Wan Changsheng returned to school just after eight o'clock. This time he knew to bypass the dormitory door and not pass by the girls' dormitory. He went upstairs and returned to the dormitory directly along the elevator.

Fu Shiliang and Ding Xiaopeng were still busy painting, but they were practicing sketches.

Draw each other's sitting postures, and you can complete that in a few minutes, and then ask the other person to change his posture.

Ding Xiaopeng first glanced at the sample under Wan Changsheng's armpit: "Why do you buy so many? Just look at the rules or two. The principles are the same."

Treat him sincerely, Wan Changsheng answered seriously: "Learn from all the strengths, look at them, and you may find that they have their own characteristics."

Ding Xiaopeng made a face, but the sarcastic words were never expressed.

You are a novice who has only been painting for a day, so how can you learn from others' strengths?

If you can summarize the characteristics of the rules, you will be able to be a teacher.

Fu Shiliang was concerned about the content: "Why are there no sketches in three sketches and five colors? In fact, for all candidates, the most difficult thing is sketches. We spend one or two hours of extracurricular time practicing every day. This must be done by hand, and practice makes perfect!"

Wan Changsheng read the sketch they drew for a few minutes and resisted the urge to give instructions: "I... I'd better draw the most basic sketches and colors first."

Ding Xiaopeng finally couldn't help it: "Okay? We haven't dared to say good words after drawing for three or five years!"

It's not arguing with others, it's really a bit of a headache for the rookie.

Fu Shiliang also smiled: "Yes, some places say that drawing means that the drawing is finished, but among us candidates, don't say that. The teacher scolds you, and I dare not say that the drawing is done. What qualifications do you have? That would be embarrassing."

Wan Changsheng suddenly realized that there was this forbidden sentence in this business.

But it makes sense. There is no second in martial arts and no first in literature. No one dares to say that his writing and painting are perfect.

Thanking to the two roommates, Wan Changsheng sat cross-legged on his bed and began to look through the sample drawings of the primary textbooks and explain them step by step like an old monk.

The two roommates frequently gave their attention, and they might be a little angry at him.

Painting is a skill in hand. There is no such thing as building a car behind closed doors and only reading strategies. You must practice it!

This guy is helpless.

On the first night after leaving home, Wan Changsheng didn't sleep well. The dormitory of four people was a little noisy. His teeth grinding, snoring, and the sound of footsteps walking in the corridor made him toss and turn.

Only when you go out will you realize that it is good to be at home.

Wan Changsheng had no worries, novelty or panic in his mind, he could only get the simple idea of ​​getting this Luo Shizi diploma. He missed the quiet and comfortable life at home too much.

He knew very well that only by clear direction and simple thinking could he achieve his goal steadily and accurately.

In the present situation, it was the morning of the next morning, Wan Changsheng was not afraid of everyone's attention. After the classroom door opened, he sat in front of the simple plaster geometry and began to draw sketches according to the content summarized last night.

That's right, you have to use the word to draw when you come to Wan Changsheng.

It sounds like the scientific flavor of surveying.

The cram school is more strict than the regular art school, but learning art is just casual, without the standard class ringtones and the serious class atmosphere. The teacher puts out a few things he wants to draw today to form a still life, and starts with his messy hands holding the drawing board.

But today, before Lu Tao came, everyone entered the classroom and squeezed behind the corner of Wan Changsheng.

He watched him draw in a daze, not painting.

Listen, when painting, these two words should be the elegance and free feeling of Tang Bohu picking up the brush with sesame oil... Oh, no, it's the elegance and freedom of picking up the brush dipped in ink.

Wan Changsheng is not. He is still wearing a black jacket, with the round buzz cut, buried his head on the drawing board, and used the action of writing to grab a pencil to start from the corners of the drawing paper.

Like a farmer treating crops in the field.

The cram students can't move away as long as they look at them.

At the beginning, some people couldn't help but sarcastic: "Is there anyone who paints like this? If you don't explain the big relationship, you start painting from the local area?"

This is a basic common sense of life. Any adult should first develop a big framework and then do every part well. Only by planning can you adapt to various changes.

Drawing is like life, and the same is true. Looking at all experts in painting, they first outline the rough draft shape on the entire picture, and then deepen and refine each part bit by bit.

This is called having a big relationship first, then a part, and finally, according to the overall effect, adjust the primary and secondary relationship of the whole painting to be considered a complete painting.

The relationship between total score and total is not only when writing essays, but also when painting.

But Wan Changsheng is not. He writes like he writes in composition. Starting from the corners of the drawing paper, the other parts are all snow-white. He directly looks like a picture from the edge like a printer, and it is a complete picture of black, white, gray, light and dark!

So someone said: "Yes, what kind of painting is this? The relationship between size and proportion between objects, the relationship between black and white, are all in a mess..."

But in just one or two minutes, the sarcasm, ridicule, and teasing voices disappeared.

Everyone looked at it with breath holding their breath!

The students who came in from behind were carrying breakfast, and were affected by this environmental atmosphere, and they all tiptoed to look at it, and of course they also solidified.

Because the objects appearing on the picture are accurate and clear!

First contour, then light and dark, and the shadow deepens...

The relationship between size and proportion is similar to the measurement of a ruler, and the relationship between front, back, left and right space is explained clearly with light, shadow, black and white.

I clearly saw him painting these things yesterday, and it was like a wire tied out. Today, it was like the demonstration album placed on the side of the still life cube. There were colorful lights, shadows, lights and darks, and the lines were woven long and thin. A right hand holding a pencil was presented like a mechanical drawing instrument!

How do you think you are taking the pen to draw long lines?

Sorry, no need, Wan Changsheng’s entire forearm can be hanging and moving freely, and the lines are much longer than the entire wrist!

The most incredible thing is here. The drawing paper is still snow-white and empty, but it is already filled with the finished product!

Now everyone doesn't doubt it. When his arm reaches the end of the other side, the whole piece of paper is probably almost the same as the photo prints it out!

What is the way to draw this!

All the students were a little dull, but they felt that something was wrong and couldn't tell.

Ding Xiaopeng and Fu Shiliang seemed to have seen a ghost.

They obviously saw this guy not doing any exercises last night, but why did they become a copier with the Variety Star Lord after sleeping all night?

Do you directly copy the demonstration album?

Yesterday the girl leaned her head and wanted to say something, but she held back at the posture of printing out the picture, and looked at it with only light.

Everyone was a little afraid to be arrogant, for fear of destroying the printer work, and even a very small number of people who took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

I really want to call the teacher out and see, there is a devil here!

Don't follow the steps you taught to paint at all!

Too good!

Until Lu Tao nodded and bowed, he walked in with his long-haired glasses, frowned: "It's time to go to class..."

The sound he shouted at the top of his voice only affected the students on the outside. His tongue spread out, and dozens of people inside kept moving around him!

It's as if it's a magical solidification.

The long-haired glasses were pale like the sun, and the skinny cheekbones were high, and the face was a bit fairy-like. But he was wearing a leather jacket and loose harem pants and high-top leather shoes, and there were traces of pigment everywhere. He raised his hand to stop Lu Tao from continuing to disperse the students, and followed him over. He was not tall, and even if he had the heels of high-top leather shoes, he had to tiptoe.

Then he kept standing on tiptoe for several minutes before he took back his laughing expression. He looked at Lu Tao, who was also stretching his head next to him, retreated, and retreated to the door of the classroom.

Lu Tao whispered with a shy face: "It's amazing to have talent...just like Brother Zhao."

Brother Zhao smiled: "I don't have the talent of him, but his skill tree has become crooked, and luckily I'll do it."

Lu Tao sighed: "At most you just come to find Brother Cao, and you never look at students..."

Brother Zhao mainly retreated, tied his long hair behind his head with a rubber band: "Originally, Lao Tong asked me to come, but now I want to come. This kid is quite interesting. Okay, you can go to class..."
Chapter completed!