"Next... forget it. If there's an open spot, go paint there yourself. The better your painting is, the higher I'll score it, and the more credits you'll get!"
"Really?"
"Charge!!"
The students swarmed forward, filling the space before the teaching building's walls. Yan Huan struggled to squeeze into a spot, then stared blankly at the white wall before him.
What should I paint?
Just thinking about this wall being covered in colors that belonged to him made the hand clutching his Dream Paint tremble with excitement.
"I'm going to be the most badass one!"
As the first epic masterpiece he had created since enrolling, Yan Huan decided to carefully consider what this painting should contain.
He narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at the wall, not moving a muscle.
Three minutes passed, and the student to his left had already finished and left.
Ten minutes passed, and the student to his right had already finished and left.
Fifteen minutes passed, and all the students along this stretch of wall had completed their paintings and stepped back.
Twenty...
"Can you fucking hurry up?!" The Dream Banana Teacher came up beside Yan Huan, knocked on the wall in front of him, and roared:
"What, are you waiting for Nezha to be born?!"
"Shh. Don't disturb me."
Yan Huan looked resolute as he pushed the teacher away, then rubbed his chin and continued pondering.
From the color scheme to the composition, from the whole to the details, from the concept to the design—this painting was worth spending an hour, a whole day, or even a whole year carefully refining!
He firmly believed that his masterpiece would leave a vivid mark on Dream Building Academy's art history.
"Paint already! If you keep dragging this out, class will be over!" the Dream Banana Teacher roared