Even those present, even those who do not understand psychology at all, can see that Yun Hua is very nervous at this moment.

What's more, Zhou Sheng Beiqian, a professor of psychology.

He clearly felt how nervous Yun Hua was now.

He glanced at the painting, well, it was just a painting. The old man with silver hair is worthy of being a famous painter. He has a very high level of painting skills. The famous Van Gogh painting "Iris" he copied also showed a very high level.

If you only look at it from an artistic point of view, this is a great copy.

But……

But this is just a work!

Is it necessary to be so nervous?

Zhou Shengbeiqian looked at the painting carefully again, and he was sure that he could not see anything from the painting.

However, it is obvious that only the parties involved will understand certain psychological hints. In the eyes of others, something ordinary is a clear hint in the eyes of the parties involved.

Moreover, looking at Yunhua's stress response is a bit too great.

"Draw, are you okay..."

Zhou Sheng Beiqian approached Yunhua and whispered, reaching out to pull Yunhua's arm.

"Bang!"

Just as Zhou Shengbeiqian's hand just touched Yunhua's arm, Yunhua suddenly moved. She shook her arm hard and blocked Zhou Shengbeiqian's hand.

Her movements were so big that her hands slapped Zhou Sheng Beiqian's face.

With a "bang", the sound was really loud.

Yun Hua's movements were very strong and powerful. Her slap not only knocked off Zhou Shengbeiqian's glasses, but also printed a slap on Zhou Shengbeiqian's face.

Everyone was stunned.

No one expected that Yun Hua would do this.

And it seems that she didn't seem to have done it on purpose, but instead seemed to have been greatly frightened...

Song Ci and Qin Yan's faces looked ugly, and they immediately came up, but they didn't dare to easily reach out to touch Yunhua.

Wang Xiaowen was on the side, completely frightened.

Yun Hua's slap was so cruel. Zhou Shengbeiqian's eyes fell off, and the five finger marks on his face were already red!

Wang Xiaowen looked at Zhou Sheng Beiqian worriedly.

How to say it, Professor Zhou Sheng is very close to Teacher Xie and often has academic exchanges. As Teacher Xie’s student, she also admires Professor Zhou Sheng very much.

After all, Professor Zhou Sheng is so young, but his resume is so amazing.

Another point is that Professor Zhou Sheng is not as close as he seems. Others are very kind, but they usually keep a distance from others. It can be said that outside of Professor Zhou Sheng’s safe distance, he will be very kind and approachable to you, but once you want to get close and invade within his safe distance, Professor Zhou Sheng will become very indifferent and even terrifying.

Once, a female student wanted to have an intimate contact with Teacher Zhou Sheng, pretended to slip and threw herself on Teacher Zhou Sheng.

Teacher Zhou Sheng got up with a dark face, went to take a shower and changed his whole set of clothes from head to toe. In addition, the girl was also transferred directly to other teachers in an inappropriate name. Later, the girl dropped out of school for some reason.

Wang Xiaowen couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Yun Hua slapped Professor Zhou Sheng in the face with a fierce slap. Professor Zhou Sheng was...

"Drawing, it's okay, relax, relax, take a deep breath - take a deep breath - inhale - exhale -" Zhou Sheng Beiqian's voice was very soft.

His glasses were knocked off, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he looked at Yunhua calmly, his voice was soft and soothing, and he sounded very comfortable.

"Come on, close your eyes and take a deep breath..."

Zhou Sheng Beiqian's voice was very soft, like a breeze blowing on his face.

Yunhua slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath with Zhou Sheng Beiqian's voice...

After two or three minutes, she felt that her heart that was beating too fast slowed down little by little, and slowed down a little later...

She took a deep breath, then took a deeper breath.

"Drawing, I want to support your arm." Zhou Sheng Beiqian said softly.

The purpose is to remind Yunhua to avoid the stress reactions like that just now.

This time, when Zhou Sheng Beiqian held Yun Hua's arm, she finally stopped reacting like she had just now.

Feeling the body temperature from others, Yunhua only felt that the temperature of her limbs was slowly reviving...

Move your fingers, your arms, and your neck...

She finally recovered.

Opening her eyes again, she looked at Zhou Sheng Beiqian, "Thank you."

"It's fine." Zhou Sheng Beiqian and the people around him breathed a sigh of relief.

But Yun Hua turned his head again and looked at the silver-haired old man inside the glass wall.

The painting was still close to the glass wall, clearly.

Yunhua looked at the painting again.

After all, she was mentally prepared, and this time, her reaction was not that big.

She looked at the painting with calm eyes, and then her gaze slowly moved upwards and looked at the old silver-haired man who was smiling strangely.

She asked without looking back: "You can call directly on the phone, right?"

Wang Xiaowen was stunned for a moment before nodding quickly: "Yes."

Yunhua reached out and picked up the microphone of the intercom on the glass wall.

The old silver-haired man in the glass wall smiled deeper when he saw Yun Hua's actions. He held the center of the drawing paper with one hand and continued to show the painting to Yun Hua in all directions, while the other hand took the intercom hanging on the glass wall.

"Like this painting?" The voice of the silver-haired old man came from the phone, thick and deep.

Yunhua was silent for a moment, "Why do you draw this painting?"

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." The silver-haired old man's smile became more gentle, and his voice was like an old man.

"I don't like it, I hate it very much." Yunhua said.

"Why?" the old man with silver hair smiled, "Why do you hate it? I clearly saw... fear in your eyes. Are you afraid of a painting? Why?"

Yunhua's hand holding the phone was so powerful that her fingertips began to turn white.

"You are so beautiful." Seeing that Yunhua didn't answer, the old man spoke again.

At this moment, his eyes looked at Yun Hua as if he was admiring a peerless beauty.

"Seeing you, I feel like I see the most perfect work in the world is about to be born..."

The old man with silver hair became more and more intoxicated, "Is it good to be a model for me? Let me draw your beauty, those beauty that others cannot see, those beauty that comes from your bones, my goodness, I can no longer control the urge to create. As expected, only the most beautiful model can maximize the creative passion of a painter! I can't wait!"

Yunhua sneered, "Let me be your model? Are you worthy?"
Chapter completed!