That afternoon, just as Shen Yunfang arrived at the staffroom, Ma Liang came looking for her again and shyly handed her the sketchbook.
"You've already finished?" Shen Yunfang was very surprised.
Wasn't that too fast? From the morning she'd given him the assignment, to now, just two breaks and one lunchtime, he'd finished drawing over forty pages of illustrations?
"Yes, because these kinds of drawings don't need to be very detailed, it's quite easy to paint. I couldn't really control myself," Ma Liang said, returning to his bashful, big boy demeanor.
"Come on, don't stand there; have a seat," Shen Yunfang hurriedly urged Ma Liang to sit down to avoid drawing attention, while she began flipping through the sketchbook page by page. "I think you shouldn't be called Ma Liang, but rather Ma Liang, like the Magic Brush Ma Liang!"
