Painters make a living by painting, so the skills are needless to say, but this... painting state..., that is something you can only encounter by chance.
Song Nan's situation is just the opposite. Song Nan possesses the purest painting realm in the world, but her painting skills are indeed visibly clumsy.
Painting is not something that can be mastered overnight. Although Song Nan is very talented in learning anything, her body does not allow her to practice painting for a long time. As a result, Song Nan now knows a lot of techniques but cannot use them skillfully.
Song Nan didn't know what those great scholars were surprised about. After so many physical examinations, Song Nan's studies were not always smooth sailing, and those related to physical strength were even worse.
In terms of emotional intelligence in Chile, Song Nan can be regarded as the leader, but there is no such perfect person in the world.
So, by now, Song Nan was obviously exhausted.
Song Nan's face turned as pale as paper, and beads of sweat gathered into strands, flowing down Song Nan's face and into his clothes.
Song Nan pursed her lips firmly. She wanted to persevere and finish the painting, but her trembling arms were soon noticed by those who were carefully observing Song Nan's paintings.
"Miss Song?" Zeng Jizong was the most attentive among these people. He was the first to notice Song Nan's abnormality and called out to her with concern.
Song Nan shook his head: "It's okay with me."
Everyone finally woke up from their dream and went to see Song Nan.
When they saw Song Nan's pale face, coupled with his rare and stunning face, people couldn't help but feel pity for him.
"Miss Song, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Although Wang Qiwen was usually a bit slow-witted, he never hesitated when faced with a problem. He hurriedly asked someone to drag a chair over, "Miss Song, hurry up, sit down!"
Wang Qiwen anxiously forced Song Nan to sit on the chair and let her rest.
Song Nan was helpless. His throat had become hoarse from not drinking water for a long time and he could hardly breathe out, so he did not come out to stop Wang Qiwen's actions immediately.
Under the caring gazes of these people, Song Nan slowly spoke: "I... I'm fine, maybe I'm just a little weak... I, I want to finish the painting..."
Wang Qiwen quickly interrupted Song Nan and said, "Hey, Miss Song, you called us here just to see how far you've come in painting! We've already seen how far you've come in painting. I'll ask you a few questions first. Just answer them well. You don't have to keep painting."
Although Song Nan felt a little regretful that he hadn't finished the painting, he nodded obediently after hearing Wang Qiwen's words: "Ask!"
"Well..." Wang Qiwen touched his long, flowing white beard and asked slowly, "Miss Song, how long have you been learning watercolor?"
This is also what ordinary people want to ask, because Song Nan's performance is really contrary to common sense. Ordinary people are generally good at painting, and I have never heard of anyone who has poor painting skills but has already achieved the state of painting.
A group of people's eyes were fixed on Song Nan, like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.
Song Nan was frightened by their gazes and shrank back into his chair: "I... I've only been practicing for a month..."
"One, one month?!" Wang Qiwen screamed in shock, "How is that possible?!"
Even Zeng Jizong, who was usually calm, was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time. For a moment, he forgot to ask Wang Qiwen to keep his voice down so as not to scare the girl.
Song Nan thought his drawings were so poor that they didn't believe he'd been working for a month, so he weakly explained, "To be precise, it can't be considered a month. Due to my health, I usually study for a short time, only about six hours a day. Plus... I couldn't get out of bed for a few days, so my study progress was delayed... so it might be less than a month..."
"No, less than a month?!" Zeng Jizong couldn't contain himself any longer and said, "How, how, is it possible?"
Song Nan blinked his big, truth-seeking eyes: "What, what's wrong? Is my drawing too bad?"
Song Nan was obviously a little lacking in confidence when she said this. Her wrist strength was weak and her power was not enough, but she had painted so hard, and it still couldn't be done well...
Song Nan lowered his head sadly.
"No, no! It's amazing! It's amazing! Do you know? You are the most talented painter I have ever seen!" Wang Qiwen grabbed Song Nan's hand and said in surprise.
Wang Qiwen held Song Nan's hand tightly as if he had found some amazing treasure.
Zeng Jizong walked forward and was also very excited, but Zeng Jizong was very careful and noticed Song Nan's little panic.
Song Nan slowly moved back. Although it was not very conspicuous, he never gave up.
Song Nan's innocent eyes were now filled with fear, and his bloodshot eyes were particularly noticeable on his pale face.
Zeng Jizong looked at Wang Qiwen's hand, one red and one white, as he grabbed Song Nan's. He slapped Wang Qiwen on the back of the head and said, "Let go! You scared Miss Song!"
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