Chapter 302

Gu Zheng was at a loss about this behavior. He was very calm. He looked at Zhang Yifan opposite and wanted to see why he was so brain pumping.

Who would have thought that Zhang Yifan was still very flexible. As soon as he saw Gu Zheng's expression, he suddenly patted his thigh: "Hey, did you scare you?"

"I knew that idols are idols. They must be the kind who pay little attention to the news."

"I'll show you," said Zhang Yifan, holding up his fruit 7, opened the video forwarded by microblog and handed it to Gu Zheng.

"My brother, look, is the Chengguan in this video you? I tell you, brother, when I first saw this video, I recognized you at a glance."

"But I didn't tell anyone about it."

"The superhero has several good brothers to cover up his whereabouts. Real brother, you must be the city guard walking at night."

That's right. The reason why Gu Zheng didn't do the task these two days is, on the one hand, to cope with the things that are coming one after another, on the other hand, that he has been working at night all day.

In the street he was in charge of, because it was hot, all the people selling mutton kebabs came out.

The large stalls in ordinary small restaurants occupy the road, which is still light. Those unlicensed vendors and unclean spicy hot are the big families they want to drive away.

That night, until two or three o'clock in the morning, Gu Zheng and Fu Sheng did nothing else. In their area, they just drove people around.

Just thinking about it, Zhang Yifan also touched Gu Zheng's arm with his elbow and urged: "I boasted with my brothers. None of them believed it."

"If I get your signature, I'll show it off in front of them!"

"There are a few of my buddies who can worship you. They have rich thieves and are the craziest in our circle."

"They said, your combat power can be equivalent to de Maria in the hero League. Invincible!"

"Otherwise, how to say, you are my idol? Right, brother!"

Looking at each other, Gu Zheng just shook his head reluctantly and signed his name on the white paper.

After a while, their head teacher went into the studio and put aside the basic data sheet for the competition.

Then it starts the main content of this class.

"Well, everyone knows what our main central idea of this class is?"

"If you want to participate in this competition, come to me after class to get the application form."

"In this work exhibition course, anyone with similar works can apply to participate in this competition. Is it important to participate?"

"But if anyone wants to muddle through, first of all, you can't pass my level."

"Yes, as you imagine, I will judge the knockout in the first round."

"Don't say I cheat or get grades. I'm doing it for your good."

"Just the works of the competition in our school need to be selected by more than three professors of the Central Academy of fine arts."

"Those works of too low standard will only discredit our college of re education and make those teachers and students who despise our college laugh at our materials."

"So, for your head teacher's face and your own face! I'll eliminate one round first, don't you mind!"

"No problem..."

The answer to this sentence is powerlessness.

Seeing that his students react like this, the head teacher doesn't intend to make others hopeless.

He added encouragingly: "of course, I don't have any requirements for the number of works."

"As long as the quality of your works can enter my eyes, I won't stop you from participating."

"So, if everyone's works are up to the standard of the competition, I won't stop you from signing up!"

So! After hearing this, the students' eyes lit up again.

They thought it would be the same as when they were at school. Only the top students selected by the teacher can compete on behalf of the class or school.

If you really follow what the head teacher said, this standard is not strict!

Students who rekindled hope began to hang their paintings on the drawing board in front of them.

However, in the process of sorting out the display, everyone was cluttering.

No!

They forgot that there was a demon in their class.

I didn't have much contact with you on weekdays, but Gu Zheng, a top academic bully, has always been the leader of the dragon. What level of works did he take to compete this time?

The quality of his works may be directly related to the life and death of his paintings.

Thinking of this, the students in this room couldn't care about hanging pictures, but searched the classroom for Gu Zheng's location.

"Over there! Hey, look, he hung up the painting."

"I'll go. Why is it another traditional Chinese painting? If it's over, can't he spend some oil painting!"

"Shit, look where he's looking, we can't see what he painted!"

"Hey! It's better to be shameless, isn't it? Why don't we all be shameless together and share the pressure of the thickness of the face. Let's go and have a look together."

After that, the student's proposal was adopted. Everyone Hula first left the work at hand and began to squeeze past Gu Zheng.

When they came to this small corner, they found that someone had come here first.

After seeing this group of students who came to fight, Zhang Yifan quit.

"Hey, what are you doing? Be reserved, okay?"

"Are you looking for trouble? I tell you not to insult yourself, but anyone who tries to oppose my brother Gu is looking for a fight."

"Believe it or not, just like you, brother Gu can beat you ten?"

A tall male classmate on one side circled Zhang Yifan's neck and pulled him out: "stop it, man, we all came to see Gu Zheng's masterpiece. Don't block it here. Make room for me."

Before he finished, Gu Zheng hung a picture.

The layout of this painting is no longer a traditional vertical painting, but a scene painting on a horizontal scroll.

This masterpiece, which was only launched after several drawing boards were assembled together, once Gu Zheng placed it, the students who had just gathered around were only left with air-conditioning.

This is actually a realistic painting with characters and scenes, which is similar to the river map on the Qingming Festival.

This painting is not a scene of modern life.

On the contrary, it is quite like a historical scene hundreds of years ago.

In the upper left corner of the painting, there is also a small poem written in running script to describe the artistic conception of the painting at that time.

As mentioned above, this is a true picture of the army fighting against foreign invaders in ancient times. Looking at the characters above, it is very lifelike.

Both the soldiers of the army and the Japanese pirates they fought against are like the most realistic portrayal of that era, with a sense of historical times.

Although you don't study history, just looking at this painting, you only feel very full of ancient style and charm.

It is very rare for a painter to make his paintings full of spiritual charm.

This is the spirit of painting that the calligraphy and painting circles always emphasize.

Even if the basic skills are slightly poor, but a spiritual painter will always let the viewer feel the lifelike in his paintings, or the reaction of many emotions, such as joy when he sees it.

In short, this is a skill that can be encountered but not sought.

Craftsmanship is something that all painters want to abandon all their lives, but it doesn't exist at all for painters with their own spirituality, just like the gift of God.

You said it didn't make people jealous.

Anyway, the students around Gu Zheng are jealous and crazy.

But Zhang Yifan's next sentence made them wake up in an instant.

"I'll go! Brother Gu really deserves to be my idol. Just this picture, if our head teacher sees it, he must take your work to compete directly."

"What else do we have? All right, we've finished reading the paintings. We've all washed and slept. Let's go, let's go!"

It was such a sentence. With a bang, the students who had formed a circle quickly dispersed and ran to their respective positions. They couldn't care to hang their works on the drawing board. They directly took their works and squeezed in front of the class teacher who had just come down from the podium.

"Teacher, please look at my painting first. My painting is far-reaching and has the characteristics of abstract schools."

"No, Professor, look at mine first. My paintings are so small that you can finish them at a glance."

"No, teacher, don't look at my drawing board. There's a still life sketch in it. There's nothing else. It won't delay your Kung Fu at all!"

The besieged head teacher, who had long seen their private movements, just turned his eyes and returned: "don't worry, I can only get to Gu Zheng's row at last."

"I also know that if we read his works first, we don't have to choose others in our class."

"Come on, don't worry. Come one by one."

Finally, the students who were comforted by what the head teacher said were satisfied.

They returned to their seats and waited for the final review of the head teacher.

I don't know if it's their illusion. This audit is particularly strict.

On weekdays, many students whose professional achievements are in the middle and upper levels have eliminated their paintings.

Finally, when Gu Zheng was in front of him, the head teacher only had two more works in his hand.

This is also a really helpless thing. In this kind of public evaluation, if you still score too loose as usual, there will only be one end waiting for their head teacher.

That is endless ridicule and the impression of incompetence on the school leaders.