"Haha, Senior Brother Ning, did you hear that? Everyone, everyone, Junior Brother Chu just called me an expert!" Although Liang Yuan was dressed in scholarly robes and had the looks of a Confucian scholar, when he laughed like that... he looked a little wild.
Senior Brother Ning fixed his gaze on Chu Ming, his lips moving a few times: "Junior Brother Chu, you didn't overhear us talking this afternoon, did you?"
"..." Chu Ming's expression didn't change. "This afternoon? I don't know which time Senior Brother Ning is referring to."
"What do you mean by that, Senior Brother? Can't Junior Brother Chu compliment me? Isn't this painting good?" Liang Yuan shot Ning Hao a dissatisfied look, then turned to Chu Ming with a grin: "Junior Brother Chu, want to learn? I'll teach you."
"Sure." Chu Ming agreed right away, then walked into the room to fetch brush and ink. Both Ning Hao and Liang Yuan were stunned for a moment.
He's actually learning?
Right now?
