Full-time Artist

　　 dialed the phone, Lin Yuan asked: "Do you have time now?"

　　 Zhongyu’s mobile phone is between his ear and shoulder: "I am eating in the cafeteria, please tell me if you have anything to do."

　　 Lin Yuan said: "After eating, please bring all the gouache tools and come to Classroom 52 of the East Building."

　　 "What are you going to do?"

　　 "Publish a blackboard newspaper."

　　 Zhong Yu was taken aback, and then said: "I will be there immediately."

　　 After finishing talking, Zhong Yu stopped eating and stood up and said: "You guys, let me go."

"what?"

　　 There were many classmates next to Zhongyu, and they all asked: "What's the matter?"

　　 Zhong Yu said: "It seems that the Great God is going to publish a blackboard."

　　 Everyone stayed for a while: "The Great God belongs to the sophomore group, right? The blackboard newspaper of the sophomore group will be selected in the afternoon. Isn't it too late?"

　　 Zhongyu said in a good mood: "What do you do for food?"

　　 Everyone suddenly laughed, "Yes, we have so many painting dogs together, can we still be stumped by a blackboard? Is the **** ready to produce a gouache blackboard?"

　　 "Well, copy guys."

　　 Zhongyu left and sent a message in a group by the way: "The Great God's class needs a blackboard newspaper. People who are more skilled in gouache come to the composition department classroom, classroom 52 of the East Building."

　　 Wow!

　　 The response in the group was enthusiastic.

　　 "Wait, this is here!"

　　 "The great **** needs it, how dare you not come."

　　 "The Great God has published a blackboard newspaper, do you still need our group of vegetables?"

　　 "Is it stupid, the great **** is good at sketching, and it is not gouache, the two are not the same way."

　　Gouache is gouache.

　　 Sketch is sketch.

　　 How the gouache painting is, and whether the sketch is good or not, is basically two different things, and there is no inevitable connection between the two.

　　 "Yes, I didn't expect that I would have a day when I was needed by the great god."

　　 "It's time for the gods to see my gouache skills, I want to gouache skills, and regain the dignity that I lost in front of the gods when I sketched!"

　　 "Calm down, the blackboard won't use so many people."

　　 "Well, let's go for a few less, go to the one with the best gouache score."

　　 "There are still a few hours before the Blackboard News, seven or eight people are more than enough."

　　 "……"

　　 The group is undoubtedly very lively.

　　Because the name of this group is the letter "L".

　　 The rest of the group of people in the cafeteria did not eat anymore, and set off directly with Zhong Yu. They were also Lin Yuan's sketch students.

　　 "Who are you looking for?"

　　 In the classroom of the composition department, Cao Bin watched Lin Yuan finished the phone call in amazement.

　　 Lin Yuan said: "A friend of the painting department."

　　 "How old is it?"

　　 "Junior year."

Cao Bin's mouth grew wide, and he was overjoyed suddenly: "Yes, if anyone can get the blackboard newspaper in such a short time, he can only be a person in the painting department, and he is also an experienced junior! Do you remember to call it more? Come and come together individually, we still have hope!"

　　 Lin Yuan said: "I just called one."

Cao Bin is anxious: "One is enough. You have to bring in more people. Otherwise, can you make another phone call? Ask your friends to ask the seniors of the painting department. After all, there is such a big blackboard. , And you may not know the seriousness of this matter. Yan Mengjia took a break from school last semester due to physical reasons, so she didn’t have enough credits. Now she is the organizer of the blackboard newspaper. She can get good grades on the blackboard newspaper. Those who have received credits, you know the rules of our school, the credits are not enough to not allow graduation at all, she is actually very painful this time when the blackboard reported problems, but she did not blame the classmates on duty..."

　　 Cao Bin said more and more urgently.

　　 He is indeed a good monitor.

　　 But while he was talking, Cao Bin's voice suddenly stopped and he looked out the window blankly.

　　 Suddenly a dark crowd appeared in the corridor. They emerged into the door of the classroom. Because the number of people was really exaggerated, the door of the classroom almost couldn't be squeezed.

　　 "Do you call this a person?"

　　 Cao Bin glanced at Lin Yuan blankly.

　　 Lin Yuan was also surprised. Zhong Yu was the leader, but the group behind Zhong Yu seemed to be students taught by his own painting club.

　　 Zhongyu smiled and said: "Great God."

　　 Lin Yuan nodded without talking nonsense: "Time is a bit too late, please help me sort out the paint."

At this time, Zhong Yu was thinking about the composition of the blackboard newspaper, so that he didn't hear Lin Yuan's words, and said quickly: "The time is a bit hurry, come and prepare the paint, and remember to get some water and do your job quickly... …"

　　 Talking.

　　 Zhongyu took out his cell phone and checked the composition on the Internet. The blackboard newspaper is actually an art of copying, so you just need to find a good picture.

After a few minutes.

　　 Zhongyu found a relatively satisfactory picture, but when he turned around, he found that everyone was staring at the blackboard blankly, as if stupid.

"what happened?"

　　 Zhongyu also looked at the blackboard, and then he saw a very shocking picture:

I saw Lin Yuan standing on a neatly placed chair, holding a large brush, and laying a layer of background color at a very fast speed. Even the process of chalk sketching the structure was directly omitted, and then he used a large brush. The brush quickly outlines a green and gray mountain range with strong charm!

　　 Two students are responsible for holding the paint box.

　　 Lin Yuan changed his thick pen, without thinking at all, dipped in a few shades of paint, and accurately adjusted the color. The layer-by-layer gradation was just started, and the three-dimensional sense of the mountain was vividly displayed!

three minutes……

　　 Seven minutes...

fifteen minutes……

　　 thirty-two minutes...

Time flowed quietly, no one spoke, everyone stared blankly at Lin Yuan’s blackboard, and the group of people in the art department who were most able to paint gouache at this moment could only be reduced to the role of holding a paint box for Lin Yuan, but there was no People are dissatisfied, there seems to be light in their eyes!

　　 "唰唰唰."

Lin Yuan paints the most ruthless paintings with the fastest speed~www.ltnovel.com~ He seems to be able to recite which pigments can produce which colors. He doesn't seem to care about the underlying structure. Every stroke can be as accurate as possible. The sketch structure of the ground floor has been laid.

"bump."

　　 Someone changed the paint palette, and the student holding the paint box also changed two. After all, it would be very sour to hold the paint box high.

　　 Lin Yuan concentrates.

　　 set the general tone, and the number of brushes used in the back became smaller and smaller. On the sea is a bamboo raft, and on the bamboo raft there are little people with straw hats. Under the strong contrast of light and dark, this painting seems to be dynamic:

　　 green mountains and beautiful colors!

　　Flying waterfall!

　　 The water is rushing!

　　 Jinsong stand upright!

　　 The sky is high and the clouds are deep!

Lin Yuan’s state was unprecedentedly exaggerated. He had three pens in his arms, a pen in his mouth, and a pen in his left and right hands. He lost one after using one. Apart from adjusting the paint, he had almost no eyes. Leaving the blackboard.

　　 The shore is an unknown building.

　　 There are unknown fish in the water.

　　 There are crabs walking sideways on the beach.

　　 The horizon is a white sail blown by the wind.

　　 When the small brush finished the last stroke, Lin Yuan felt that his neck was sore and his wrists were sour, and he was in a state of extreme fatigue.

　　 and on the blackboard.

　　 The mountains and the sea are already connected, the pine trees are hidden in the misty half-mountain, there are colorful sunsets scattered all over the place, and the seagulls and the autumn waters are indulgent and heroic.

　　 The fall of the pen is shocking!

　　 At this moment, the student responsible for giving Lin Yuan paint, the student responsible for giving Lin Yuan a pen, the student responsible for collecting water for Lin Yuan, and the student responsible for washing the palette for Lin Yuan, two feelings entangled in their hearts.

　　 Honor, and low self-esteem.