Almighty painter

Chapter 133 Ghostwriting
There is silence in the classroom,
Maybe some people still hold a certain degree of contempt for this small game of coloring the grid at the beginning.

Hearing this, he immediately paid attention to it.

Everyone is a student of Dulwich College, and their pen skills basically hover around a similar baseline.

Seeing the male student trembling and carefully controlling the pen above the projector screen, the fingertips holding the pencil were turning slightly white.

Even if Professor Vatel didn't specify, they were naturally in awe of the difficulty of this painting method.

5 minutes is up very quickly.

It can be clearly seen on the projection screen, and there is about one-third of the blank space below the square frame.

Some of the wiring that has been completed did not meet the requirements of the professor.

It's not neat, and it's far from beautiful.

Professor Vatel didn't blame the boy, and drove him off with a wave of his hand.

"Let me show you a proper demonstration."

The old man took the pencil in person, and began to paint in a hurry.

But tens of seconds passed, and the remaining one-third of the blank space was neatly filled.

"Wow! It's amazing."

Such an intuitive comparison, the students let out a burst of surprise.

Professor Vatel listened secretly.He said as he took out a stack of sketch paper with small grids of the same size printed on it from his briefcase and distributed it to everyone in the classroom.

"I have been practicing sketching for 30 years. It is only natural that you cannot reach this level. During this time, your classroom task in each class is to do this kind of normative exercise. A total of fifteen hours on a piece of paper Grid, get out of class is over after drawing and handing in the manuscript."

Looking at the frowning students, Professor Vatel smiled.

This is the normal world.

Even if most of the art students in these majors have studied art for more than ten years, the wiring details should be bad or bad.

If random online painters can have master-level skills, artworks will be worthless.

"You can draw a little slower. It doesn't matter if it takes an hour and a half, or even two hours. You must try your best to draw well. Remember this feeling. When you go back to complete your own portfolio, every stroke must be the same as the current one. Mentality to deal with."

"If you can do the details well, I dare not say anything else. It will be no problem to add 30.00% to your portfolio."

The students began to write vigorously.

Gu Weijing took the sketch paper.

He took out a sharpened 4B pencil from the pencil case, and tried to paint two strokes in the small grid.

Arranging lines is a meticulous job, and every famous artist who pays attention to line modeling has unique skills in arranging lines.

The artist Dürer's sketch line can even make the pencil's handwriting line, fit the paper surface or change the slightest texture of the cloth.

As for Ingres and Holbein, who are famous for their rigor in painting, even if the line arrangement of pure sketches is not as neat as the former, the details of the brush strokes in oil paintings are often accurate to the half millimeter level.

The practice method invented by Mr. Vatel is very novel.

Based on Gu Weijing's first-level professional sketching skills, when using a pen for the first time, the positioning point of the pencil tip almost exceeds the boundary of the grid.

He slightly moved his wrist, slightly moved the position where the pad of his thumb was in contact with the wooden barrel of the sketch pencil, and drew the line again.

This time, the lines are done in one go.

The pencil trace starts cleanly at one end of the grid on the sketch paper and stops perfectly at the border.

Gu Weijing nodded.

With his wrist hanging lightly, the tip of the pen began to move at high speed on the sketch paper, each stroke was as precise as an industrial assembly line.

Quick adaptability is the charm of professional-level techniques.

This feeling is not unique to painting.

For example, in the field of racing, professional racers like Schumacher may not be much faster than low-level formula or semi-professional street drivers on the first lap of a new track, but professional players always It can adapt to the characteristics of this track with extremely fast adaptability.

After a little experimentation, Gu Weijing immediately got the feeling of drawing.

The faster the hand speed, the faster the drawing,
After he is proficient, he doesn't even need to bother to pay attention to the boundaries of the box. As long as he follows the muscle memory, the pencil tip can accurately flow when it should be smooth, and pause when it should stop.

He quickly finished drawing the first square.

Gu Weijing moved his index finger down, turned the pencil down, and changed from the orthodox top-grip pen grip to the stick-hold pen grip with more elegant and bold lines.

Start to continue to complete the next small grid.

[Sketch technique +3 experience points! 】

[Sketch technique +1 experience points! 】

[Sketch technique +5 experience points! 】

On the virtual panel, there are constant reminders of sketching skills to gain experience points.

This speed of gaining experience points is almost catching up with the time when he activates Menzel's basic painting skills, so much that even Gu Weijing is a little surprised.

It does not mean that the art professors of Dulwich have any comparability with national treasure painters like Menzel in their understanding of sketching.

It's just that this kind of drawing practice summed up by Mr. Vatel with his many years of teaching experience can just check the details of Gu Weijing's current brushwork, and play the role of checking for omissions and filling in the gaps.

Just like Xu Beihong and other Chinese painting masters invented line drawing sketches.

Industry specializing in surgery,
Asking Einstein to give elementary physics lessons to children, the effect is really not as good as that of professionally trained rural teachers.

careers in the arts,

The cruelest thing is that the improvement obtained by ordinary people through thousands of times of training may be the ability that a real genius has mastered at birth.

For big men like Menzel, Dürer, or Holbein.

In their painting career, they may never feel that line-making with a pen requires any special training.

Just draw directly with a brush, surpassing most people in the world, just like eating and drinking water need to be taught?
Gu Weijing's talent can only be regarded as good among ordinary people.

Without the help of the system, his original sketching skills are still inferior to that of Sakai Tsunamasa, who is younger than himself.

Therefore, even if his overall sketch line level has reached the level of a professional painter.

This kind of practice method specially created for students to practice the details of the pen still has a very good effect on Gu Weijing.

The more he paints, the more comfortable he becomes, the more he paints, the happier he is, and his happiness is about to take off.

Kou Kou on the other side was almost dumbfounded.

She nibbled on the tip of the pen, feeling as if she was watching a magic show.

Everyone got homework paper at the same time.

I just sharpened a pencil, turned my head and traced Gu Weijing, and found that he had already painted a small grid.

It's ridiculously fast.

She turned her head and glanced at the wall clock in front of the podium.

How much time has passed?One and a half minutes, or two minutes?

Didn’t it say that in the history of Dulwich College, there are only four students who can draw within 5 minutes, and none of them can draw within 4 minutes.

The guy next to me is still not human!
Kou Kou bit the tip of the pen vigorously, and countless thoughts appeared in her mind for a while.

She stared at Gu Weijing's pen, which was obviously a normal sketch pencil, with a normal pen posture.In the hands of this boy, everything is different.

Like that's not a pencil, but a magic wand.

With a few "swish" swipes, a small square is filled with gray.

Kou Kou has not been in a daze for a long time, and the second small grid is almost finished.

She could see clearly that every stroke of the other party was well-proportioned and rhythmic, and the line arrangement was as precise as comparing a painting with a ruler, accurate or not.

"Maybe, this exercise is not as difficult as Professor Vatter said?"

Kou Kou lowered her head in disbelief, and began to draw lines within the grid with a pencil. She tried to draw at the same rhythm as Gu Weijing.

After 30 seconds,

Kou Kou looked at the jagged abstract sketch lines in her grid, which looked like a dog chewing on them, and then turned her head to look at Gu Weijing's paper.

slap...

She broke the pencil refill in a broken jar, and her cheeks swelled up like a fat-headed fish.

"It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair! They're all classmates, so the gap is too big." Kou Kou hummed in her heart.

She looked at Gu Weijing with a clear look in her eyes.

After more than 20 minutes.

Gu Weijing stopped writing and stretched his fingers. This feeling of gaining experience points through standardized practice gave him a feeling of fighting monsters and upgrading in the game.

After killing fifteen small grids in one go, he even felt a sense of dissatisfaction.

Just when he was hesitating whether to go home and draw some similar grids to increase the amount of practice, a piece of paper was pushed to Gu Weijing's eyes.

"Here, God, can you help me?" Kou Kou tilted her head and said.

Kou Kou was originally the type who treats things with enthusiasm for 3 minutes, and has never been a good student in the class.

She was aroused by the wonderful details of the illustrations of Detective Cat shown by Professor Vatel, and she was overwhelmed by frustration after practicing two strokes briefly.

After Kou Kou tried to salvage the bad result just now, she completely lost interest in this boring practice.

"But... this kind of exercise still needs to be done by yourself, so that the effect will be good."

Gu Weijing hesitated and reminded.

He is feeling hot right now, and he doesn't mind helping the little girl with homework or anything.

However, this kind of practice is boring and boring, and it is still very beneficial to students with poor foundation.

"Grandma, am I the kind of person who cares about portfolios? If it weren't for our old man insisting that girls should have artistic talents, I wouldn't study fine arts."

Kou Kou rested her chin on her hands, with a face full of resistance and criticism against the feudal parents: "At that time, find a school abroad that cooperates with the Myanmar government to get a degree, or simply study in a university in Yangon."

Also belongs to the popular girl in school.

The reason why Kou Kou and Mona can't get used to each other is not simply because of the natural discord between beautiful girls.What's more, their personalities are very different.

Compared with Mona, who runs a small jewelry store at home and is serious and persistent in everything she does, Kou Kou, who was born in a local noble family, obviously has more of a young lady's temper.

She has no pressure from life and society, and she can do whatever she wants in her daily study, and she is more self-willed.

The enthusiasm came and I really liked it. After two days, I started fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

Kou Kou not only studies art, but also has a background in dancing. In her free time, I heard that she has also practiced fencing, played chess, enrolled in cooking classes, and sang vocal music...Anyway, her resume has a long list of all kinds of strange things. Most of the skills are dead.

"Do me a favor, please!"

Seeing Gu Weijing's hesitation, Kou Kou begged pitifully: "If I want to finish the painting by myself, I don't know that it will be the year of the monkey, and the cheerleaders will have rehearsals at night."

"I'm the captain, if I'm late, hmph, some little sluts will definitely get angry there." Kou Kou's eyebrows and eyes were sharp.

Compared with fine arts, Kou Kou actually prefers dancing, if not for her father's stubborn opinion - "What kind of girl is it for entertaining people with sex?"

Ms. Kou Kou guessed that she took a dance class back then.

From this point of view, it is not wrong for Kou Kou to criticize her father who is a police inspector in Yangon as a feudal old-fashioned.

"Ok."

Gu Weijing took Kou Kou's sketch paper, took out the pencil sharpener and prepared to sharpen the pencil again.

"Use mine, use mine."

Kou Kou obviously jumped up, she stuffed a pencil and said with a smile: "Thank you, I will rely on you to cover my homework from now on, God."

The seats in the public art classroom are relatively empty, and the whispered conversations between them cannot be heard by outsiders.

The classwork was contracted out, and Kou Kou was much happier.

She hummed the tune of an unknown English song softly, and took out a glass jar in her small bag.

The glass jar is not too big, only the size of a mineral water bottle.

There is a small half bottle of bear biscuits whose surface texture and color are similar to waffles, which looks really cute.

"I didn't ask you to do my homework for me. Treat you to biscuits! No, I did it myself."

Kou Kou wiped the graphite powder on the pencil on her hands with a paper towel, and used her thumb and forefinger to pick out a piece of biscuit from the glass bottle.

"You continue to draw, I'm in a hurry, open your mouth."

Before Gu Weijing could react, the girl beside him stuffed a biscuit into his mouth like feeding a stray cat on the street.

Gu Weijing's pen tip paused for a moment.

He knew that Kou Kou had always been very bold, whether facing the same sex or the opposite sex, it was easy to show very intimate.

In terms of the open campus atmosphere of international middle schools, this is far from out of the ordinary.

But when the fingertips painted with pink Kodan passed over his nose, the muscles on his body still stiffened for a moment.

Next second,
Gu Weijing no longer felt embarrassed.

Because there was a choking feeling along the mouth and straight into the trachea, his whole body seemed to be punched by a boxer head on.

There was a blank in his mind, only a pungent spice smell filled his mouth.

Gu Weijing coughed violently.

"Hey, although I haven't had a cooking class for a long time, your reaction is too much. Is it so unpalatable?"

Seeing Gu Weijing looking for water everywhere, Kou Kou muttered in dissatisfaction.

She tossed a biscuit into her own mouth too.

After chewing it casually twice, the girl's expression also changed.With a bitter face, she spat out the biscuit in her mouth from the tissue on the side.

"I'm sorry, I should have put the wrong amount of pepper. Damn it, I made a mistake in the measurement of the recipe." Kou Kou repeatedly apologized and handed over a bottle of mineral water.

hell,

Gu Weijing felt that he really shouldn't trust Kou Kou's half-baked cooking skills.

(End of this chapter)