Chef God Dad: Dote on your daughter to the heavens

Chapter 190

At the beginning, the voice was all female.

At the back, the sound is getting louder.

More and more neatly, everyone stood up excitedly.

The boys below also began to join in the shout.

The shouts outside made Du Xinghai, who had just closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again, and his face was full of doubts: "What's going on?" "

It seems that this phenomenon only happens when he is on the field.

But I'm still in the background.

So who is standing on the stage now?

Could it be that it is also a big guy level.

But when invited, the school has made it clear.

The entertainment world is known only for inviting yourself.

"Go see what's going on?"

Seeing Du Xinghai's doubts, Leng Chengan said to a staff member next to him.

Soon the staff came back: "Brother An, it's a man named Qin Mo, and the people below have been calling him a male god, and he painted on the spot!"

"Male god!"

Hear the audience outside call the people on the stage that.

Leng Chengan glanced at Du Xinghai beside him and said: "Now anyone dares to call themselves a male god, not even my Xinghai!"

"Did you come in from behind, sit there before?"

Du Xinghai pointed to a location not far away.

"Yes."

"Then no wonder!"

"Let's go over and take a look."

Du Xinghai got up after saying and put down the earbuds.

"Xinghai, there are people over there, besides, there is still an hour before you appear."

Leng Chengan glanced at it, and there were people gathered on both sides of the stage.

The shouts of the audience just now attracted everyone backstage.

"It's okay, go over and take a look."

"Everyone make way, it's Du Juxing coming over."

The sharp-eyed person immediately asked his companion to give up some position.

"Thank you!"

"Who is this person, how come I haven't seen it before."

Du Xinghai grunted himself.

Someone next to him immediately responded.

"I heard that it is the same as Du Juxing, you are in the same class?"

"Same as me!"

Looking at the man on the stage, his appearance seemed to be above him.

Du Xinghai just couldn't remember who this person was.

Even the name is unfamiliar.

At this time, the audience outside has reached its climax.

The shouts were repeated one after another.

A trace of color flashed in Du Xinghai's eyes.

In the center of the stage is a table.

The pen and ink have been placed on it in advance.

At this time, Qin Mo raised his hand and put it down again.

The audience was very cooperative, and the shouting just stopped in time.

However, there are still whispered comments below.

"I didn't expect that this time the school was so powerful, and actually invited the male god over."

"Indeed, otherwise we still don't know the male god, it will be our senior brother, so to say it like this, it will have more face."

Among the talking students, one girl blushed slightly.

Looking at Qin Mo on the stage.

He said to himself: "It turns out that he is also profound, don't let him know about the previous things, or it will be very humiliating."

Ding Yiyue hurriedly moved back a little, as if he was afraid of being seen by Qin Mo.

Qin Mo, who had just stepped up to the stage, was frightened by the junior brothers and sisters below.

"When was he so famous, and he was called a male god by his junior brothers and sisters."

Qin Mo, who had experienced the big scene, was just stunned for a while.

Just let the audience stop shouting.

Look at the familiar faces below.

Qin Mo said with a touch: "Unexpectedly, I will return to my alma mater in this capacity.

"I was very frightened by this invitation, and time is limited, so I won't say more!"

He picked up the brush on the table.

At this moment, the momentum on his body changed.

Near the stage, the nearest row are school leaders and other invited personnel.

The moment Qin Mo took the stage, he saw his age.

There was an opinion: "Nie Zhenghao, this is what you invited?"

"Teacher, trust me, you can't be wrong!"

Nie Zhenghao looked at the expression on Zhao Wenhan's face and answered very affirmatively.

"I hope you're right, or your stay in school will be yellow."

Zhao Wenhan felt that he was responsible for this matter.

Why don't you look at the person first, and then let him appear.

His own disciples finally won a place to stay in the school.

If it's really yellow because of this matter, it's really not worth it.

Just as he was pondering, he was awakened by the shouts behind him.

"What's going on?"

It's not just Zhao Wenhan who has this idea, after seeing Qin Mo before.

People who have contempt in their hearts can't help but come up with this thought.

As Qin Mo stopped the shouting from the audience, the moment he picked up the brush.

Zhao Wenhan felt that there was a drama.

This show may be the most time required tonight.

A painting normally takes half an hour.

This time, the time given to Qin Mo was only fifteen minutes.

The people in the audience began to get nervous, for fear that Qin Mo would not be able to finish.

That's the male god in their minds.

"Just draw this!"

Lift the pen and think for less than ten seconds.

Qin Mo moved.

In the eyes of the people around, Qin Mo's movements at this time were rough with a hint of gentleness.

The audience in the audience does not know how to draw.

At this moment, even breathing slowed down.

I was afraid that I would affect Qin Mo on the stage.

After a minute, I could see what was being drawn on the rice paper.

Five minutes later, the model was already on the painting.

This is a painting of animals, but what it is painted will have to wait a while to know.

In ten minutes, the frame of the whole painting is almost complete.

The rest is slow work.

However, at this time, Qin Mo's speed did not slow down at all.

It takes at least half an hour for someone else to complete the last step.

Now it's only five minutes until the end.

"A good painting is going to be ruined!"

"This kind of occasion, how is it suitable to paint this, the heart is still too anxious!"

"Zhenghao, it's hard for Master to help you!"

Zhao Wenhan was suspicious from the beginning to the constant surprise later.

Ten minutes of surprises kept coming.

When the reaction came, I found that this was a performance, and there was a time limit.

Even when he went on stage, he had to complete the painting in five minutes.

It's all impossible, let alone a young man.

At the slightest mistake, the painting will be ruined.

"Look at it!"

People who knew this truth no longer watched Qin Mo on the stage.

Discussion began on the rest of the show.

The scene was quiet for several minutes, and an exclamation from around them interrupted their discussion.

"What! That's impossible! Everyone

looked at the time, and there were still two minutes.

Qin Mo on the stage was still busy, and he didn't stop at all.

No wonder he slowed down in just three minutes.

Or make a show.

But when they looked towards Qin Mo's pen again.

The whole painting is almost complete.

At this time, I wanted to find a trace of food from above, but I couldn't find it at all.

That is, in the last two minutes.

No!

It was within the last minute that the painting was finished.

Because now only the signature remains!

"Oh my God!"

"He really finished in such a short time..."