Zhong Yu's pupils trembled.
Sketching is a basic course that all art students must learn. Any master of painting must first be a master of sketching. There is no master without the foundation of sketching.
Some painting masters even think:
Without color, sketching is everything.
Regardless of whether this view is valid, at least the importance of sketching to painting is self-evident. This is also the reason why Zhong Yu, who is already a junior student in the Department of Fine Arts, is still practicing sketching.
For Zhong Yu, who has studied sketching for many years, he thinks his level is not bad.
But today, this perception was completely shattered by a sophomore student in just ten minutes!
"… "
Lin Yuan stared at Zhong Yu's feet.
Zhong Yu woke up as if from a dream. His face was quickly filled with smiles. He took the cleaning tools from Lin Yuan's hand and said, "Master, how can you do such rough work? Let me clean up!"
Without waiting for Lin Yuan to speak, Zhong Yu cleaned up the eraser under his seat.
Then he helped Lin Yuan sit in his seat and said enthusiastically: "My name is Zhong Yu, a junior student in the Department of Fine Arts!"
"My name is Lin Yuan."
"Okay, okay, Master Lin Yuan, please take a seat first. We can talk after I finish cleaning!"
As he spoke, Zhong Yu quickly walked towards the student next to him, the smile on his face disappearing: "You, get up."
"Brother Zhong?"
The other person immediately stood up, looking somewhat surprised, and said quickly: "How can I let you clean the house? Let me do it..."
"Need not."
Zhong Yu cleaned up the other person's seat and walked to the next seat. His calm tone did not allow for rejection: "You get up."
"OK."
Zhong Yu’s cleaning efficiency is much higher than Lin Yuan’s.
Whenever he cleaned a place, sometimes the club members sitting there would stand up on their own initiative without him even saying a word.
Finished cleaning.
Zhong Yu put away the broom, fetched a small chair from somewhere, smiled again, and sat down beside Lin Yuan attentively:
"Master! Can you teach me how to sketch?"
Lin Yuan shook his head: "It's too troublesome."
Zhong Yu smiled as usual: "You just need to modify my painting like you did just now."
Lin Yuan frowned: "There are too many things to change."
The project is too large.
Zhong Yu's smile froze, and he felt as if he had been hit: "Is my painting so bad?"
Lin Yuan nodded: "Yes."
Zhong Yu said with a sad face: "Then Master, you have to teach me. Of course, I won't let you work in vain. If you need anything, just tell me..."
An expert can tell whether something is good or not with just one look.
Ten minutes was enough for Zhong Yu to see how terrifying Lin Yuan was.
Even if the art teacher personally took action, it might not be possible to modify his painting to this level in ten minutes, so Zhong Yu was very sure that he had met a true master today.
If you get guidance from such a great god, you will definitely make a fortune!
Lin Yuan's mind moved: "Actually, it's not impossible for me to teach you."
Zhong Yu was overjoyed: "If you have any requests, just tell me, Master."
Lin Yuan said seriously: "You have to pay the tuition."
Zhong Yu suddenly became nervous: "How does the master charge..."
Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Two hundred per hour."
Zhong Yu was stunned for a moment.
Lin Yuan thought that his price was too high and was about to lower it appropriately when Zhong Yu spoke hastily, as if he was afraid that Lin Yuan would regret it:
"make a deal!"
He was indeed shocked at first, thinking that a great god like Lin Yuan would charge a sky-high price, but he didn't expect it to be only two hundred per hour.
How kind!
In the field of painting in Qinzhou, a master of this level would probably have people willing to learn even if he offered 1,000 yuan an hour, let alone 200 yuan an hour!
"make a deal!"
Lin Yuan was also very happy, because this price was definitely more than what he could earn by setting up a small chair and drawing sketches for passers-by. Since he had considered setting up a stall to make money, he also understood the market conditions.
I had wrongly blamed the system before.
It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish!
Although painting skills cannot bring Lin Yuan income from songs or novels in the short term, he can earn tuition fees continuously by teaching others painting techniques.
A huge profit!
Lin Yuan took out his phone and checked the time and said, "Let's get started. It's almost one o'clock now. How many hours do you want to study?"
Be honest when doing business.
Since Lin Yuan charges fees, he must teach with all his heart.
"Well, Master, please copy this painting first, and we will calculate the time at the end."
Zhong Yu flipped through the album and finally found the most difficult picture to copy. This picture was of a man with curly hair and a beard.
These lush hairs alone are enough to drive 80 percent of art students crazy.
"good."
Lin Yuan didn't find it too difficult. At most it just took more time. After all, he had to make the lush hair look natural.
“Here are the pencils.”
Twenty-one types of pencils were available, some of which already had blunt tips, and Zhong Yu quickly carved them.
Lin Yuan began to paint.
The fact that they can appear in the albums of art students shows that these copying materials themselves are also from the hands of some sketching masters. Lin Yuan dare not say that he has surpassed them, but because he is copying, it is not difficult to reproduce them perfectly.
At the beginning, Zhong Yu would ask some questions.
However, as the outlines drawn by Lin Yuan gradually became clearer, Zhong Yu basically stopped talking and just watched intently, gasping for air from time to time.
“Swish, swish, swish.”
Because they were paid, Lin Yuan painted very seriously, his wrist shaking rapidly, and he did not miss any details, handling them very well. At the same time, his painting speed was much faster than that of ordinary people.
At this time.
Behind Lin Yuan, a club member passed by. He just glanced at Lin Yuan's drawing board casually, and then couldn't take his eyes away. He opened his mouth slightly, and then stood behind and watched.
Then a new member passed by.
After taking a look at Lin Yuan's drawing board, this person decisively put down what he was doing, stood by and watched silently with a shocked expression.
one…
two…
Three…
Four…
More and more members gathered within a 180-degree range around Lin Yuan. Everyone stared at Lin Yuan who was painting quickly with wide eyes, and even held their breath subconsciously.
"alright."
Lin Yuan was so absorbed in painting that he did not notice the movements around him until he had finished copying. Then he found that he had been surrounded by a crowd of people, estimated at more than twenty people. Some people had even been squeezed to the periphery.
“Fuck!”
"That's awesome."
"Who is this great god?"
"Isn't this the legendary copy of death... This is the first time I've seen someone copy this uncle's image!"
“This is too similar!”
"Is this the new master in our painting club? He's still a student, but his level is too scary. I feel like he's on the same level as our class teacher!"
"… "
As Lin Yuan finished painting, a series of exclamations finally came from the surroundings. Zhong Yu, who was sitting next to Lin Yuan, finally felt that something was wrong and quickly stood up to chase them away: "Don't you have anything to do? What are you doing here?"
No one wants to leave.
Although Zhong Yu is a veteran in the painting club, there are people in the club who have more seniority than Zhong Yu, and Zhong Yu can't catch up at all. Everyone is still staring at Lin Yuan's paintings, and some even try to squeeze to the front to greet Lin Yuan.
"What are you doing?"
At this moment, a voice came from behind, and everyone finally stopped pushing and shoving, looking at the person behind them, with expressions of either awe or nervousness:
"Vice President..."