People Start Clocking in Tokyo

At the beginning of the pen, the lines are very thin. As the pen tip is swung, the lines are slowly elongated. The outline of the character gradually appears on the drawing paper. At first it is just a simple figure, and then there is a further description of the shape and the position of the bones. And the angle, the muscle shape gradually plumped up.

Aoba, who was once extremely unfamiliar with painting, has never even taken a paintbrush, but thanks to his skill [Painting Master], Aoba feels that everything he does now is simpler than eating and drinking, and his brain is very clear. The inspiration also moved with his pen on the paper, without any sense of pause.

　　Since I want to show Zhenbai the concept of male muscles, the sketches and monotonous postures are of little use.

　　 Aoba’s inspiration is full of thoughts. The blank space on the entire sketch paper is becoming less and less. The screen is full of muscle images in various poses, some of which are complete human bodies, or wearing uniforms, daily clothes, tight clothing, etc.

　　 Or take off all clothes directly, showing images of various actions and angles, including adults, children, and elderly people.

　　 Moreover, in the corners of the drawing paper, the split diagrams of muscles and bones are depicted, just like human muscle samples in the medical anatomy room.

Until Aoba finally finished the work, the entire drawing paper was completely painted, and various figures appeared on the paper, and under the special effects skills of the skill [Painting Master], I felt that these pieces of paper on the drawing paper were always ready. They can all jump out, do you want to try to draw a second-dimensional wife?

　　 Aoba rubbed his wrist, it should be okay!

"Zhen Bai, you can see if this can help...........Uh!" Aoba, who had finished the work, took the painting book and was about to hand it to Zhen Bai, but he still couldn't hold it firmly. The painting was directly overpowered by others.

　　 "Uh, Chihiro-sister, Uei Kusaki-senpai, what are you doing." Aoba looked at the two people who had snatched her drawing book somewhat helplessly.

"Aoba, your painting..." Chihiro looked at the painting that Aoba just drew in shock. Although she knew that Aoba has a strong theoretical knowledge of painting, she did it on the evening of the dinner. I have already learned about it, but she really didn't expect that Aoba can paint works with such an effect in a few minutes.

Although 　　 is just a sketch, the characters on the paper are different in shape, occupation, age, and mood.

　　 That’s right, the emotions are different. It’s just a sketch, but Chihiro can clearly feel the emotions expressed by each character on the drawing paper.

　　 For example, the bald uncle in the lower left corner, with messy clothes, is obviously already a little drunk and still trying to walk straight, showing a sense of decadence on the surface of paper. There is also the child on the upper left, excited and lively. There are also young people doing fitness exercises in the middle of the drawing paper. Although it is just a painting, Chihiro seems to be able to see drops of sweat falling from the young man’s neck, and even Chihiro’s nose seems to be able to smell it. The salty taste of sweat.

"This... how come?" Chihiro felt that she might have hallucinations. It was just a painting. Why did she feel like she was in it? Chihiro turned her head and looked at Misaki Uei Kusaka next to her. But she found that she was also looking at herself, with complicated expressions in her eyes.

　　 "Chihiro sister, I may have an illusion, I seem to smell the smell of alcohol on this person." Uei Kusaki pointed to the drunk in the lower left corner and said, her eyes became confused.

"Maybe it's not an illusion, Misaki, I think I can smell it too, maybe this painting..." Chihiro didn't know how to evaluate this painting. As an art teacher, she guessed it. possibility.

Only some truly world-class painters can give her an immersive feeling in their works. Before, Chihiro had always thought that this was just an exaggerated compliment, but she didn’t expect her to be here today. From a sketch that Aoba casually handed, did you realize that you have reached that level when you get Aoba?

　　 "Sister, do you really want to lie to your sister like this?" Chihiro thought to herself.

　　 "Junior, your painting..." Uei Kusaki looked at the painting in confusion, her brain was in confusion and she didn't know what she could say anymore.

In fact, after a few people discussed her animation that night, she already knew that this junior has a very solid animation knowledge. Although she has not had the opportunity to see how the juniors can write, she has sent a lot of theories. Said that their theoretical knowledge may be stronger than the ability in the pen, this situation is also normal, so she did not care too much.

　　 But this handy work in hand today finally made Uei Kusaki Misaki discover that compared to the rich theoretical knowledge of the younger generations, his painting ability is really amazing.

　　 She knows that many people say that she is a genius, and Renjun also says that she is a genius, but compared with the younger generations, the things she draws are far from the painting skills, but also some very important things. Many people who like their own animation have said that they can see spirituality in their own paintings, but the paintings of the younger generations...

　　 "It seems to have a soul!" Misaki thought.

This sketch was just drawn by him in a few minutes. If the younger generation.........no, Asama-kun can finish it seriously, maybe the final finished product will be even more beyond imagination. What is he? How to do it?

　　 Uei Kusaki handed the painting back to Aoba again, and stopped talking. Even if she had always been out of character, the shock she received at this moment made her completely silent. She suddenly thought of what Renjun had said to herself before, the pressure he felt every time he was with him, but she could not understand it.

"It turns out that this is the pressure that Ren Xin feels like? But I have always been..... I must apologize to Ren Jun." Uei Kusaki shook his fist and said in his eyes. Guangguang, decided to have a good talk with Renjun.

However, compared to the problem between her and Ni-kun, Misaki found that the gap between her and Asama-kun is a distance that is almost desperate~www.ltnovel.com~ can't see the boundary at all, but fortunately he It's not benevolence, otherwise I will suffer.

　　 "I may be just a genius, but he is not alone." Uei Kusaki Misaki looked at Asama Aoba with a look as if he was looking at a monster.

　　 "Uh!" After seeing the attitudes of several people, Aoba was a little embarrassed, and he guessed that he had overplayed again.

　　 But he really didn't want to prove anything. The initial idea was to help Zhenbai become familiar with the muscle lines of the male body. However, the skills rewarded by the system are like the skills of the characters in the game. There is almost no freedom in the ability level, such as this [Painting Master]. As long as you use the brush, the attribute effects attached to the skills will naturally take effect. Now, unlike offensive skills, the power of the skills can be controlled by the force they emit.

　　 There is nothing he can do about it.

Moreover, he did not expect that Chihiro sister and senior sister would become like this after seeing their own paintings. This is the first time after getting the skills to use the brush, let alone what he would think of what it will be after he draws it. effect.

　　 Aoba shook his head and looked at several people again.

　　 River Heli looked at Aoba's sketch. Among these people, she was the only one who didn't know the knowledge of painting. Although she could also see the effects in the painting, she didn't know what it meant.

　　 But Chihiro sister and Uei Kusaki-senpai are different. After all, one of them is an art teacher and the other is a genius girl in the art department. They know the value of this painting better.

　　 Aoba sighed, and things became troublesome again. I had long known that I would draw it to Zhen Bai alone, but now that this is the case, I can only take one step at a time.

　　 I hope I can flicker the past.........