Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 7 Show off your skills

Zhang Jingtian was surprised that the Painted Skin painted himself so vividly.

When Painted Skin felt Zhang Jingtian's gaze, she actually stared at Zhang Jingtian expectantly like a young girl.

Is this an invitation for me to comment on what she draws?
"It's very beautiful. I almost didn't recognize it was me."

Zhang Jingtian said very seriously.

Painted Skin shook his head and pointed at his eyes.

Zhang Jingtian thought hard and finally realized:

"You mean, this is how you see me?"

This answer finally made Painted Skin reveal a playful smile.

Obviously, this answer satisfied Huapi.

"So I'm so handsome in your eyes." Zhang Jingtian couldn't help but hum a song: "Okay, I have to go to school."

When Zhang Jingtian reached the gate of the community, he heard the security guard at the gate suggest to him in a very weak tone: "Dear owner, actually, you can put away your Heroic Spirit Card."

"It's actually not good for her to stay outside for a long time like this."

Zhang Jingtian suddenly realized that he hadn't remembered that the heroic spirit could be put back into the card.

When the Heroic Spirit is outside, even if it is not fighting, it will consume the card maker's mental energy.

Unless the card maker has sufficient mental strength, it is impossible to keep the heroic spirit by his side for a long time.

No wonder Zhang Jingtian found that passers-by kept their distance from him when he came here just now.

Even the old men and women who greeted him every day were much quieter today.

It turns out that he was scared by the painted skin!
But Zhang Jingtian thought that Painted Skin was quite beautiful, except for the fact that its feet were hanging in the air and there was a ghost mask hidden behind its hair.

"Then you should take a rest first!"

Zhang Jingtian also knew that there were many ordinary people in this world. It was normal for them to be afraid of a heroic spirit like Painted Skin.

Painted Skin nodded and then returned to the cards.

When Zhang Jingtian walked to the gate of the community, the school bus arrived.

As soon as he got on the bus, his classmates' eyes were focused on Zhang Jingtian.

"Jingtian, I heard your community was attacked by the Scourge yesterday? Are you okay?"

"That's right, Jingtian, you're not even a card maker. If you really encounter those ghosts, you won't survive!"

The person who spoke was Zhang Jingtian’s classmate, who had already been a prospective card maker last year. He liked to mock classmates who had not yet been able to make cards.

Although everyone was dissatisfied with him, they did not dare to show it.

Who is a card maker?

"I also heard that a very young card maker in your community defeated the monster that attacked your community yesterday. How can there be such a big difference between this person and others!"

Everyone was very interested in the card maker and immediately forgot about Zhang Jingtian and started discussing this mysterious young card maker.

"My aunt lives in this neighborhood. She told me that the man was very young, probably around my age!"

"So young? Could he be from our school?"

"Of course not. Isn't Zhang Jingtian the only one from our school in Lidu Water City?"

"And she even said that the goblin was blue quality, but it was easily dealt with by that card maker's Heroic Spirit!"

"No way, what kind of heroic spirit is this powerful!"

"Why is it that at the same age, some people can already deal with blue-quality monsters, but I can't even make a single card!"

"Yeah, that heroic spirit seems quite beautiful! Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I really want to meet her!"

The students on the school bus were talking about it, and their words were full of envy for the mysterious young card maker.

But when Zhang Jingtian heard this, he laughed.

For high-level card makers, they will indeed hide a trump card and not reveal it.

But for a prospective card maker like Zhang Jingtian, it is impossible to keep the first card secret.

The faces of those people who mocked him just now were still vivid in his mind, and Zhang Jingtian was not a good-tempered person. How could he miss the opportunity to show his face?
So Zhang Jingtian snapped his fingers and summoned the Painted Skin.

In an instant, the carriage, which had been bustling just a moment ago, fell into dead silence.

The cold aura that Painted Skin brought with him when he appeared made everyone quiet down at that moment.

They instinctively feel fear.

Zhang Jingtian then walked up to the classmate who had led the taunting and asked arrogantly, "Is she the heroic spirit you're talking about?"

The classmate's face turned dark. He never expected that Zhang Jingtian would slap him in the face in public.

Especially in the past, every time Zhang Jingtian was ridiculed by him, he could only live in shame with his tail between his legs.

And now, this guy is actually going to make trouble, which he absolutely cannot tolerate.

He immediately summoned his own heroic spirit.

The students on the bus were all stunned, only the school bus driver was driving calmly.

It was as if the noise in the carriage had nothing to do with him.

A monster with a pig's head appeared, emitting a foul smell.

However, it only has white quality.

No matter the level, it is impossible for them to be a match for the blue-quality Painted Skin.

The Painted Skin dodged the Pig Head's attack lightly, then instantly appeared behind the Pig Head, and its nails cut off the Pig Head like flying knives.

A puff of white smoke rose, and the pig-headed monster was killed by the Painted Skin.

The student then needs to wait three days before he can summon the Heroic Spirit again.

Zhang Jingtian smiled and said, "Your heroic spirit is too weak."

The classmate opened his eyes wide, but couldn't utter a word in rebuttal.

Because Zhang Jingtian was right, his heroic spirit was too weak in front of Painted Skin.

The two people's identities are reversed, and the one who often bullies others knows more clearly the pain of being bullied.

He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from Zhang Jingtian:

"I'm sorry, Brother Zhang!"

"I-I didn't mean it!"

"If I had known you were already a reserve card maker, I wouldn't have offended you at all!"

Zhang Jingtian didn't want to argue with the other party, he just wanted to vent his anger.

"Well, don't mock others anymore, or you'll get slapped in the face again!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Zhang is right!"

After this little episode, the serious school bus driver finally spoke up, "You two just destroyed nine of my defensive spell cards, totaling 9 points. Let's settle this."

No wonder the school bus didn't move at all when Painted Skin and Pig Head were fighting.

It turned out that there were spell cards all over his body.

Zhang Jingtian immediately turned his head to look at his classmates on the ground.

The other party understood what he meant, and although it hurt, he still said, "I'll pay for this!"

……

At the school gate, several senior class teachers were staying there.

This also includes their Dean of Studies and Vice Principal.

Seeing this scene, everyone realized that the school called them back not to urge them to study hard.

It must be related to what happened yesterday.

The Dean of Studies came out and spoke concisely:
"Zhang Jingtian from the regular class, Luo Shasha from the fast-track class, Xu Qiang, the three of you, come out for a moment."

"Everyone else go back to the classroom."

(End of this chapter)