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- Zhong Yu's pupils trembled.
Sketching is a basic course that all art students must learn, but every master of painting must first be a master of sketching, and there is no master without the foundation of sketching.
There are even some painting masters who think:
If there is no color, sketching is everything.
Not to mention whether this point of view is true or not, at least the importance of sketching to painting is self-evident, which is why Zhong Yu is still practicing sketching as a junior in the art department.
For Zhong Yu who has studied sketching for many years, he thinks his level is not bad.
But today, this cognition was completely defeated by a sophomore in ten minutes!
""
Lin Yuan fixedly looked at Zhong Yu's feet.
Zhong Yu woke up like a dream, his face quickly filled with a smile, and he caught the cleaning tool in Lin Yuan's hand: "Master, how can I let you do this kind of rough work, let me clean up!"
Before Lin Yuan could speak, Zhong Yu cleaned the eraser under his seat.
Then he supported Lin Yuan to sit on his seat, and said enthusiastically: "My name is Zhong Yu, a third-year student in the Department of Fine Arts!"
"My name is Lin Yuan."
"Okay, ok, God Lin Yuan, you sit down first, and we'll talk after I finish cleaning!"
Having said that, Zhong Yu quickly walked towards the students next to him, the smile on his face disappeared: "You, get up."
"Brother Zhong?"
The other party stood up immediately, with a slightly astonished expression, and hurriedly said: "How can I let you clean up, let me do it"
"Need not."
Zhong Yu finished cleaning the opponent's position, and then walked to the next position, with a flat tone that could not be refused: "Get up."
"OK."
Zhong Yu's cleaning efficiency is much higher than that of Lin Yuan.
He cleaned anywhere, and sometimes the club members sitting there would get up without even opening their mouths.
After cleaning.
Zhong Yugui put the broom away, moved a small chair from somewhere, smiled again, and sat down beside Lin Yuan attentively:
"Great God! Can you teach me how to draw?"
Lin Yuan shook his head: "It's too troublesome."
Zhong Yu's smile remained the same: "You just need to change my painting as you did just now."
Lin Yuan frowned: "There are too many things to change."
The amount of work is too large.
Zhong Yu's smile faltered, feeling like he was being hit: "Am I really that bad at drawing?"
Lin Yuan nodded: "Yes."
Zhong Yu said with a mournful face: "Then you have to teach me even more. Of course, I won't let you work in vain. If you need anything, just tell me"
Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move.
Ten minutes was enough for Zhong Yu to see Lin Yuan's horror.
Even if the teachers of the art department do it themselves, they may not be able to change their paintings to the level in front of them in ten minutes, so Zhong Yu is very sure that he has met a real master today.
If you get the guidance of such a great god, you will definitely make a lot of money!
Lin Yuan's heart moved: "Actually, it's not impossible for me to teach."
Zhong Yu was overjoyed: "If you have any request, just say it, my God."
Lin Yuan said seriously: "Tuition fees have to be paid."
Zhong Yu suddenly became nervous: "How does the Great God charge"
Lin Yuan thought for a while and said, "Two hundred an hour."
Zhong Yu was taken aback for a moment.
Lin Yuan thought that his asking price was too high, and when he was about to lower it appropriately, Zhong Yu hurriedly spoke, as if afraid of Lin Yuan's repentance:
"make a deal!"
He was really frightened at the beginning, thinking that Lin Yuan would charge a sky-high price, but he didn't expect that it was only 200 an hour¡ª¡ª
So conscientious!
In the field of painting in Qinzhou, let alone 200 yuan an hour for a master of this level, even if it costs 1,000 yuan an hour, someone will be willing to learn it!
"make a deal!"
Lin Yuan is also very happy, because this price is definitely more than what he can earn by setting up a small chair to draw sketches for passers-by. Because he has considered going out to set up a stall to make money, he has also learned about the market.
I blamed the system wrongly before.
? It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish!
Although painting skills cannot bring Lin Yuan the benefits of songs or novels in the short term, he can teach others toThere is a steady stream of tuition fees for painting techniques.
A lot of money!
Lin Yuan took out his mobile phone and looked at the time and said: "Let's start, it's almost one o'clock now, how many hours do you want to study?"
Do business with integrity.
Since Lin Yuan charges fees, he must devote himself to teaching.
"Well, my god, please copy this painting first, and let's calculate the time at the end."
Zhong Yu flipped through the album, and finally found the picture that was the most difficult to copy in the album. This picture showed a man with curly hair and a beard¡ª¡ª
These exuberant hairs alone are enough to kill 80% of the students of the art department.
"good."
Lin Yuan didn't feel too much difficulty, at most it just took more time, after all, he wanted to deal with these exuberant hairs naturally.
"Here are the pencils."
Twenty-one types of pencils are available, among which blunt nibs have been used, and Zhong Yu quickly carved them.
Lin Yuan started painting.
Being able to appear in the albums of the students of the art department shows that these copied materials themselves are also from the handwriting of some sketch masters. Lin Yuan dare not say that he can surpass them, but because he is a copy, it is not difficult to reproduce them perfectly.
At first, Zhong Yu would ask some questions.
However, as the outlines drawn by Lin Yuan gradually became clear, Zhong Yu basically didn't speak much, but just watched intently, accompanied by gasping for air from time to time.
"Swish, swish, swish."
?Because people paid, Lin Yuan painted very seriously, his wrists were shaking rapidly, and he didn't even miss some details.
At this time.
Behind Lin Yuan, a club member passed by. He just glanced at Lin Yuan's drawing board casually, but couldn't move his eyes anymore. He opened his mouth slightly, and then stood behind to look.
Immediately afterwards, a new member passed by.
Having also glanced at Lin Yuan's drawing board, this person resolutely put down what he was doing, and stood silently watching with a shocked expression.
one¡¡
two¡¡
three
four
More and more members gathered within a 180-degree range around Lin Yuan's body. Everyone stared at Lin Yuan who was painting quickly, and even subconsciously held their breath.
"alright."
Lin Yuan was so absorbed in the painting that he didn't notice the movement around him until he finished the copying, only to realize that there were crowds around him at some point. It was roughly estimated that there were more than 20 people, and some people even only Can be squeezed to the periphery.
"Damn it!"
"Big batch."
"Which great god is this?"
"Isn't this the legendary imitation of death This is the first time I've seen someone imitate the image of this uncle!"
"This is too similar!"
"Is this the new master of our painting club, and he is still a student. This level is too scary. I always feel that he is at the same level as our class teacher!"
""
After Lin Yuan finished painting, there was finally a series of exclamations from the surroundings. Zhong Yu, who was sitting next to Lin Yuan, finally felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly got up to chase people away: "Are you all doing nothing? What are you doing around here?" Well!"
No one wants to go.
Although Zhong Yu is a veteran of the painting club, there are people in the painting club who are more senior than Zhong Yu, and Zhong Yu can't keep up with him. Everyone is still staring at Lin Yuan's paintings, and some people even try to squeeze in front of Lin Yuan. greet.
"What are you doing?"
At this moment, a voice came from behind, and the crowd finally stopped pushing and shoving, looking at the person behind them, with either awe or nervous expressions:
"vice president¡¡"
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