Ye's always sunny and enthusiastic face sank——

Jokes?

Whether it's a joke or a myth, it doesn't count until the last second!

Qin Ye stared closely at Song Song's every move and was worried for her.

In the last ten minutes, Song Song finally picked up the pen!

I saw her unfolding the scroll with one hand and holding the pen diagonally with the other hand, dancing rapidly.

The whole person is full of calm and quiet aura, so that Qin Ye, who is far away in the auditorium, can feel a kind of comfort like a spring breeze.

I don't know what Song Song painted? Why does she look so stretched, confident, and radiant like a goddess.

Hain Ye was suddenly very curious.

He's so contradictory! Not only was he worried that the time was too fast, and Song Song would not have time to finish the painting; he was also worried that the time was too slow, and he would have to wait for a long time to see Song Song's works.

In his contradictory expectations, time finally passed minute by minute.

Song Song stopped writing a second before the game stopped!

Qin Ye breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that the whole person had a feeling of collapse: It's great, Song Song's work has been completed, and there are no regrets.

On the contrary, Professor Qin, Qin Shuhua, and Qi Ruyan in the audience all frowned: That **** actually finished painting? !