Almighty painter

Chapter 231 Exposure
Mrs. Sakai has an inkjet printer in her classroom.

When making a portfolio, it is impossible to bind the original drawings into a book and hand them directly to the interviewer.

It didn't do that, and it wasn't the right size.

At most, there are two small sketches in it.

Usually, content such as sketches, fashion designs, and environmental protection ideas are first scanned and photographed into electronic artworks of moderate size.Like a resume, it is bound into a refined booklet, which is convenient for the interviewer to read.

"Mona, your cover format is quite exquisite, did you typesetting and designing it yourself?"

Someone came by the printer.

Someone saw the PDF document that the companion hadn't closed, and asked in admiration.

"To be honest, not quite."

The girl is standing by the nozzle of the printer, binding her portfolio with staples.

She said casually: "During the vacation, my dad helped me find a graphic designer from a magazine and came up with a set of layout plans for the portfolio. I made some arrangements on it myself, added revisions and decorations .”

The person who spoke was Mona, the pretty president of the student union.

She smiled frankly: "The portfolio is to try to attract the attention of the interviewer at the first glance. Since my drawing skills and creativity are not outstanding enough, I can only work hard on the layout design."

"Heretician, you don't need to learn from me." Mona mocked herself jokingly.

There was a low laugh in the classroom.

There wasn't much malice in this laugh, it was mostly a joke in response to the President of the Female Student Council.

There was also a boy who encouraged with a little red face: "Miss Sanderu, in fact, you have already drawn very well."

God help you,

Pretty little beauties will always have greater advantages in all aspects of life than yellow-faced women.

After getting along for such a long time, apart from Miss Marle, who was always a little jealous of Mona, and Miao Angwen, who was very withdrawn in the past, not only lonely, but also cold and weird in front of everyone.

The rest of the male students got along well with Mona.

This is not surprising,
Mona herself is a smart and conscientious girl who does things well.

In the student days, who would be so full that he would have the heart to look at such a little school belle and goddess all day long with a cold, stinky face?

After the little barrier was dissipated by Mona at the beginning of the class, everyone had long regarded Mona as an official member of Mrs. Sakai's advanced class.

"During my vacation, when I sorted out the manuscript according to the suggestion of the graphic designer, I also sorted out one more scrap manuscript. Anyone who wants it can copy it directly from my IPad. There is only one copy, first come first have to."

Mona is also really angry.

She straightened her ponytail neatly tied behind her head, looked around at her classmates and said, "Let me tell you in advance, although I think the design can be read, it is just a waste draft after all. If you take it and feel dissatisfied , don’t come to me to return the goods.”

"I want, I want... Damn, I have no talent for typesetting. The small pictures in the portfolio are piled up with big pictures, and the whole is like building a wall! If I had known such a good thing, I would still be dead. Typesetting for what?"

Immediately, some students unceremoniously raised their hands to sign up, wanting to accept this unexpected joy.

not flattery,

Mona's painting skills are not outstanding, but she is still very good at typesetting.

The girl has been the chairperson of the Girls' Student Union for so many years, and Miss Sanderu has been in charge of the publicity boards and wall paintings in the Dulwich school since the seventh grade until now, and she has been doing very well.

"Why are you opening your mouth? Jerry hasn't even opened his mouth without looking at him. He has two beautiful faces, and they are passionate about adultery. They really don't know how to read air. You guys should just find a template on the Internet to make do with it. .”

Someone nearby pulled the boy's arm angrily.

The crowd laughed again.

This time the laughter was louder than before.

Even Katsuko Sakai, who was quietly sitting in a corner, holding a tablet computer and researching the painting direction of the Biennale, was affected.

Obviously they are students like them.

Everyone, however, unanimously classified Miss Sakai as a teacher and an unattainable flower in the high mountains in their hearts, and they didn't dare to disturb her too much.

Sakai Katsuko just slightly raised his head and looked at the small circle next to the printer for a moment.

The moment Mona saw the other party making eye contact with her, the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch slightly.

She couldn't tell whether the expression on Katsuko Sakai's cheek was a smile or a mockery at that moment, or it was just Mona's own illusion.

In an instant,

The emotional expression on Ms. Sakai Katsuko's face disappeared again.

She continued to lower her head, silently looking at her big tablet, like a beautiful big doll quietly placed in the window.

Mona felt a little stabbed in her heart.

Another person who is also a little uncomfortable is Jerry.

After he shared the intimate photo of himself and Miss Mona in the student group half a month ago, everyone in the grade felt that he and Mona were lovers now.

Jerry knew,
Mona felt a little displeased with him privately posting such misleading photos in the classmate group.

Miss Sandenu was embarrassed to clarify the relationship between them, but she had no intention of going any further when getting along.

"Okay, you can ask for it, and anyone who wants it can copy it with a USB flash drive. Now the professor is out on business, but it's also class time. This kind of opportunity is precious every minute. If you have any questions, you can ask Sakai for a while. If you want to make a fuss, let's do it after class."

As expected, Mona stopped everyone from booing her and Jerry, and lowered her head to hide her facial expression.

"However, let me remind you again, it's just a 'scrap manuscript'. Don't blame me if you're not satisfied." Mona slightly accentuated the word [scrap manuscript] in her tone.

She seemed to be talking to her classmates, and she seemed to be just reminding herself—a waste manuscript is just a waste manuscript.

When designing the layout during the Spring Festival holiday, Mona spent a lot of time carefully making two copies.

The layout design of my portfolio uses warm color schemes and cartoon-style decorations, while the design of the other one uses cool color layouts and the pure tone style of the forest.

There is nothing to say about waste manuscripts.

The only difference is that one is suitable for girls and the other is more suitable for boys.

It doesn't matter whether the layout itself is a scrap or not, Mona has already regarded it as something she discarded.

people always say,
All roads lead to Rome, and there are long and short roads to success and high society.

Some people, like Katsuko Sakai on one side, were born in a splendid palace in Rome, looking down at the dust, smoke and mud of the world without touching their bodies. Some people were born in Burma, ten miles away from Rome. Thousands of miles away.

A long journey takes a lifetime to catch up. If you choose the right path, you will finish it in ten years. But if you choose the wrong path, it will take longer than your whole life. You can only die looking at the mirage-like beauty in the distance.

So don't blame Miss Sanderou for being realistic.

The journey is too long, life is too short.

When Mrs. Sakai passed by on an Arabian flying carpet by chance, Mona, who was going to ride the donkey cart pulled by Gu Weijing, made up her mind to jump onto the flying carpet go up.

Even if your fingers are bleeding from being strangled with all your strength, you must hold the fringe of the flying carpet in your palm.

The little donkey may be very well-behaved, but silly and cute.

Even Miss Sandenu personally fed the ones with a handful of forage and a water radish from childhood to adulthood.

But so what?
As long as you are taken to fly for one day, even a little donkey can run a distance that cannot be achieved in ten years.

Since this little donkey was still lazily sniffing the wild flowers on the roadside during the critical period recently, it stopped moving forward.

Mona has no scruples about abandoning each other and abandoning each other.

It's nothing more than a little pain in the heart.

"I actually made a mistake to blame Gu Weijing during the holiday." Mona thought this thought in her mind.

From the words of the Mumbai employee when she went home that day, Miss Sandnu knew that Gu Weijing really went to the orphanage to do good deeds in exchange for money during the holiday.

Alas, idiot.

Even if it is to apply for social activity qualifications in foreign universities, there are some better and more effective ways than taking real money and going to orphanages to spread wealth.

For example, Jerry is very smart in this matter.

Gu Weijing can use the same money to find a study abroad agency to provide a "background enhancement" service to get a few glamorous social activity qualifications.

If I really do good things stupidly, the benefit is too low.

But since the incident of going to the orphanage is true, the incident of Gu Weijing painting in the outside studio and the fact that a professor of Central Academy of Fine Arts appreciates him should also be true.

"Hmph, I don't even know how to work hard. Draw a big picture? Doesn't he know what kind of art exhibition he wants to participate in?"

Thinking of this episode, Mona became angry.

In addition to the signatures of those masters, the teachers of Central America cannot compare with Mrs. Sakai's connections and status.

Under the guidance of Mrs. Sakai and the two teaching assistants, Mona felt that her portfolio was undergoing almost radical changes.

Even without letters of recommendation,
Her current portfolio is not at the same level as her previous portfolio, and the schools she can apply to are not at the same level.

Gu Weijing painted outside, how could it have such a good effect?
So what if she misunderstood her little donkey.

Gu Weijing didn't jump on Mrs. Sakai's flying carpet at the beginning, and now everyone is not a person of the same way.

Opportunity is only for a moment, if you don't seize it, you will miss it for a lifetime.

Mona shook her head.

Not long after she had expelled her thoughts from Gu Weijing, she suddenly heard a crisp sound coming from outside the classroom.

"Gu Weijing!"

Miss Sandenu vaguely heard the name coming from the corridor, as if it came from the teaching assistant Komatsu.

A few seconds later, she saw Taro Komatsu coming in from the outside with a confused expression, stopped at the door, and stared at Miss Sakai's position.

Sakai Katsuko didn't know whether he didn't see it or was unwilling to answer, and he didn't even raise his head.

Assistant teacher Komatsu didn't go over, but turned around, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and poured water into his mouth.

Gu Weijing again.

Mona didn't know if she heard it wrong, but the name seemed to be lingering.

Whenever she made up her mind to expel the other party from her mind, things related to this name would appear again.

Miss Sandenou hesitated. She walked to the podium, took her iPad, and pulled up a photo.

The winter vacation assignments handed in by the art students were all pinned on the publicity boards in the corridors of the Dulwich College campus after the semester started, and put together with the plaster statues made by a few sculpture students.

It can be regarded as part of the publicity culture construction in the school.

There are also students in the school who do their homework attentively but not attentively, and their drawn works are exposed to the broad daylight for everyone to see.

When many of the paintings were pasted on the walls, Mona personally asked the officers in the student union to do them.

When pasting Gu Weijing's painting, she accidentally took a photo of the painting.

"Well, I owe you that."

There was always an idea in Shan Denu's mind, wondering if he could ask Mrs. Sakai, if she could see the creator's shortcomings from this work.

She wanted to know, in the mind of a high-ranking artist like Professor Cruz, what were the shortcomings of Gu Weijing's paintings, and why he was not eligible to be selected for the improvement class.

Mrs. Sakai looks down on Gu Weijing, and the interviewer at the school recruitment meeting may also have the same reason to dislike Gu Weijing.

It's not scary to make mistakes,
The terrible thing is that he was eliminated out of nowhere, and he was so stupid that he didn't know the reason.

Miss Sandenu felt that she had figured it out for Gu Weijing, and then sent a text message to convey it to the other party, so that they would be considered childhood sweethearts and grew up together.

She doesn't owe the other party anything.

Mona has always been a little unsure whether it is appropriate to disturb Mrs. Sakai's precious time for this kind of clumsy work by a student who is not appreciated by Professor Cruz.

Will it give the other party bad feelings?

never mind,

Today, she seems to have heard a topic related to Gu Weijing in the conversation between the other party and Assistant Professor Komatsu.

Regardless of whether you heard it wrong or not, just treat it as some kind of inspiration.

Mona didn't plan to bother Mrs. Sakai directly, she could ask the two teaching assistants for their opinions first.

The level of Assistant Professor Komatsu and Ms. Sakai is far beyond what they, the rural Dulwich students, can match.

It should be very easy to point and point Gu Weijing casually.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for me, Gu Weijing, look who here would care so much about you." Miss Sandenu bit her lip.

She hesitated whether to go to Katsuko Sakai or assistant teacher Komatsu.

Katsuko Sakai and Mona are both students of Dulwich College, so they should be closer.

But I don't know if it's because of her failed attempt to make friends, or the meaningful look Katsuko Sakai gave her just now.

A woman's intuition tells her,

Ms. Shengzi is not as close as she looks innocent.

She paced around for a while, but she still gave up the idea of ​​talking to Katsuko Sakai, and turned to talk to Komatsu Taro with a gloomy face.

The other party was originally responsible for instructing his own discipline assistant.

"Assistant Teacher Xiaosong, I'm very sorry. I might bother you. Here is a painting by my classmate Gu Weijing. I want to ask you what his problem is..."

Taro Komatsu is in a rage.

If the base map of the oil painting on Shengzi's photo wall is the work of Gu Weijing——

It's not just a question of whether the painting is good or bad.

The fiancée in his mind gave him a bad look, rejected his invitation, and ran to hook up with a wild boy in the middle of the night in the blink of an eye.

I also posted [MY LOVE] on INS, such a naked tweet with a high concentration of love.

Wu Dalang wasn't so fucking wronged!
Taro Komatsu was not in the mood to point out any works at all.

He originally wanted to wave his hand directly to get Mona off, but when he heard her half-speak, he stopped waving his hand.

Gu Weijing's painting?
He froze for a moment, lowered his head and subconsciously looked at the computer screen.

A portrait of a vintage Mercedes Benz S220.

Judging from student standards, it is barely satisfactory.

The scaling and proportional relationship of the oil painting images are desirable to a certain extent, but the color is not sharp enough, and the lines on the edges of the strokes have jagged, uneven color overflow.

This is the result of not having enough confidence in the oil brush and not being decisive enough when writing.

The contour line is not bad, but the overall composition of the picture is not full enough.

These problems ultimately lead to the lack of expressiveness of the picture, which lacks both the unique emotional sense of oil painting and the delicate and delicate feeling of photographs.

The painting method is even more unworthy of exposure.

"The painting is so realistic, why doesn't he become a photographer." Taro Komatsu thought mockingly.

In Komatsu's mind, there are two villains fighting each other.

The more sensible one told him that the photo updated by Sakai Katsuko on INS was Gu Weijing's painting.

Even if it is not, from an objective point of view, it is already very good to be able to draw the shape and lines in front of you when you are a student.

His own works in high school may not be much better than this painting.

The more sentimental villain is yelling that this kind of work on the tablet screen does not deserve the title of genius at all.

Taro Komatsu would rather believe that the level of this painting is the true level of this Gu Weijing.

The other party just didn't know what ghostly tricks they used, and they poured ecstasy soup on Mrs. Sakai's mother and daughter.

In the deepest part of his heart, Taro Komatsu knew that the actual possibility of such a thing was negligibly small.

However, the reason why human beings can be called emotional animals is because people's emotions often overcome rationality in their lives, and they are always good at making excuses for themselves.

"Is such a work worthy of painting? It's too ridiculous."

Taro Komatsu took the tablet.

He showed the painting to everyone in the classroom with some gaffes, like the impotent rage of a hysterical defeated dog, seeking some degree of emotional recognition.

"Look at this... The brushwork is rough, and the colors are all a mess. How to adjust the color, I know I want to restore the texture worn by time, I don't know, I thought it was a layer of shit on it. The color of the shadow here There is no connection at all, is he sleepwalking when he paints, or his eyes grow on his buttocks, and he has never seen what the shadows under the sun should look like?"

Taro Komatsu pinched the tablet in his hand tightly, his tone filled with hysterical excitement.

He felt that he was not only criticizing the painting, but also the person Gu Weijing.

He wants to take out every flaw in the work little by little, and show it to everyone, so that everyone can clearly realize what kind of guy Gu Weijing is.

it's a pity,
Xiao Song regretted that he was holding an electronic photo in his hand, instead of Gu Weijing's handwritten painting in his hand as he was in the underground parking lot that day.

Otherwise, Komatsu Taro will have to play the scene of tearing up the painting again.

Only in this way can he clearly show his disdain for Gu Weijing.

"I can't see any bright spots worthy of attention in such works. I draw with my toes, and they are better than shit Gu Weijing."

In the small painting classroom, there was silence.

Everyone was looking at Taro Komatsu and the tablet in his hand.

Obviously, some people noticed that Assistant Professor Komatsu's mood was not right.

Such accusations should not be what an elder teaching assistant teacher said to the students.

It doesn't matter if you criticize harshly. Whoever told you that he is an artist from Japan who has officially won an award in such a high-profile event as the Biennale, and I heard that there is a large gallery at home.

It's just that this kind of wording is very out of style.

"After all, we are students from a small place. We should not be able to get into the eyes of Assistant Professor Komatsu. Among us students, Gu Weijing's grades have always been considered very good."

Gu Weijing was a bit quiet in the past, but he wasn't that annoying thorn.

Some people felt that this was not good, and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Achievements, achievements can't be counted. Van Gogh didn't even go to the Academy of Fine Arts for a day, and he was a missionary."

Jerry smiled and said, "It's useless to study hard. Teacher Xiaosong obviously values ​​higher-end and more important things, such as creative inspiration. Selected by Mrs. Sakai to enter her improvement class."

"And all of us sitting here are more enlightened than Gu Weijing."

Jerry said with a smile.

He didn't know if what he said was right, anyway, Jerry was just talking nonsense, and he always regarded Gu Weijing as his potential enemy.

Someone scolded Gu Weijing, he was very happy.

When Jerry smiled, many people in the class also laughed. .

Miao Angwen's expression was a little weird. From the bottom of his heart, he also wanted to agree with Jerry's point of view, but he thought of the adult in the shadow.

After struggling for a moment, he obediently chose to keep his mouth shut, and just quietly ate melon beside him.

Komatsu Taro didn't care about the opinions of these turkeys, but the laughter of approval and approval still made him very satisfied, and he needed this now.

He said viciously: "Unless the lard is deceived, no gallery will be willing to sign such a painter!"

Mona's expression was dull, she never expected to hear such an answer.

Komatsu Taro directly regarded Gu Weijing as derogatory and had nothing to do.

That boy friend who seemed very promising to him turned out to be just a piece of mud in the eyes of real upper-class artists!

Mona couldn't believe the answer.

She had no choice but to believe what Komatsu assistant teacher said.

"I don't see it that way at all."

At this moment, a cold girl's voice came calmly.

"Senior Komatsu, you are completely overwhelmed by jealousy."

(End of this chapter)