"Now there are one hundred and twenty-two points, so... the paintbrush can be considered."
The things that can be exchanged for points now are various equipment and energy drinks under [Shenxing Taibao]. The equipment currently includes running shoes and sweat belts, which are enough for the time being; Fan really wants it, but that thing needs 1000 points, judging from the tasks that have been triggered, unless it is to complete the illustration process three or make a circle of death.
Therefore, the brush can be said to be the only choice.
purchase!
Powerful brush is one of them, and the key is to add 1 point of painting skills.
The exchange was successful.
Just like exchanging running shoes and sweatbands before, the paintbrush "runs" out of Meng Fan's mind and lands in his hand. It is also very small, and it will change to its normal size when it needs to be used. It can be attached to similar items Can also be used alone.
Seeing no one around, Meng Fan had a thought, and the brush became a normal size. It looked very ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary, but it was fun after he started painting.
"Pencil, hardness 9."
"5."
"2."
"H."
"F."
"Harder, H."
"No matter how hard it is, 2H."
"No matter how hard..."
I suddenly changed the hardness of the pencil from 9 to 10H, and the colors I drew also changed from thick to very light, and then I played with colored pencils, and then I started to play with marker pens, needle pens, signature pens, watercolor pens, etc. Various types of pens that I can think of , various hardnesses and various diameters, in addition to brushes, fountain pens, ballpoint pens, milk pens, gouache pens, highlighters, chalks, eyebrow pencils and other pens that Meng Fan may not have a chance to use, the conversion in the middle is basically It was Meng Fan who changed it as soon as he realized it, without pause.
Finally, with a thought, Meng Fan turned into an eraser, no matter what kind of brush it was drawn with, with a wave of his hand, everything was wiped clean without leaving a trace!
"666!"
Meng Fan couldn't help sending a "bullet screen" to the magic pen.
Just as I was about to switch to the familiar F lead and seriously try out the painting skills after the addition of 3 points, several WeChat messages came into my phone.
"Fatty Meng, why are you running! Just run, at least tell me when the live broadcast will be broadcast tomorrow and what the content will be!"
This is from "Ouch not rough".
"Well, I'll put up the announcement."
Meng Fan couldn't say that he didn't run away but was anxious to come out to see the system rewards. After losing a few smiley faces, he quickly went to the backstage of the live broadcast room to modify the announcement - the live broadcast will start at 7:30 tomorrow, and the animal ear mother will be special.
"Damn it? Beast ear girl special session! Take it, you can't draw men, can you?"
"Men don't draw well."
Meng Fan replied, picked up the magic pen and seriously drew a picture of the male protagonist in "A Floating Life, A Dream for Thousand Years". The character set had already been created before, and he drew many pictures one after another. They are very familiar, but some are not very familiar. Familiar with the magic pen, I "consciously" several times in the middle of the process, and it took a lot of time to get it but not to get it.
nine minutes.
Not counting the background and coloring, this speed is too slow for Meng Fan to draw familiar characters.
"Pretty good!"
Meng Fan propped up his double chin to admire, a little regretful that he handed over the draft of "A Floating Life, A Dream for Thousand Years" to Qin Gentiana too early.
With the current painting skills, the possibility of being selected will increase a lot.
Um
It seems that this male protagonist also has a perfect place, not a lot.
Is this the effect of increased imagination
Brushing, brushing, as if to verify his own ideas, Meng Fan took the magic pen and drew three pictures without stopping. The character design is still the original one, but it looks much better than the original one, um , even Meng Fan himself thought it was great.
"Turn off the lights."
When Meng Fan was still unsure and wanted to continue painting, the studio manager began to clear the space.
"Do you want to give it to Gentiana Qin?"
Meng Fan hesitated while tidying up.
Well, why I lost three cards can explain that I am forgetful, but it is difficult to explain the difference in painting skills before and after. After all, the difference after adding 3 is easy to see for professionals of the level of Gentiana Qin, and It's definitely not the reason why Meng Fan's state is good or bad.
Don't give it, it's a pity.
But if you give it, the possibility of being selected will increase a lot. Not for the remuneration, just for the "qualification", the "qualification" of having drawn illustrations for famous artists.
Zi.
As soon as he stepped out of the studio, he received a WeChat message, which solved Meng Fan's problem.
"Done."
The message from Gentiana Qin was concise and to the point, followed by a WeChat transfer—5000.
"Friendly price. If the quality of your painting passes the test, we will fix it directly for you."
Gentiana Qin sent another message, and Meng Fan naturally understood that the author, Xiaoti, was selling face to Gentiana Qin. Of course, the premise of this is that the quality of the painting is up to standard.
"Please eat."
"Come on, what can I eat with you! If you skip a few classes, I will thank you!"
"I'm really losing weight o(╥﹏╥)o"
"You are down!"
"I will!"
"hehe."
One sentence from Qin Gentian killed Tian directly.
The selection of 30 sheets handed over to Qin Geng, it is estimated that 15 sheets will be good for the book, and the remuneration of 5,000 yuan is not much for a professional illustrator, but for a student like Meng Fan who has not graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts That's quite a lot, combined with Meng Fan's speed of brushing in less than three days, it can be said to be quite a lot.
Meng Fan, who was in a good mood, thought about buying some late-night snacks to reward himself, but finally gave up on this evil idea, but on the way back, he couldn't hold back and bought a bottle of the evil Fat House Happy Water, iced, and opened it for a moment That barking sound made Meng Fan almost faint.
Plugged in the straw and walked into the dormitory while sucking and sucking, the steps were frivolous to the cement on the ground.
"stop!"
He finished his drink within a short distance and was about to find a trash can to throw the can, when a female voice came from the front.
"Steal something!"
The female voice became louder.
Meng Fan saw a man and a woman on the road ahead, the man in front of the woman behind the woman, and it was obvious that the cry belonged to the girl behind. The boy's face was extremely ugly when he heard it. After following, the boy started to trot, and turned his head to stare at the girl: "Try calling again."
The girl was obviously not threatened, and she yelled even louder: "Steal something!"
"Grass!"
The boy scolded, and his feet moved a lot faster.
Snapped!
The Kuoluo jar in Meng Fan's hand was thrown away directly. He has a lot of strength, and he added a little more strength. After these days of training, he can use more strength than before, and his aim is also very cooperative. on the boy's feet.
Hit him directly
That is impossible.
It frightened him.
This is enough.
Taking advantage of him being stunned, Meng Fan charged up like a tiger.
The boys are about 1.78 meters to 156 meters tall. This height and weight is not bad on campus, but it is not enough to stand in front of Meng Fan. He is pressed to the ground without moving. If Meng Fan wants to rub, he can do whatever he wants .
"What are you doing, let me go!"
The boy was stunned for a full two seconds before he yelled at Meng Fan with an incredulous expression on his face.
"You are sick, let go of my Fengfeng!"
The girl from behind ran over and even pushed Meng Fan away and scolded him, then squatted down and helped the boy up with a heartbroken face: "Fengfeng, are you alright?"
Meng Fan looked confused: "Are you sick? Didn't you call for stealing?"
"Is it my heart that Fengfeng stole?"
The female physiology is straight and strong, and she looks at Meng Fan with a hint of disdain that a single dog doesn't even understand.
"We're having a fight."
The boy was more or less reasonable, he gritted his teeth and touched his knee, wanting to scold Meng Fan for being so ruthless, but he suppressed it, smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, I misunderstood you."
Then he stared at the girl with a hint of helplessness and enjoyment, "Can you stop being so surprised, every day is like making a local video. This is the Academy of Fine Arts, not the Academy of Film and Television!"
"But his heart was really stolen by you, and you still ignore him!" The girl looked aggrieved and shy with some excitement.
"Other people's family, what kind of family are you, Xiaoqiao Liushui's family?"
"He's not Xiao Qiao, but he will... woo woo woo why are you covering my mouth? It's annoying!"
The boy pulled the girl away.
"Is love so scary?"
Meng Fan silently went to pick up the Kuoluo jar, crushed it until it couldn't be flattened, walked past the first trash can and threw it into the second trash can.
Walking all the way to the dormitory, her footsteps could no longer be frivolous.
I thought it would trigger a righteous bravery.