I was on a love show, and I didn't expect to be cured

Chapter 192 A different painting!

Zhao Yu took the milk tea, put the straw in and took a sip.

He looked at Rourou lovingly and agreed.

"Okay, I'll draw it for you right away. Do you have any requirements?"

A happy smile appeared on Rourou's face.

"A request. Let me think about it."

Rourou tapped her chin with her fingers and thought about how to let Zhao Yu draw.

Thinking too much... but no result for a long time.

"How about I let you do it freely? I don't think you can come up with this."

After Zhao Yu asked Rourou, she looked at him and nodded.

"Well~ Yu Ge, you can do whatever you want. Do you need me to provide you with photos?"

Zhao Yu smiled and shook his head, raised his right hand and pointed at his head with his index finger.

"No, your appearance is very clear in my mind."

When Rourou heard what Zhao Yu said, she laughed happily, and was obviously surprised and satisfied with his answer.

With a slightly blushing face, she walked forward and grabbed Zhao Yu's arm and acted cutely.

"Then Yu Ge, you have to draw well, and make sure you draw me beautifully~"

Zhao Yu reached out and touched the chubby little head.

"Okay, I will definitely draw you a beautiful picture."

After saying that, he turned to look at the drawing board and thought about how to draw it.

After a while...

Zhao Yu took a sip of milk tea and put it on the ground next to the drawing board.

He turned around and looked at Rourou and said.

"Then I'm going to start painting. I'm going to put my whole heart into this painting. When Jang Geun-won comes out later, remember to tell him not to talk and disturb me."

Rourou nodded obediently and replied.

"Okay, I get it. I'll tell him, and I won't talk to disturb you."

Zhao Yu gave Rourou a gentle smile, then turned his head to look at the drawing board.

While mixing watercolors, I created a storm in my mind~

After the watercolor was mixed, Zhao Yu closed his eyes and stayed quiet for a few seconds, then opened his eyes and took a long breath.

The eyes looking at the drawing board were completely different from before, and the feeling revealed in his eyes was as if he was going to do something "very important"!

The only thing in my eyes is the drawing paper in front of me!

Rourou felt that the atmosphere around the drawing board had become different behind Zhao Yu. She didn't even dare to breathe when standing behind him!

Zhao Yu moved his hands on the drawing paper~

After a while...

Rourou took a deep breath~

From the moment Zhao Yu started to paint, she felt an invisible pressure. As her own outline appeared on the drawing paper, the pressure slowly disappeared...

Brother Long’s voice came through the live broadcast screen.

"Oh my god, I didn't even dare to breathe just now. My brother Yu gave me the feeling that if I made a sound, I would be committing a heinous crime!"

The heart-throb detectives nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, yeah, me too."

"I feel the same way."

“Invisible pressure!”

"It's terrible, it's terrible!"

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The audience in the live broadcast room posted barrages of comments discussing the performance of the Heart-beating Detectives and Rourou.

"Me too, I also feel that what I said just now was a sin!"

"Zhao Yu's state is really completely different from just now. Although he was very serious when painting Jang Keun-won's painting, he was very relaxed!"

"What the above person said is right. I felt the pressure as soon as Zhao Yu started to paint fleshy pictures. It's really amazing!"

"I didn't feel anything. I was just looking forward to what Zhao Yu would draw with such seriousness."

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In the live broadcast screen.

Zhao Yu's hands moved quickly on the drawing paper, much faster than when he was drawing the picture of Jang Geun-won!

He didn't expect that his condition would bring pressure to Rourou, the Heart-beating Detectives and the audience in the live broadcast room.

He had only one thought in his mind!

That is to complete this painting with all your heart!

Rourou and everyone else didn't understand why Zhao Yu drew so fast.

Logically speaking, shouldn't a good painting be done with great care?

Rourou was very confused, but still followed what Zhao Yu said and didn't make any noise to disturb him.

Zhang Genyuan walked out of the art shop and came to Rourou's side, and saw that her expression was a little serious!

He was about to ask Rourou with a smile, but before he could say anything, Rourou looked at him and raised her index finger to her lips to signal him not to speak.

Zhang Genyuan nodded in confusion, and Rourou pulled him aside to explain to him.

After the explanation, the two returned to Zhao Yu. They couldn't understand Zhao Yu's painting skills, but they were immersed in Zhao Yu's paintings unknowingly.

As time goes by~

The whole painting has taken shape!

The scene Zhao Yu painted was the ancient town path in front of him, except that there were fleshy figures on the path.

In the painting, she is wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, holding a paper umbrella, turning around and smiling.

Zhao Yu, who was sitting in front of the drawing board, smiled gently as he looked at the flesh in the painting.

Zhao Yu's hands kept moving, and at this moment, his forehead was covered with sweat. His skin was already very white, and his face looked even paler at this moment...

Zhao Yu did not rest, but instead speeded up his movements!

Faster and faster! Faster and faster! Faster and faster!

The two people standing behind him noticed something was wrong with him.

Rourou felt a little distressed when she saw Zhao Yu concentrating on painting, but she didn't dare to interrupt him.

I no longer had the heart to look at the paintings, and quietly walked behind Zhao Yu, very close to him~

Zhao Yu concentrated fully on completing the last few strokes on the drawing paper.

A very satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After drawing the last stroke, the brush in his hand fell to the ground just before his hand left the drawing board.

The body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Rourou was already prepared to catch him.

Zhao Yu leaned on Rourou and happily raised his hand to point at the painting he had just completed.

"Rou Rou, look at this painting. This is probably the best painting I have ever made."

(System:??? Learning to paint? Can you draw this picture without cheating?)

When Rourou heard what Zhao Yu said, she just looked up and then lowered her head to take out a tissue to wipe the sweat off his face.

"I kind of regret asking you to help me draw. You look like you're sick now. I feel so bad."

Zhao Yu kept smiling as he looked up at Rourou who had a distressed look on her face.

"This painting is destined to happen, otherwise I really can't paint it."

Rourou looked at the painting again and felt that she really was "in the painting". It was indeed very beautiful.

But when she thought about how tired Zhao Yu was because of this painting, she didn't want to look at it any longer.

Zhang Genyuan, who was behind the two of them, walked forward curiously and looked at the painting.

"Hey~Brother Yu, why do I feel that this painting is a little strange, but I can't tell what's strange about it."

Jang Geun-won continued looking at the painting somewhat confused.

Zhao Yu rested for a while, recovered some strength, looked at the painting and explained to Zhang Genyuan.

"You find this painting strange because it is alive."

Zhang Genyuan was shocked when he heard Zhao Yu say this!

"Brother Yu, feudal superstition is not acceptable!"

Zhao Yu smiled and shook his head.

“When I say this painting is ‘alive’, I don’t mean that in the way you understand it.

I say this because this painting can express my emotions or convey my emotions, so in my eyes it is "alive", do you understand?"

Zhang Genyuan raised his hand and scratched his head.

"I don't understand. You just drew for me, too. Is there any difference between the two drawings?"

Zhao Yu nodded and replied without hesitation.

“Of course, I can’t relate to your painting and it’s a reference, so the emotion is superficial, it’s just a well-made painting with superb skills.

But the painting I have completed now, I am sure this is how Rourou looks back at me, and its charm is the result of my hard work.

This is vivid and lifelike, it is alive, I gave it life. "

Zhang Genyuan still didn't understand, but he felt it was impressive.

He turned his head and glanced at Rourou, who was looking at Zhao Yu with a gentle smile.

Zhang Genyuan turned around and took another look at the fleshy girl in the painting.

"This...this...this...are exactly the same!"

Zhao Yu stood up and smiled at Rourou.

"After all, it's just a painting. The most important thing is the people around you."