Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

Chapter 130, Drafting, Price of Award-winning Works, and Teasing

A dozen students stood in front of their easels, either observing or concentrating on painting. In the studio, the only sound was the sound of pencils scratching on paper.

Four plaster statues and more than twenty sets of easels and drawing boards do not crowd the studio, but instead form a special rhythm.

The afternoon sun shines through the window and falls on the windowsill. The light does not change the light and dark effects of the plaster statue, but instead adds warm colors to the studio.

White walls, white paper, white plaster statues, dark floors, brown easels and wooden drawing boards. The whole studio is like an oil painting, and the students who work hard are the vibrant colors that embellish the painting.

With the insights gained from the simulated images, Jiang Zhe overlapped the modeling process in the images with the plaster statue in front of him, looking for important lines and structures.

After each pencil line he drew, he would pause and think before drawing the next one.

In the draft stage, many people's drawings look similar.

There are only a dozen lines of varying lengths in Jiang Zhe's paintings, which seem unremarkable, but each stroke has its own considerations.

In addition to reproducing the image, these lines also record his feelings. Some lines may seem wrong or should not appear at the moment, but they will only truly show their function at a certain stage in the depiction process.

An hour later, Jiang Zhe drew a vague outline on the paper.

He took two steps back, observing the painting while adjusting his mood. To devote oneself to painting and to appreciate and grasp the beauty is a great burden on a person. If one maintains this state for a long time, it will be bad for health.

He put down his paintbrush and let his mind relax.

More than half of the students in the class had already started writing, so he tried not to make any noise while walking around.

Jiang Zhe looked at the paintings of the students who had already started. Some painted slowly, while others painted quickly. Regardless of the speed, there were basically no major problems with the shape. After understanding the level of the students, he walked outside the studio, stood in the corridor, looked out the window, and relaxed his eyes and mind.

In the studio, some students also began to observe each other.

Knowing that Jiang Zhe is the top student in his major, many students want to see his paintings.

No matter what they thought, after seeing that Jiang Zhe's painting had only a dozen lines, and some of the lines had unknown functions, the students showed different reactions.

Some people keep their doubts deep in their hearts and watch other people's works without showing any emotion; some people are outspoken and express their feelings directly.

A classmate named Zheng Wenfeng asked a familiar classmate: "Look, what is Jiang Zhe doing by drawing these lines? It feels wrong, doesn't it?"

The person being questioned shook his head: "I don't know, maybe he has his own considerations."

Zheng Wenfeng said: "I don't see that his paintings are better than ours? Besides, don't you think that some of the paintings are a bit anxious?"

The person being asked answered: "Everyone has his own habits."

A classmate named Ou Xiaolin said: "Some people are suitable for short works. They can produce a great picture effect in a few hours. Once they are asked to paint a work for a week or even a month, they don't know how to go deeper."

"Yes, there is such a phenomenon," said Zheng Wenfeng.

Someone silently signaled to him to speak more quietly.

Zheng Wenfeng and his classmates were not dissatisfied because there were still a few people in the class who drew very quickly. They had already finished the draft and started to distinguish the light and dark sides.

Even though those people were wearing headphones, their comments were easy to hear.

The monitor looked around the studio and asked another class committee member, "Do you know where those who didn't come went?"

At this time, more and more people paused due to fatigue.

Someone who knew the details explained, “Those few felt they had no inspiration, so they went looking for it.”

Han Yin sighed and said nothing more. No one will urge you to study in college.

Jiang Zhe poured himself a glass of water, returned to the studio, and re-examined the painting.

Comparing the paused images of the simulated video, I judged that there was no problem with the preliminary draft. However, to go deeper, I had to carefully depict each step.

He readjusted his mood, prepared a draft in his mind, and began to make adjustments to the original manuscript.

At this time, Teacher Hu walked into the classroom, found Jiang Zhe, and told him a piece of news.

"Our school is going to publish an excellent test paper. Your sketching, color, and creation classes will be selected, and you will be given extra points when the grades are calculated at the end of the semester."

"Thank you, Teacher Hu." Jiang Zhe expressed his gratitude to the teacher.

There was another classmate whose work would also be selected. When Teacher Hu went to notify the student, Jiang Zhe opened the system and saw a prompt: The painter received the honor...

When Teacher Hu conveyed the message, he intentionally let other students hear it as well.

This news made many people feel uneasy. In the past, everyone had seen the excellent test papers published in the bookstore, but they did not expect that their classmates' paintings would also be selected and published.

Some people are envious, some are jealous, and some have come to congratulate the two people who were selected.

Jiang Zhe could guess what his classmates were thinking because the system started prompting that the painter had won honors.

After dealing with these things, he continued to paint.

He maintained his previous rhythm, never drawing useless lines, and never drawing without thinking it through.

Jiang Zhe painted until the evening. Feeling tired, he packed up his painting supplies, said goodbye to his classmates who were still working hard, and left the studio.

On his way to the cafeteria, he received a call from Wang Zhen.

"Jiang Zhe, congratulations, your painting was sold for $1.4. We roughly calculated that you should get 5.6. Don't think it's too little, this amount has already saved as much as possible." Wang Zhen was worried that Jiang Zhe would not be satisfied with the amount of money he got, so he explained every expense in detail.

After hearing this, Jiang Zhe expressed his understanding: "Thanks for the hard work you and your gallery friends have put in. I am very satisfied with this price."

"Okay, I'll do the formalities as soon as possible. Do you have time tonight?"

Jiang Zhe said: "Yes, I just finished my professional course."

"I'll send someone to pick you up and bring you to my place." Jiang Zhe said without hesitation: "Pick up Lawyer Qin as well."

When he reached the school gate, he thought of Chen Yan and sent her a text message: I have to go to the gallery. I have something urgent to do and can’t have dinner with you.

Chen Yan replied quickly: I understand, go ahead and get busy.

Jiang Zhe walked out of the school gate and waited for a while before he saw Wang Zhen’s assistant driving to pick him up.

He picked up Lawyer Qin by car and went to Wang Zhen's gallery together.

Wang Zhen has already prepared the documents faxed by the other party.

Lawyer Qin helped Jiang Zhe complete the formalities.

Wang really wanted to invite them both to dinner.

Lawyer Qin said that there was still something else to do at the law firm and Jiang Zhe wanted to return to school as soon as possible.

Wang Zhen sent the two downstairs, and Lawyer Qin left first in a car.

Wang Zhen said to Jiang Zhe: "European colleagues suggested that you can continue the style of the award-winning work."

Jiang Zhe understood what she meant and politely refused: "I won't consider it for now. I will paint repeated works."

Wang Zhen stopped persuading her and changed the subject: "You've made a lot of money now, would you like to consider buying a car?"

Jiang Zhe said: "I'm already taking the driver's license test. I'll talk about it after I pass the test."

Wang Zhen sent a car to take Jiang Zhe back to school.

When Jiang Zhe returned to school, the cafeteria was closed, so he had dinner at a nearby restaurant.

He returned to the dormitory and found that his three roommates were not there.

After washing up, he made himself a cup of tea and while drinking it he looked through the information he had recorded about Michelangelo and the David statue.

In order to paint the plaster statue of David well, he felt it necessary to know all the relevant knowledge.

As an important figure of the Renaissance, Michelangelo is as famous as Leonardo da Vinci and Raphael and is an indispensable part of art history.

There are many records that say he has a bad temper, a rough character, and is unkempt. This is not the standard for judging a person's quality and talent. People who speak directly and only know how to work hard are often not well received.

Just as Jiang Zhe was reading the relevant information, the dormitory door was pushed open and Shao Hui came back.

He saw Jiang Zhe and asked, "I didn't see you at dinner, I thought you were still working hard in the studio."

Jiang Zhe didn't mention anything about selling his paintings, he just said he had to go out for something.

Shao Hui sat down at his seat, drank a few sips of boiled water, and then said to Jiang Zhe, "Jiang Zhe, I just went to our school's Internet room to play for a while.

When I was in high school, I didn't have the opportunity to go online. Today I found out that there is an Internet room in the building next to the library. It is cleaner than the Internet cafes outside, has a lot of games, and the prices are similar to those outside. Do you want to go?"

Jiang Zhe knew that place was a great place to kill time, so he declined the invitation.

Shao Hui continued to talk about the fun things in the Internet room.

At this time, the landline phone in the room rang. This phone requires a calling card to make external calls, and external calls rarely come in.

Shao Hui rushed over to answer the phone.

He listened for a moment and said to the caller, "Brother Du Xin is not in the dormitory. Can you call back later?... I don't know where he went... Okay, goodbye."

He put down the phone and said to Jiang Zhe, "I think it was Du Xin's wife who came to check on him."

Jiang Zhe also laughed: "If you say you don't know, Du Xin might have to explain it for a long time."

Shao Hui said: "You can't make up this kind of thing. If you say something inappropriate, it will be even more troublesome."

Jiang Zhe said: "You seem to be very experienced."

Shao Hui laughed out loud.

Jiang Zhe read until about 8 o'clock, and Du Xin took him and a male classmate back to the dormitory.

He introduced his classmates to Jiang Zhe and the other man.

Shao Hui told Du Xin that someone called him.

Du Xin immediately took out his phone card and called his wife back.

He took too long to make the call, and his classmates got bored of waiting, so they said goodbye and left.

Soon, Gan Wenjie also came back. Hearing the tone of Du Xin's phone call, he looked at Shao Hui and Jiang Zhe curiously.

Shao Hui didn't explain, just gestured for him to listen.

Du Xin finally finished the call.

Shao Hui laughed and teased: "Brother Du, is it your sister-in-law who came to check on you? If you encounter this kind of situation again in the future, how can we speak up for you?"

Du Xin was not angry at being teased, and seemed to be very proud of being checked up. He changed his low voice when he was on the phone and answered generously: "Just say I have something to do."

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