Although Luo Fei and Mr. Jin have never been against each other, he dare not really compete with him.

After all, Mr. Jin’s name is there.

Even if he does not have the title of honorary president, Mr. Jin is also a respected existence by everyone in the Painting Association.

Not to mention, he also has the four big words "reputable president" on his head.

"Old Jin."

Old Jin snorted coldly. "You can't register quickly, register! What are you waiting for?"

This time, the person in charge on the side did not dare to delay any more and quickly entered the information.

Gu Qiao frowned impatiently and sighed lightly.

"Prepare me a pen and ink." The girl's voice was clear and beautiful.

It also has a bit cold and a bit alienated.

Old Jin was stunned and looked at Gu Qiao. "Xiao Qiao, you..."

Gu Qiao took off his coat and pulled back the sleeves of his clothes.

"What a big deal."

"Isn't it just a painting?"

"Tsk..."

Soon, a clean table was cleaned out in the hall, and pens, ink, paper and inkstone were placed one by one.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are not high-end, they are just some ordinary ones that cannot be more ordinary.

It can even be said that it has the worst quality in the Painting Association.

When Mr. Jin saw it, he looked a little unhappy.

Gu Qiao didn't care, he caressed and lazily sorted out the paper, poured ink, and picked up the brush.

Slim fingers, holding a brush, white and slender fingers, with brush and ink, are a bit pleasing to the eye.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted by the slender hand.

Seeing the hand circling above the drawing paper, everyone felt that this picture was beautiful even if it was drawn with a four-dimensional image.

But when everyone's eyes fell from that slender hand and fell on the paper below.

Everyone gasped.

"hiss……"

In just a few minutes, a painting was vividly revealed on paper.

With that stroke and ink, in the bamboo forest, it seemed that flowers bloomed in an instant, and even the spring bamboo shoots emerged from the sharp tips...

You can even hear birds singing and smell the fragrance of flowers.

A quarter of an hour later, a picture of the bamboo forest full of spring was revealed in front of everyone.

Everything seemed to have come alive from the drawing paper and became lifelike.

The birds whispered, the fragrance of flowers swelled in my face, and I could still feel the breath of spring...

The staff who are registering and when they see this picture, they probably understand that they are probably not running away.

Quickly speed up your subordinates and complete registration.

At the glance of the name, he suddenly stopped and asked the people beside him.

"Do you know what her name is?"

The people around him looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"

The man clicked the information on the computer. "What name do I want to fill in here?"

Old Jin was about to speak, but Yizhou squeezed away the man and typed a name on the keyboard.

"Gu Qiao!"

"She is the fairy mask girl Gu Qiao!!!" The staff next to her was surprised.

At this time, Yizhou had already submitted the information.

"Okay, Mr. Jin, Gu Qiao's information has been successfully registered."

Yizhou looked at the short-haired girl with a thorny expression. "Gu Qiao, congratulations."

"Become a member of the Painting Association."

"I have to say, you are lucky and met Mr. Jin."

If it was someone else, Yizhou really had a way to prevent her from joining the Painting Association.

But it's Mr. Jin!

Gu Qiao was about to take out the seal to his coat pocket.

Shi Jiudu specifically reminded her to bring the seal with her, which can be regarded as repaying Mr. Jin’s favor.

Hearing the man's words, her hand suddenly stopped, she turned her hand and picked up the pen, and wrote the signature on the paper.

Bamboo meaning, signature: Gu Qiao.

Gu Qiao put down the pen in his hand and turned to look at Old Jin.

"The rest is nothing I have to do."

Old Jin shook his head. "Xiao Qiao, do you want to go up and take a walk?"

Gu Qiao refused directly. "I will have class later, so I won't go there."

"Old Jin, then I'll leave first."

"Goodbye."

Gu Qiao put on his coat, hat and left casually.

At the door of the Painting Association, the Cayenne that she had been sent to her was still parked there.

Inside the car, the man handed a glass of warm water.

"Why did it take so long?"

Seeing the ink between her fingers, she frowned, took a wet wipe, held the cold in her palm, and then held her hand.

Wipe her fingertips carefully.

"Have you started?"

Gu Qiao took a sip of hot tea and let the man wipe her fingers. "It took a while to draw a painting."

Otherwise she would have come out long ago.

Shi Jiudu also thought it would be not long before he went in to register.

At most, I will accompany Mr. Jin to the office for a walk.

So, he didn't leave and kept waiting at the door.

Shi Jiudu suddenly remembered the scene where Mr. Jin sent her out just now.

"Have you met someone who is not eyebrowed?"

Gu Qiao half-squinted his eyes and said indifferently: "Just a trivial matter."

She was not at all relieved.

Shi Jiudu wiped her fingertips cleanly, then took the cup in her hand and wiped her other one.

Actually, thinking about it, children’s tempers are sometimes really restrained.

It is not difficult to imagine whether the child might really leave directly due to Mr. Jin’s face.

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At the door of the Painting Association, looking at the short-haired girl who was entering the back seat of the Cayenne car, Old Jin sighed lightly.

These people know what kind of treasure they missed.

When Mr. Jin returned to the hall, the hall changed its style and everyone talked about the paintings left by Gu Qiao.

"Hey, do you think Gu Qiao's style is a bit like Master Kong?"

"She can't imitate Master Kong's style."

Seeing Mr. Jin coming, Luo Fei sneered.

"Old Jin, you have a good vision. This little girl has a good imitation ability."

Yizhou followed up with ridicule. "You can all be fake and real."

He almost thought this was Master Kong's work.

Mr. Jin ignored Luo Fei, but looked at Yizhou in disappointment.
To be continued...