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In the room, Baby was sitting at a small table.

Spread in front of you is an A4 paper and a black marker.

She showed a confident smile to the camera: "I'm professional at painting. Just wait and see my performance."

Then she picked up the card on the table and saw what was on it.

The smile froze.

"..."

Baby stared at the card for three seconds, then silently turned it over and took a deep breath, "Director, can I apply for a replacement?"

When Deng Chao outside the door heard her words, his heart suddenly tightened: "What's wrong? Is it difficult?"

Baby's voice came from inside the door, with a hint of madness: "How do you draw this thing!"

On the other side, Dilireba also picked up the card.

She took a look, then picked up the pen very simply and started drawing.

His movements were fast and his expression was very serious.

Outside the door, Sun Honglei put his hands on his hips and said with full confidence: "I believe Reba, with her painting skills, she should be fine!"

Huang Bo glanced at him: "Have you seen her painting?"

"No, I guessed it."

Huang Lei was silent for a second, then patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, as long as you are happy."

Five minutes later.

Two pieces of drawing paper were stuffed under the door at the same time.

Deng Chao at the door of Room 203 bent down to pick it up and unfolded it for a look.

There is something drawn on the paper.

It can only be called "something".

It looks like a round object.

There are curved lines on it and a few small circles drawn next to it.

There is a crooked horizontal line at the bottom.

What the hell is this?

Next to the whole painting, Baby also wrote an arrow mark very carefully: "This is very important!!!"

No matter how he looked at it, Deng Chao was full of doubts: "What on earth is this?"

Chen He came over and said, "Judging from the composition, the round shape should be the main body, and the curved lines on it could be hair? Or some kind of decoration?"

Zheng Kai also came over and looked left and right: "Is this a helmet? No, there are no such waves in the helmet."

Baby's voice came from inside the door: "I draw so well! If you can't guess, it's your own problem!"

The three of them were silent at the same time.

Does this painting have anything to do with the word "good"?

"Wait a minute."

Chen He suddenly pointed to a detail in the painting, "Under this circle, is there an arc, like the mouth of a smiling face?"

Deng Chao took a closer look: "It's true."

Zheng Kai also narrowed his eyes: "So is this a human face?"

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