This... This...

Zhao Zhongyang sneakily came to Lin Fan. "Brother Lin, do you really know how to draw?"

Lin Fan smiled. "Sort of. Just a little bit."

"I told you. If your art was good, it'd be horrifying," Zhao Zhongyang said. He knew that Master Lin couldn't have known much about art. How could someone be so talented in so many aspects? It was impossible.

The children waited quietly and Lin Fan asked, "What do you want me to draw?"

Lil' Fatty who had gone through treatment was already healthy. He wiped his mucus from his nose and said, "Ultraman."

"Ultraman doesn't look good. I want to see a tiger."

"I want to see mountains."

"I want to see the sea."

The children started to discuss among themselves. They all requested what they wanted.

The people in the broadcast room started laughing.

"Haha, it's hilarious. Master Lin is going to have a tough time. He's going to be embarrassed by the kids' requests."