The moon set in the west, and the sun rose in the east. The eventful night passed.

Nangong Rong got up early again, everything was as usual, when the girls arrived at Jing Rong's residence, it was just a minute before the hour, and they still had time to do some preparations before class.

Nangong Yu hurriedly put his calligraphy and painting on the desk. Yesterday, Mr. Fang asked them to complete a calligraphy painting, but only Nangong Yu knew it, but she brought an old painting that she had painted before. She hooked her lips sarcastically. Auntie didn't like her being too showy, but didn't know she wasn't rare at all!

Nangong Yan looked at others indifferently. Nangong Yan always had a high degree of self-confidence. Nangong Yan still looked timid and inferior. Nangong Lin looked proud, and Su Qingping ...

Nangong looked at Su Qingping with amusement. If she remembered correctly, Su Qingping from the previous life had only a faint understanding of piano, painting and calligraphy, but now she looks confident ...

At this time, Fang Ru arrived on time. She was always serious and expressionless, and the first sentence was straight away: "Some girls, spread your calligraphy and painting on the desk."

As always, Fang Ru was the first to see Nangong's paintings. Nangong 玥 remembers that Nangong 琤 's painting has always been good, but her character is relatively weak.

Sure enough, Fang Ru nodded his appreciation after seeing Nangong Yu's painting, "This painting complies with the landscape, matches the harmony, feels free and easy, but unfortunately the painting is naive, but you can be considered good at your age." Pause Don, she glanced at Nangong's painting again, always feeling a little missing. "Why not mention words?"

A hint of distress emerged from Nangong, explaining: "The student's words are three points worse, which may affect the overall aesthetics, so there is no mention of words."

Fang Ru nodded, his eyes filled with regret, and he didn't speak again, then went to see Nangong's painting.

Nangong Yu painted a picture of a chicken pecking rice. The crooked lines barely hooked into a chicken. Four slender claws supported the whole body crookedly. A few drops of thick ink were under the chicken's paw. The style of making rice is simple and naive, like a five-year-old child.

But even so, Fang Ru still looked as usual, and said gently: "Practice more."

"Yes, sir." Nangong shyly flushed his entire face, and the whole person almost shrank.

The third one is Nangong Yu. She took a painting she made a month ago, before her rebirth, and a evening sunset—of course, at the age of nine, her painting skills were very ordinary.

Fang Ru frowned, somewhat disappointed. Nangong Yu's piano skills made her overestimate the two girls. Fang Ru looked up at Nangong Yan, but saw that the other party was calm and had a slight taste. She froze for a while, then looked at Nangong, seeing that the other side was cramped, and there was nothing inconsistent with the immatureness of this age. It was a little funny, and she was also dazzled.

"Inch is short, and ruler is long." Fang Ru did not directly evaluate Nangong Yu's painting skills, and said euphemistically, "Three girls spend more time practicing the piano on weekdays. One of them is good, it is good."

A side of Nangong Yan heard the words, could not help but straighten his waist, with a confident smile on his face, and secretly made up his mind.

Nangong Yu certainly understood Fang Ru's meaning. Although she didn't care about the other party's evaluation, she pretended to be modest, saying, "Yes, sir, students will practice the piano well."

Then it was Nangong Lin's turn. Unlike others, Nangong Lin brought not a painting, but a word, and when she saw the beautiful plum blossoms, she leaped on the paper, exuding a faint scent of ink.

"That's right." Fang Ru nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. When Zhao was originally invited to say that it was enough to focus on teaching Nangong Ning, she also met Nangong Ning at that time, and she did agree that she was a plastic talent. But I don't want this lady from Nangongfu, each with her own strengths. Nangong 琤 is good at painting, Nangong 玥 is fine piano, and Nangong Lintong calligraphy is really unexpected!