"The principal really hit the nail on the head."
"Let's just sit back and watch this thug make a fool of himself, hehehe…"
"Hahaha…"
"…"
A lot of students were bent over, clutching their stomachs with laughter, faces full of contempt and mockery.
The campus security guards were already getting ready to grab him.
"Old man, you're hilarious. Drawing and writing need some kind of special hand? This is honestly the first time I've heard that."
Zhang Bin said, "Then take a look—can I draw and write or not?"
As he spoke, he picked up a pen in each hand and began to write and draw in bold strokes.
His Speed was unbelievably fast.
A stunningly beautiful painting gradually appeared.
It was a portrait of a breathtakingly beautiful girl—that girl was Zhang Lele.
The background was simple: just the main gate scene of Qing Mountain University.
Basically, it was a commemorative painting.
But the picture was too beautiful, too realistic.
