Chapter 71

Zhong Yu's pupil is shocked.

Sketch is a basic course for all art students. If you are a master of painting, you must be a master of sketch. Without the foundation of sketch, there will be no master.

Some painting masters even think that if there is no color, sketch is everything.

Not to mention whether this view is tenable, at least the importance of sketch for painting is self-evident, which is why Zhong Yu is a junior in the Department of fine arts and is still practicing sketch.

For Zhong Yu, who has studied sketch for many years, he thinks his level is not bad.

But today, this kind of cognition is completely defeated by a sophomore in ten minutes!

“……”

Lin Yuan looked at Zhong Yu's feet.

Zhong Yu wakes up like a dream. His face is full of smiles. He catches Lin Yuan's cleaning tool: "Dashen, how can you do this kind of rough work? Let me clean it!"

Without waiting for Lin Yuan to speak, Zhong Yu cleaned up the eraser under his seat.

Then he held Lin Yuan in his seat and said enthusiastically, "my name is Zhong Yu, a junior in the art department!"

"My name is Lin Yuan."

"OK, OK, big God Lin Yuan, sit down first, and we'll talk after I've cleaned up!"

With that, Zhong Yu quickly walked to the students next to him, and his smile disappeared: "you, get up."

"Brother Zhong?"

At the same time, he said: "how can I let you clean up? Let me..."

"No

Zhong Yu finished cleaning the other party's position and went to the next position. In his plain tone, he could not refuse: "you get up."

"All right."

Zhong Yu's cleaning efficiency is much higher than Lin Yuan's.

When he goes to any place, sometimes he doesn't even have to open his mouth. The members of the club who sit there will take the initiative to get up.

It's done.

Zhong Yu put the broom in place, didn't know where to move a small chair, and then reappeared his smile and sat down beside Lin Yuan attentively:

"big God! Can you teach me how to sketch? "

Lin Yuan shook his head: "it's too much trouble."

Zhong Yu smiles as before: "you just need to change my painting as you just did."

Lin Yuan frowned: "there are too many places to change."

Too much work.

As soon as Zhong Yu's smile stagnated, he felt shocked: "is my painting that bad?"

Lin Yuan nodded: "well."

Zhong Yu cried: "you have to teach me the great God. Of course, I won't let you work in vain. If you need anything, just tell me..."

As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if he has one.

Ten minutes is enough 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 present level in ten minutes, so Zhong Yu is sure that he has met a real God today.

If you get the guidance of such a great God, you will definitely make a lot of money!

Lin Yuan's heart moved: "in fact, it's not impossible for me to teach."

Zhong Yu was overjoyed: "if you have any requirements, just say it."

Lin Yuan serious way: "have to pay tuition."

Zhong Yu suddenly became nervous: "how does Da Shen charge..."

Lin Yuan thought and said, "two hundred an hour."

Zhong Yu was stunned for a moment.

Lin Yuan thinks his asking price is too high, and is planning to reduce it appropriately. Zhong Yu hastens to open his mouth for fear that Lin Yuan will repent:

"deal!"

At the beginning, he was really frightened. He thought that the charge of such a God as Lin Yuan would be a sky high price, but he didn't expect that it would be only 200 yuan an hour -

what a conscience!

In the field of painting in Qinzhou, this level of God, let alone 200 yuan an hour, even if it costs 1000 yuan an hour, I'm afraid someone will be willing to learn!

"Deal!"

Lin Yuan is also very happy, because the price is definitely more than he makes when he goes out to set up a small chair to sketch for passers-by. Because he has considered going out to set up a stall to make money, he also knows the market.

I was wrong about the system.

It's better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish!

Although painting technology can't bring the benefits of songs or novels to Lin Yuan in a short time, he can continue to collect tuition fees by teaching others painting technology.

A huge profit!

Lin Yuan took out his mobile phone and looked at the time: "let's start. It's nearly one o'clock now. How many hours do you want to learn?"

We should be honest in business.

Since Lin Yuan charges fees, he must do his best in teaching.

"In this way, God, you can copy this painting first, and then we can calculate the time."

Zhong Yu flipped through the album and finally found the most difficult picture to copy. This picture shows a man with curly hair and beard——The exuberant hair alone is enough to kill 80% of the art students.

"Good."

Lin Yuan didn't feel that it was too difficult. At most, he just spent more time. After all, he had to deal with the exuberant hair naturally.

"All the pencils are here."

Twenty one types of pencils are available, of which blunt nibs have been used, and Zhong Yu has carved them quickly.

Lin Yuan began painting.

Being able to appear in the art students' albums shows that these copying materials are also made by some sketch masters, and Lin Yuan dare not say that he will surpass them. However, because he is copying, it is not difficult to reproduce them perfectly.

At the beginning, Zhong Yu will ask some questions.

However, as the outline of Lin Yuan's works becomes clearer, Zhong Yu doesn't speak much. He just concentrates on it, with the air-conditioning from time to time.

"Shua Shua."

Because people pay money, Lin Yuan's painting is very serious. His wrist is shaking rapidly, and there are no mistakes or omissions in some details. His painting speed is far faster than that of ordinary people.

At this time.

At the back of Lin Yuan, a member of the society passed by. He just glanced at Lin Yuan's Sketchpad at random, but he couldn't open his eyes any more. He opened his mouth slightly, and then stood behind to look at it.

Then a new member passed by.

At the same time, he took a look at Lin Yuan's drawing board, and then he resolutely put down what he was doing. With a shocked expression, he quietly stopped to watch.

One

Two

Three

Four

More and more members gathered within 180 degrees of Lin Yuan's body. Everyone stared at Lin Yuan's fast drawing, and even subconsciously held his breath.

"All right."

Painting makes Lin Yuan's spirit very devoted. He doesn't notice the movement around him. Until he has completely finished copying, he finds that he is surrounded by people. It's roughly estimated that there are more than 20 people around him, and some of them can only be pushed to the periphery.

"Lying trough!"

"Bull pie."

"Which God is this?"

"Isn't this the legendary copy of death For the first time, I saw someone copy the image of this uncle! "

"It's too much like that!"

"Is this the new God of our painting society, and a student? This level is terrible. I always feel that I am at the same level as the teacher in our class!"

“……”

After Lin Yuan finished his painting, a series of exclamations finally came out around him. Zhong Yu, who was sitting beside Lin Yuan, finally felt something was wrong. He quickly got up and rushed out: "do you have nothing to do? What are you doing around here?"

No one wants to go.

Although Zhong Yu is a veteran of the painting society, there are some people in the painting society who are more qualified than Zhong Yu. Zhong Yu can't catch up with him at all. Everyone still keeps a close eye on Lin Yuan's paintings, and even some people try to squeeze in front to say hello to Lin yuan.

"What are you doing?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind, and the crowd finally stopped pushing and looked at the person behind them, either in awe or nervous:

"Vice President..."