So, for the next few days, the little boy practically forgot to eat and sleep, painting furiously in his little studio.

The cubs are no longer the clueless newbies they were on day one.

The kids nowadays know,

If you want to draw a living being that can move freely in reality

Therefore, the model must be drawn on special paper.

otherwise,

When mental energy is exhausted, the little life depicted in the model will disappear, just like the little dog Baodu.

It will take a tremendous amount of effort to restore it.

Although Bao didn't actually feel it would take much effort, he still listened to what Shi Hu said.

But it's too difficult, it's really too difficult!

When Bao was drawing dogs for himself before, he didn't think that drawing was such a difficult thing.

But now, when preparing small gifts for her baby, the little one feels dissatisfied with no matter how she draws them.

It was clearly drawn by copying, but the little horse just looked terribly off. The cub stared at its 20th wasted sheet of paper.

Her little shoulders slumped in dejection, her chubby little hands so sad she could barely hold her paintbrush.

How could this happen?

How come you can't even draw a pony properly?

They had already tried so hard.

Hands are all tied up~

But they couldn't produce a single decent one.

So when Mu Ze opened the door, what he saw was a cub that was usually so cheerful, now huddled in a corner like a gloomy little mushroom, withdrawn and isolated.

To others, Mu Ze, who has yet to recover, remains a gloomy, severely traumatized former genius.

However, in front of the cubs, Mu Ze felt a kind of... idol baggage.

He didn't want the cubs to see his bad side.

So before each meeting with the cubs, he would try his best to calm himself down.

He should be in his best condition to see his baby.

But no matter what his baby is doing...

Logically speaking, given the cub's carefree and easygoing nature, there shouldn't be anything that could bother her.

But now, I don't know what injustice she suffered.

It huddled up pitifully in a little ball, hugging its short arms and poking its chubby fingers in circles on the floor.

Judging from her appearance, she must be feeling very wronged.

Who bullied his child?

Mu Ze walked up and placed his slender, fair fingers on the cub's pink head.

"Who upset our little one? Why do they look so sad?"

The cub felt the familiar weight on its head, and with that familiar voice, it knew almost without turning around that it was its third senior brother.

The child was fine on his own originally.

But once someone coaxes you, things will be fine.

The next second, Mu Ze saw a certain cub with two fried eggs on its head, turning around with teary eyes.

She stretched out her two little arms to him with a pitiful look on her face.

"Third Senior Brother~ Waaah~ Hug me~"

Who could resist such cubs?

Mu Ze was definitely not going to do it, and his body had already acted before his reason. He easily picked up the small bundle on the ground and put it into his arms.

The cub suddenly felt like it had found a protector.

With a soft splat, she clung to Mu Ze's shoulder like a soft little rice cake.

The sobs that had been held back for so long were no longer suppressed.

The cub felt incredibly wronged; it had clearly tried its best to draw.

He clearly worked very, very hard.

But I just can't draw it well!

Bibi is disobedient.

My hands won't listen to me either~

There's not enough time left.

The cub felt more and more aggrieved.

She lifted her little head and sat on her third senior brother's arm.

Waving their little hands, they even kick their chubby little feet to express their excitement when they're excited.

The cub was chattering away, complaining to its third senior brother.

Mu Ze listened to the cub's childish complaints.

Seeing her little face flush red with anger,

I just felt both soft-hearted and amused.

"Is Bibi really that bad?"

The cub clenched its tiny fists tightly and nodded vigorously.

They really are that bad!

They don't listen at all.

He doesn't listen to Baodu at all~

Awooooo~

The cub grew increasingly sad and angry as it thought about it.

"How about your third senior brother teaches Bibi a lesson for you?"

Although Mu Ze was unaware of his identity in the cultivation world.

However, he readily accepted the cub's address to him and also referred to himself as the Third Senior Brother, so the title stuck.

Meanwhile, he heard that his third senior brother was going to help him teach Bibi a lesson.

The cub clumsily wiped its teary eyes with its chubby little hands and asked, sobbing,

"What, how should I teach him a lesson?"

"For example, could you break it into pieces, cut it in half, and then throw it right into the trash can?"

The cub was confused.

After realizing what was happening, a look of anxiety even appeared on the cub's face.

"No, no, beep~"

He kept sniffing, his two chubby little hands waving so anxiously they were practically blurry.

"Although, although Bibi and the others are very bad."

It seems they just don't listen to Bao.

They will still listen to their third senior brother.

And Mu Shihu,

And ginger crisps too!

Uncle Jiang is the old man's assistant.

Watching the cub sob as it earnestly counted off its chubby little fingers one by one.

Mu Ze has a very soft heart.

But he still didn't continue speaking along with the cub's words.

He feigned hesitation.

"But the pen is for the baby."

Bibi spends the most time with Zai Zai.

Why don't you listen to your child?

Is this pen just too bad?

"Then it still needs to be replaced."

Upon hearing this, the cub shook its head repeatedly.

"It's not a 'duh,' it's not a 'duh'~ It's just that my little one is too clumsy and can't use the pen properly~"

The cub became extremely sad again when it came to this.

In the end, it's still because the treasure is useless~

Seeing the cub looking like it was about to get sad again,

Mu Ze wiped away the cub's tears.

"Don't cry, baby."

Everything should be done step by step.

"Haste makes waste."

"What, what looks like hot beans? Wow~" Although the cub couldn't understand the following words, she was already very familiar with the word "eat."

He even drooled all over himself while talking.

Mu Ze chuckled but did not answer.

He placed the cub on the chair, picked up some scraps of paper, and examined them one by one, asking gently,

"Does your little one have something urgent to do?"

I remember your teacher, Master Mu, seemed to have taught you to start by drawing circles.

But why are you drawing ponies now?

The cub lowered its head upon hearing this.

The two chubby little fingers touched each other guiltily.

Mu Shih-hu instructed her to start with the most basic pen control techniques.

But, but Bao wants to give Guoguo a gift~

Time is running out.

After hearing the cub's explanation,

Mu Ze paused, holding the paper.

He didn't say anything in the end.

"Then this time, your third senior brother will give you a quick way to master it, but this will only be once."

The cub immediately raised its head in surprise.

The next second, the sugar-coated bullet was launched.

"Third Senior Brother, you're the best! I love you so much~"

What could Mu Ze do when he was covered in smears? He could only helplessly rub the little head of the cub in his arms.

With the help of his third senior brother,

The cub quickly got a perfect foal.

That's right.

It was drawn!