What can you do in three minutes?
Just about the time it takes to smoke a cigarette!
Just about the time they're sitting there, barely taking sips of their soda, cracking a few sunflower seeds, blinking their eyes!
And that scoundrel Zhang Fan, did this shit, paint the picture in that time?
Are you kidding me?
This shit's an oil painting.
An oil painting over a meter large.
It's practically a giant painting!
And moreover, it looks pretty much the same as that painting Liu Daoming and a few others were repeatedly studying, nearly fighting over just to look at.
Not even the details, just looking at it briefly, it seems like a decent oil painting.
This shit, how is it possible!
How is it possible!
Even those professors in the front row, at this moment, their eyes are about to pop out.
He's cheating, right!
This shit must have been prepared beforehand, right?
But now, those who can't see the canvas, looking at the exaggerated expressions of that lot, are unsettled.
