Almighty painter

Chapter 14
"Mr. Gu, I hope you can defeat me."

This sentence, which was like a declaration of war, attracted the surprised eyes of many people in the field.

They cast strange glances at the thin young man.

"Look at the badge, the name of that fight is Gu Weijing? Ms. Sakai seems quite interested in him."

"I haven't heard of it. Oh, by the way, his grandfather's name is Gu Tongxiang, and he is a local painter in Yangon this time."

"Oh, native painters. That's hard."

"Well, after all, Mr. Tanaka is an outstanding student of the best art academy in RB, and his vision and knowledge are not comparable to that of a local painter."

"have a look."

There was a chatter from the crowd.

Tanaka Masakazu walked towards the drawing board, and he looked around with some fear at the expressions of the professors looking at him.

Although most of those scrutinizing gazes were directed at Gu Weijing, his hand holding the cap of the pen still trembled a little.

It's not that he's worried about his opponent, it's just that he's a little worried about these old painters who can be said to have piercing eyes.

The moment a painter picks up his paintbrush, he can be seen by these masters in every detail.

The reason for the worry in his heart is that these people have seen the painting talent and talent of the Sakai brothers and sisters that make their peers despair.

Will it look too bad?

After not seeing him for a while, not only the painting skills of Katsuko Sakai, the nightmare in his heart, were amazing, but even this Tsunamasa Sakai, who was not well-known under the shadow of his sister, is already a handsome young talent.

"Fortunately, I just need to defeat him... a poor man who was robbed of his chance to challenge the second generation of the painting and calligraphy family to come to gild. Those art weeklys like this kind of story very much."

Tanaka Masakazu set his sights on Gu Weijing, and felt a little more at ease in his heart.

He planned that as soon as the project was over, no, as soon as he returned to the hotel today, Masakazu Tanaka would contact a familiar tabloid reporter on Line to release the news.

This kind of gossip is a subject that the art circle likes very much, not to mention that Yangon this time is an international project of multinational cooperation.

There is no need for any embellishment, as long as the story is recounted selectively, people will naturally regard this kid named Gu Weijing as the kind of artistic bully who "bullys men and women" by relying on connections, even if he is Grandpa Gu Tongxiang is just a little painter who is not well-known internationally.

This kind of thing only has the basic tone first.

If someone continues to hold on to the unsubstantiated matter of "insulting Mr. Cao" and pouring dirty water on him, it is natural that the second generation of Hua mobilizes connections to pour dirty water on his poor self.

"Boy, why bother, you insist on provoking me."

Tanaka Masakazu admired his wisdom in his heart.

He didn't think he would lose at all.

Even though he has not taken a paintbrush seriously for a long time since he was in middle school, he is not considered an outstanding student of Tama Academy of Fine Arts at all.

But Tanaka believes that this Gu Weijing is obviously the same kind of person as him, and he came here by virtue of his home account in Yangon, which was originally gold-plated in the project.

The other party's age is only a middle school student, and he is a student of the most famous art academy in RB.If you have never eaten pork, you have always seen pigs run away. The environmental gap between the two sides is worlds apart.

Even if you are not proficient in sketching with a pen, it is not something a poor country bumpkin can compare to.

But for some reason, probably because of Sakai Katsuko's declaration that it was like a challenge from a well-matched opponent, Tanaka felt a little inexplicably gloomy in his heart.

"In case... in case..."

"Is this kid really a genius?"

impossible.

Tanaka Masakazu felt that he was worrying too much.

One monster like Sakai Katsuko is enough.

If Gu Weijing's grandfather had the ability to teach the Sakai siblings like Professor Sakai, it wouldn't mean that he had never heard of this old guy's name.

……

"Timing begins."

As soon as the two sides were in place, one side pressed the switch of the timer.

Tanaka Masakazu immediately picked up the paintbrush.

But Gu Weijing did not.

"affectation."

Looking at Gu Weijing who was wiping his hands in the field, many people frowned.

Some teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts shook their heads in disdain.

Many people think that he is imitating Dongshi. For a painting with a time limit of 5 minutes, every second after the timing starts is precious.

Katsuko Sakai could do this because he was Katsuko Sakai once in a hundred years, and Gu Weijing did the same, so it felt a bit pretentious.

"Shengzi, what is the origin of this kid?"

Uncle Sakai Kasunari turned his head and asked his daughter in a low voice.

"I don't know either, but I only know that he is very strong."

Sakai Katsuko whispered to her father, looking at the field with piercing eyes.

Gu Weijing was not only wiping his hands, but he was also looking at Tanaka Masakazu's drawing board with his eyes.

He was thinking about a question——

"Do you want to use your skills?"

In terms of the basic skills of simple line structure, with the blessing of Mr. Menzel's decades of experience, not to mention Masakazu Tanaka, there may not be many artists in the field who can beat him.

But it is not a good thing to rely on strength that does not belong to you to go too far.

Simplest truth.

It’s no big deal for a painter to have a flash of inspiration once in a while, but if you can perform supernaturally for half an hour every day, showing master-level skills, and the rest of the time your level will plummet. After doing this for a long time, people will treat you as a monster.

Gu Weijing decided to observe Tanaka Masakazu's paintings first.

"Ah."

He sneered.

Frizzy, clumsy, sticky.

Gu Weijing was even a little surprised after Tanaka Zhenghe's first few strokes.

"This is the level of students from the most famous art academy in RB." He raised his eyebrows.

Tanaka Masakazu's performance even made him look down on the Tama Academy.

Not to mention the Sakai siblings, he felt that the other party might only be at Lv.2 level, which was not as good as even himself who had worked so hard.

People say that a few lines at the beginning can determine the level of a painting, and there is a reason for this statement.

Although for a painting, a few lines are not enough to determine anything, but it can tell the overall level of a painter.

A painter with a level of 180 may be able to get [-] points, but normally he will definitely not be able to get [-] points.

"Hey, it's been 30 seconds. Don't waste everyone's time if you still want to draw."

Someone off the court finally got impatient and questioned Gu Weijing.

Masakazu Tanaka raised his head, and found that the other party's drawing board was still blank, as if he had finished and had no ideas.

"Have you been caught for cheating?"

This kind of people who rely on their elders to mix their qualifications can be found everywhere, even if they don't know anything, it's not uncommon.There have been scandals in history where decent painters who were packaged did not even know the difference between gouache and watercolor.

Especially in places like Yangon, as long as you have connections, you may be called a painter even if you don't know anything.

The opponent was even worse than he had imagined, which made him secretly happy.

"Feel sorry."

Gu Weijing picked up the pen and took off the cap.

Then let me see, with real talents and learning, there is still a big gap between being upright and a real genius.

He picked up the pen and moved it like flying.

"what?"

At the moment when Gu Weijing began to write, Cao Lao's narrowed eyes suddenly blinked.

(End of this chapter)