Almighty painter

Chapter 353

There is no point in talking about hard work. Everyone who can become a painting master works hard.

When reading the biographies of the Spanish yellow-haired Salvador Dali and the Southern Pharaoh lecherous Picasso, you feel that each of these guys is like the protagonist of the online Galgame pornographic game.

If you think about it carefully, they have actually only done two things in their entire lives.

If I'm not picking up girls, I'm painting.

Each of them occupies half of life, and the concentration when doing these two things is not low.

The second level of career is precisely the time when a certain degree of spiritual understanding has begun to be required, expelling a large number of art students who only work hard but have no understanding from the door.

Gu Weijing's Chinese paintings, oil paintings and sketches.

If any one item is taken individually, Yangon, a world metropolis with a population of 1000 million, which ranks among the top [-] in the world, is at the level of being ranked third in the world. If placed in any economically underdeveloped country such as Myanmar, it can be considered The top painter.

Put it next door in Thailand, it is considered first-rate.

Even in countries like Kenya, which is economically underdeveloped but can be regarded as the mainstay of African art, a major emerging art country in the southern hemisphere that uses marathons and art industrial parks as its cultural calling cards may be considered second-rate.

It’s just that it may not be particularly outstanding in large art markets with tens of billions of dollars, such as Eastern Xia and Lao America.

Katsuko Sakai knows this.

She spent a long time this time, looking up and down at the half-finished work on the easel.

After a long time.

Shengzi said "oh" in a low voice.

It was a call somewhere between a voice and a nasal sound, an affirmation and a sigh.

It contained Miss Sakai's admiration for her boyfriend's improvement in skills, but also a little regret that she seemed to have tried her best to run forward.

But I always found that Gu Weijing's progress on the road of art was always faster than hers.

"I kind of understand what you are talking about, Gu Jun."

Shengzi looked at the canvas and then at the sky outside the window. She put her fingers into the palette made of transparent PVC plastic and fiddled with it like a dragonfly, watching the hundreds of ripples on the water ripple in the sunlight.

She said in Gu Weijing's ear: "I have painted so many apples that I can't even count them, but I have never thought of such a Zen way of observing things."

"When you paint, you paint apples. When you paint sunshine, you also paint apples. It's great."

Shengzi clapped softly, as if he had gained a lot from Gu Weijing's words. "I may think about my own work and where the next step of improvement should be."

"I know that Shengzi is the smartest. Do you want to practice it and see, or continue to watch me finish this painting."

Gu Weijing issued an invitation.

Miss Sakai felt a little moved and put the notebook in her hand on the table.

I thought about it.

The girl suddenly seemed to remember something. She stood up on her tiptoes and put her lips to Gu Weijing's ear and said, "Hey, Mr. Gu, you know, my dad is also very powerful."

Gu Weijing originally thought that Shengzi came over to kiss him.

The hairs on his ears stood up. Unexpectedly, these words came out of Shengzi's mouth, which made him feel a little confused.

"Of course it is."

Where is Professor Kazunari Sakai’s net worth among the top in Asia?Even now that the market price has increased dramatically, Tang Ning is still half a seat lower than Uncle Sakai.

In the field of painting that favors neoclassical aesthetics, it is needless to say that Uncle Sakai’s status is as majestic as a mountain.

Gu Weijing didn't know why Sakai Katsuko told him this.

"I heard that you take Professor Lin Tao's WeChat class every week?"

Shengzi smiled slightly and said in a slightly unconvinced tone: "Perhaps Professor Lin Tao's Chinese painting techniques are better, but my father's main occupation is oil painting, and he is also very good at Ukiyo-e. He has extensive exposure to both Eastern and Western art. , the painting techniques are complex and the emotions are profound. My mother said that whether it is art or life, my father has been polished by life into a strong and strange man, an art philosopher full of masculine temperament."

"If you don't mind, Gu Jun, would you like me to set up a small live broadcast, where you can paint here, and I can record your painting process for your father to watch and let him give you some suggestions?"

Sakai Shengzi looked at Gu Weijing with questioning eyes.

The look in the girl's eyes was a bit competitive and a bit provocative.

"Gu Jun, Professor Lin Tao taught you Apple philosophy. I think my father might also be able to give you some useful ideas?"

Gu Weijing nodded immediately in surprise and surprise. "Of course, no problem, it's my honor."

This is a great thing.

When painting, it is very helpful to have a great artist beside me to give guidance.

Ordinary study abroad agencies hire a lecturer from an art school to give you a one-on-one VIP course when designing your portfolio, and they charge $1 an hour.

Remote online classes are discounted as usual and cost $160.

It is impossible to even invite a painter like Kazunari Sakai.

Hearing the reply, Shengzi blinked and showed a satisfied smile.

Although it was first come, first served, it was Professor Lin Tao who fell in love with her boyfriend first, which she could understand.

But in Shengzi’s heart.

Your dad is always the better one.

In this regard, the gentle Sakai Katsuko also has a bit of a competitive side that is not often shown in life.

"Okay. I'm going to call my dad right now. Mom said that he has gone to Tokyo these days. It's [-] o'clock in Japan now. I don't know if he is taking care of students in the studio or if he is busy."

Katsuko took out her cell phone and pressed the dial button.
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Tama Art University, Tokyo.

On the walls of the [-]-square-meter large room, a banner with Steve Jobs’ motto “Stay hungry, Stay foolish” is next to a photo of Canadian bodybuilding champion Chris Bamstead’s bare back with twists and turns. And live.

It is one of the top three art schools in Japan, along with Tokyo University of the Arts and Musashino Art, and is the fifth-ranked super art academy in Asia.

As early as 1991, when Fujitani Nobuto was appointed as the principal of the school.

In order to rectify the increasingly frivolous figure of Heisei otakus under the bombardment of fried chicken and Two-dimensional, the founding slogan of "respecting the freedom and perseverance of art" was proposed.

Determined to make students' physical shaping and mental training an integral part of campus training.

Orders were ordered to build a number of gyms of various sizes in the school.

Times have changed.now.

The era name has been changed from Heisei to Reiwa.

If the old principal Fujitani, who has retired for many years, happens to walk into this gym now and looks at the chubby figure next to the Smith machine, he will definitely feel emotional.

——Oh, Baga, if I had known earlier, I should have included controlling the obesity rate of professors employed in the school into the school spirit construction policy.

In the eternal restless music of the gym.

The fat white man wearing a fitness vest that was too tight on his big belly lay helplessly on the ground. No matter how much the personal trainer around him encouraged him, he couldn't move. There was a kind of lying on the conveyor belt of a slaughterhouse, letting it go. Stewing, steaming, bleeding and electric shock, I just have the beauty of a lying pig.

"It can't be done anymore. It really can't be done anymore. If this continues... I'm going to die."

According to Katsuko - a strong and strange man, an artist and philosopher full of masculine temperament, Kazunari Sakai, is currently lying blankly on the black leather seat under the fitness equipment, his eyes are looking at the ceiling blankly, and his body is shaking from time to time. Twitch.

After he hung up the phone with his wife that day.

I took out my son's magazines and his favorite snacks, put them in front of him and meditated for 20 minutes, and finally decided that I could try to struggle again before my wife came home.

To escape his comfort zone, escape from the matcha daifuku and fried onion rings, escape from the yakiniku shop that exudes endless charm like tempting his unfaithful mistress.

He specially planned to find a relatively closed environment and booked a Shinkansen trip to Tokyo.

First, he went to Onkei Junior High School in Kanagawa Prefecture and took a casual look at Tsunamasa Sakai, who was still breathing in the boarding school. Then he ran to live next to the school where he was employed and signed up for a three-week private course at the Devil's Rapid Weight Loss Camp.

Even though Uncle Sakai's belly smacked loudly when he paid the fee, he made up his mind passionately, saying that as long as he couldn't practice to death, he would practice to death.

After the devil training begins.

Uncle Sakai suddenly felt that maybe it would be more comfortable to keep the set of Victoria's Secret underwear for himself.

"Come on! Come on! Come on, show your roots. Now, do another set of anaerobic fat-burning training. After another set, you can rest! Come on! The amount of training for the boys under me back then was only Just a warm-up after breakfast every day.”

The coach was shouting and slapping the Smith machine to encourage him.

The personal trainers in this gym are all formal employees of the school. Each one of them is a well-known fitness instructor in the industry. The person responsible for the special training of Uncle Sakai is the ace among aces and the hunk among hunks.

Before being hired by Tama, he had been responsible for the physical training of many strong baseball teams in Koshien.

To this day, the gym still has the monk-style bald head that was the uniform of the Koshien men's school team. There is a white band on the forehead, with the word "genxing" written in ink regular letters on it.

In Japanese culture, these two characters represent that a man can overcome all physical difficulties with perseverance.

"Can't do it, no chance, give up."

Kazunari Sakai shook his head like a wave drum and denied it three times.

"Burn the potential in your body, the root of a man..."

"Genuineness also has its limits, okay? On the Pacific battlefield, when the black-hearted politicians sent stupid citizens to the bloody millstone of war while talking and laughing, to pay for their ambitions and sins, they also liked to use the word "genzu" to beautify their propaganda. That’s ridiculous. Stop burning, coach, my whole body is almost burning. If it burns again, I’m afraid it will dissolve the rhabdomyos."

Uncle Sakai looked at the macho brother with empty eyes, as if he was looking at a war criminal who dragged a strong man into the battlefield with a bayonet with deep disgust.

He shook his big belly vigorously to show that the world and pain of the fat house were beyond the imagination of a strong man like him.

What Uncle Sakai said was not wrong.

The weight loss camp is closed.

He didn't know whether the body would undergo rhabdomyolysis due to high-dose exercise in a short period of time.

Anyway, in the past three days, Uncle Sakai’s staple food has been cabbage fruit and vegetable juice, cabbage fruit and vegetable juice, and tmd cabbage fruit and vegetable juice.

It would be strange not to feel acid reflux and burning in the stomach.

"No, I'm keeping an eye on your body data. Where does this amount of exercise come from? Just pay more attention to replenishing water and replenishing electrolytes."

The bald physical trainer shook his head disdainfully.

"No way. I've been drinking this shit for three days and I smell like a big green cabbage. Unless I can eat some real food, I can't even do one. ." Uncle Sakai was as soft as a ball of mud that couldn't be lifted up, and he ignored the coach's professional advice.

"Sandwich chocolate is okay, I saw the package in the open drawer on the counter. Bring that to me. I'll pay you [-] yen." Sakai Kazunari promised to seduce him with a lot of money.

Faced with this dead pig's attitude of not being afraid of boiling water.

The coach was also a little helpless.

If he left it alone, he might start beating people.

Japanese-style campuses are very hierarchical places. Many high school baseball teams still maintain strict military management, and it is common for coaches to beat people.

In the early years, baseballs were coated with reflective lime in the early hours of the morning and practiced pitching in the dark. They were not allowed to drink water during training to strengthen their will... In the last century, there were foreign coaches hired by foreign colleges and universities from the American Major League Baseball for a study tour. See When I went to Koshien for training, my eyes widened and I cursed the Japanese for their perverted behavior.

He said in disbelief that someone would die if he did this.

That's right, although Koshien is a place where campus superstars are born, whichever boy is selected for the school team means that he has the first right to choose a spouse in the whole school.

But in history, people have really excelled in training, and beatings and scoldings from coaches are even more common.

However, the bald trainer knew that the fat boy lying flat in front of him was the mascot and cultural sign of the entire Tama Academy, a treasure that the school spent a lot of money to invite.

Facing Uncle Sakai's attitude that if you dare to let me practice, I will die on the spot for you to see, it really feels a bit like a dog trying to pick a hedgehog and having no way of starting.

"Chocolate is not good. What you are doing is anaerobic fat-burning training. Three points depends on training and seven points depends on eating. The main effect is not our training that makes you lose weight quickly, but the diet and the human body caused by training. Its own high metabolism.”

The physical fitness teacher hesitated for a moment, but still refused Professor Sakai's money with integrity.

"A plate of chocolate has more than 500 calories. If you eat it, we have to add another set of training after lunch to get rid of it again..."

When the bald man saw Uncle Sakai's desperate eyes, he still took a small step back.

"However. If you do another set of anaerobic exercise, you can drink a glass of the gym's special milkshake later."

"Special milkshake?"

Uncle Sakai sighed and held the crossbar of the trainer with a bitter look on his face: "What you call milkshake means cabbage juice. Forget it, don't tell me. Leave me a thought." .”

"Come on! Remember the steps to exert force, 1, 2, 3, then again, 1, 2, 3..."

Professor Sakai’s body was trembling with fat, and his entire Smith machine was shaking when he was training.

So he didn't notice.

The phone in my gym bag happened to be vibrating at this moment.

(End of this chapter)