Cheng Maixiang had heard of the comic strip she was talking about in her previous life. This was the longest comic strip since the advent of the comic strip format, and it was the joint effort of many painters, including Chinese painting masters such as Wang Shuhui. If anyone had such a complete set of comic strips, collectors would pay a sky-high price for it.

"So you like painting?"

In her previous life, Cheng Maixiang loved painting and especially reading comics. After coming to this world, she began to use her painting skills to design clothes. Therefore, she has a natural liking for people who like painting and feels like they are soulmates.

"Yeah," Lu Chengcheng nodded a little embarrassedly, "but my family doesn't approve. They think painting is useless. Instead of wasting time on this, why not do something useful?"

When the People's Republic of China was first established, comic strips became an important means of educating the people because they were easy to understand. With the strong support of the state, comic strips developed rapidly.

However, in the past decade, all walks of life have been greatly affected. During this period, the creation of comic strips was basically stagnant. It was not until the past few years that there were signs of recovery, but it was not taken seriously.

"Who says painting is useless?" Cheng Maixiang refuted her with a smile. "Comic strips are vigorously promoted by the country, and they also enrich the spiritual and cultural life of the masses. When have you ever seen the country promote something useless?"

Lu Chengcheng looked up in surprise and joy. It was the first time she heard someone comment on a comic strip in this way. She immediately felt that Cheng Maixiang was really a close friend.

"Actually, to be honest, I like painting too. Look at the clothes I'm wearing, they're all designed by me. This is all thanks to my painting skills. Without people who can paint, how would the working people have clothes to wear? People who say painting is useless, don't they even have clothes to wear?"

Lu Chengcheng stared blankly at the clothes on Cheng Maixiang, and suddenly her eyes became clear. She had never thought that painting had such a close relationship with the lives of ordinary people. So it was not shameful for her to like painting. On the contrary, it was a very honorable thing.

A smile slowly appeared on Lu Chengcheng's face. She quickly took out a few sheets of paper from her schoolbag and handed them to Cheng Maixiang, "Maizi, can you help me take a look at my drawing? How is it?"

Cheng Maixiang flipped through the paintings in her hands one by one. They were all line drawings, but the painter was very clever. The simple lines vividly outlined the shape and charm of things.

When she saw the last two pictures, Cheng Maixiang couldn't help but open her eyes wide. Lu Chengcheng then reacted and was about to take out the paintings, but Cheng Maixiang smiled and returned the paintings to her.

"Thank you for drawing Peiling and me so beautifully. If you show her the painting, she will be so happy."

Lu Chengcheng smiled embarrassedly. She really admired the two of them. She had been secretly observing them since she entered school and had drawn portraits of them.

"Your painting skills are very good, I am ashamed of myself," Cheng Maixiang said sincerely, "If you really like painting, I suggest you try to contribute to our school newspaper and use your paintings to depict our colorful university life."