In a corner of Class 006 of the Art Department, Chouchou sat quietly, gently sketching on her drawing board.
Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her figure was graceful, exuding a serene and composed temperament.
Her drawing was slow, light, and soft!
Every stroke was meticulous as if she were painting the most beautiful thing in the world, every bit of pressure so gentle as not to mar the perfection with the slightest flaw.
When her brush finally paused, the entire painting was thoroughly complete.
And it was at that moment that Ye Feng's resonant voice suddenly filled the air.
"Chouchou!!!"
Upon hearing this booming call, the classroom descended into chaos, every student's hands trembling, their complexions pale, their unfinished artworks declared complete failures.
Not just them, even Teacher Ma, who was about to take a drink of water at the lectern, trembled so violently that the steaming tea spilled all over himself, causing him to wince in pain.