Be a Cartoonist In the Fairy World

Even for Yunting, Du Ziyuan had no plans to release water. Drawing comics is not an easy task, especially when you have to learn from scratch. Without the support of talent, perseverance, and interest, painting will only be a torture for the painter.

Because it was a painting training class organized by Shanfeng, there were so many people who came to sign up. There were even those who came from foreign countries to join a certain force in Aolan Country to sign up.

Du Ziyuan didn't have the patience to pass the assessment one by one, so he simply went to an audition first.

"Everyone draws a painting that he has the most confidence in. The time limit is 3 hours. I will review the painting once it is finished."

The people of Tiangangzong immediately distributed paper and pen to all the candidates, and arranged a huge examination room for the candidates to paint. This audition was decided temporarily by Du Ziyuan. If you change to someone else, you may be in a hurry, but Pei Mingyang, who has been partnering with him for almost a year, will not. He had expected that Du Ziyuan Salted Fish's temperament could not have this patience, so there was bound to be an audition, and the table, paper and pen were prepared days in advance.

Yun Ting also started painting. As a princess, she didn't have any privileges at all. At least she didn't have to go out and enjoy the sun with other people, and started painting directly in front of Du Ziyuan.

Du Ziyuan glanced a little, and found that Yun Ting did not seem to be painting for the first time, and the writing was well organized. It seems that Yun Yu also asked an artist to train her on weekdays. Seeing Yun Yu looking towards him, he nodded, indicating that his little princess was OK. This made the emperor greatly relieved, and the Shang Dynasty was not so nervous.

Waiting boringly, Du Ziyuan quietly pulled Pei Mingyang over, and leaned to his ear and asked, "Are the clothes I gave you come in handy?"

"You dare to say it!" Pei Mingyang gritted his teeth with anger, "If I can't beat you, I want to press you now, strip your clothes and let you taste the taste of wearing your belly!"

"Hey...so deep resentment," Du Ziyuan took a half step back, grinning smirkly, "you just accept your fate, you look so good-looking, you are made of women's clothing by nature. Anyway, they are all fabrics. What shouldn't you wear? Cuteness is all justice."

Pei Mingyang couldn't say to him, but said to him full of grievance: "You are so wicked, and sooner or later you will be punished."

"Karma? Hey, it doesn't exist."

...

Three hours later, hundreds of paintings were held in front of Du Ziyuan.

The first thing Du Ziyuan looked at was of course Yunting. She painted her father, the emperor. It was pretty good at the level of a child, so Du Ziyuan let her pass. As for the others, they painted vividly one by one, but it was a pity that the craftsmanship was too heavy. Du Ziyuan knew from a glance that it was the kind of painter who had studied painting systematically and his style had been finalized.

This type of painter can still make good achievements if he is talented, but it is a pity that Du Ziyuan doesn't have the intention to identify them one by one, so this type of painter is directly eliminated. Just this time, there are only two hundred of the hundreds of paintings left.

Among these two hundred photos, a very small number of them were too horrible to be passed. Those who can come to participate in this registration are confident in themselves, and it is obviously to make luck for such a bad work. Du Ziyuan can't bother to take care of it.

Finally, Du Ziyuan watched the images of the two hundred candidates again.

"Don't, don't, don't...this can be, this is okay...this don't..." Du Ziyuan's hand slid quickly on the Lingguang Jade, and he almost decided to stay or leave after a glance. Two hundred people instantly It's less than half, and there are fewer than 50 people left.

The elders of Miao Zhufeng on the side were confused, they could not understand the criteria Du Ziyuan had just deleted and selected. It has nothing to do with the quality of the painting, it has nothing to do with the identity and background, or even with the nationality.

"Teacher Mountain Wind." Pei Yue couldn't help but speak.

"Huh? Something?" Du Ziyuan looked at him.

"Um... what are your criteria for this round of deletion? Why can't I understand it?"

Before Du Ziyuan could answer, Pei Mingyang, who was on the side, gave him a hand: "Father, haven't you seen this yet?"

"What do you see?" Not only Pei Yue, but everyone else also looked at Pei Mingyang. Sure enough, only the editor knows the author he is the best.

Pei Mingyang looked at Du Ziyuan, and said with some contempt: "He just left the good-looking ones just now, and weed out all the unsatisfactory ones."

"what?!"

Including the emperor did not expect to see the face in this comic?

"Teacher Shanfeng, is that true?"

Seeing everyone looking at him, Du Ziyuan shrugged: "I will meet with them often in the future. Can't you pick a few that are pleasing to the eye?"

"Uh... of course, no problem." [Your own training class, who of us dare not say no? 】

Everyone can only express sympathy for those who have been deleted because of their appearance. However, as far as publicity is concerned, a handsome and beautiful painter is obviously more gimmicky than a plain-looking painter, so they are not too disgusted with Du Ziyuan's selection method.

The remaining talents are formally entering the selection stage. Du Ziyuan divided them into 10 groups, each with 4 to 5 people.

He said to these young girls: "My training class does not need too many students, 10 is almost the same, so you will have a finalist in each group, and the others will go back to their respective homes."

"What!?" The candidates were shocked.

Immediately someone questioned: "Teacher Shanfeng, didn't you say that the training class has 30 people? Why is there so much less at once?"

Du Ziyuan took a look at ~www.readwn.com~ and found that the questioner was Yunting's cousin and grandson of Da Sima. Probably the confidence of being a relative of the emperor, so he was more confident than others, and was the first to stand up and question Du Ziyuan.

Du Ziyuan didn't play the trick that you dare to question Laozi. He just looked at him and said, "Why? Don't you have the confidence to stand out among 5 people?"

"It's not," the boy looked at the other four in the same group. "I'm determined to win."

"Then how many people I choose has to do with you?"

The boy was squeezed by Du Ziyuan so he didn’t lose his words. Instead, he replied without thinking: “Of course it’s a matter. Most of the people here are from Aolan Country. If there are more outstanding painters Our country’s comics industry will be much ahead of other countries, and things that are beneficial to the country are my pursuit!"

"Haha, patriotic boy," Du Ziyuan smiled, "what's your name?"

"Jiang Yi!"

"Well, Jiang Yi, you can go out." Du Ziyuan pointed to the door and said.