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

Chapter 155: If it’s not peaceful, who won’t flatter?
Jiang Zhe took Xiao Ka to the familiar pedestrian street and saw Chen Yan wearing sunglasses and waving at him from afar.

Xiao Ka found Chen Yan and tried to pull Jiang Zhe towards Chen Yan. Its appearance has not changed much, its hair is fluffy, and it is still very cute and a little silly.

Chen Yan took the dog leash and stroked Xiao Ka.

Jiang Zhe planned to ask Chen Yan to accompany him to the dance studio to create, so he would use the morning time to accompany her out to play and buy clothes at the same time.

Although Chen Yan was dissatisfied with this matter, she no longer objected strongly after her previous experience. Shopping on the pedestrian street quickly made her forget her worries.

At the same time, Lan Xin was carefully copying Ye Qianyu's works in the school library.
Last time she sketched in the dance studio, her paintings were praised by everyone. However, after seeing Jiang Zhe's paintings, she realized that her paintings were at a disadvantage in terms of modeling and visual impact. When placed next to Jiang Zhe's paintings, they would be drowned out. Therefore, whenever she had time, she would come to the library to learn to trace.

Because she is studying Chinese painting, she also wants to take this opportunity to improve.

The work she is currently tracing is Xishuangbanna Peacock Dance, created by Ye Qianyu in 1991, with dimensions of 68cm×68cm.

From its size to its content, this work was a great inspiration for her upcoming creation.

This creation, including the study during this period, gave her a new understanding. It is difficult for her to catch up with Jiang Zhe in shaping images, so she might as well put more effort into the artistry of traditional Chinese painting to present a unique aesthetic.

Yuan Xiaohan was resting with his eyes closed in his dormitory, preparing for portrait sketching in the afternoon.

Tao Lin returned to the dormitory and saw Yuan Xiaohan lying on the bed, so she asked, "Hey, you are so relaxed that you even reduced your practice time to paint the portrait."

Yuan Xiaohan opened his eyes and said, "I have to stay in the best condition so that they can see it and draw it."

"Oh, you also prepared two sets of training clothes?" Tao Lin saw the clothes on the hanger and asked, "Hey, I heard that you found someone again, what's the matter with that person?"

Yuan Xiaohan closed his eyes and said helplessly, "He's a junior at the Academy of Fine Arts, majoring in watercolor. His family has some connection with my dad. He's helped me paint once before. Last time, when I asked Lan Xin and the others to paint my portrait, the news got out. He offered to help me paint another one. Because of my father's connection, I couldn't refuse."

Tao Lin said: "Have you told Lan Xin and the others? Many people who study art are very sensitive."

"No."

Tao Lin said, "Does that junior student have any feelings towards you?"

Yuan Xiaohan snorted: "You will know once you meet him."

"I must take a good look at this man in the afternoon."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Zhe walked into the teaching building with painting supplies and Chen Yan walked into the teaching building with a backpack.

Students were not allowed to bring pets into the school, so they had to send Xiaoka home and bought some drinks and snacks.

The last time Chen Yan accompanied Jiang Zhe on sketching, she felt a little bored. Snacks are a good way to kill time, and sharing them with other girls is also a pleasure.

When they pushed open the door of the dance studio, they heard laughter coming from inside.

The dance studio has smooth wooden floors, a mirror on one wall and barres on three white walls.

The afternoon sun makes the room brighter.

A few girls were sitting on stools chatting. When they heard the door open, they all turned around.

Yuan Xiaohan saw Jiang Zhe and the other person come in and greeted them warmly.

Chen Yan was obviously much more enthusiastic towards Yuan Xiaohan and the others, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking at all.

Yuan Xiaohan and Tao Lin are good at talking. "Chen Yan, you look so beautiful today. Are these new clothes you just bought?"

Chen Yan said: "I bought it this morning when Jiang Zhe accompanied me shopping.

"Yo, they sound like an old married couple."

Chen Yan was not shy about the teasing, and cleverly avoided the question. She was intentionally revealing information, just like Karl marking his territory everywhere.

"We also brought some snacks and fruits for everyone to try."

It was Jiang Zhe who suggested buying the fruit.

Here in Binhai, there are not many kinds of fruits in autumn, but imported fruits are already on the market.

Except for Yuan Xiaohan, other girls can't eat these fruits often. Several girls looked at the boxes of fruits and snacks that Chen Yan took out, and after a while they refused, but couldn't resist Chen Yan's enthusiasm and started to taste them.

When the girls eat snacks and fruits, they hold a piece in their hands and eat while talking. It is a good way to kill time.

Sometimes Chen Yan would put a piece of it into Jiang Zhe's mouth.

While they were talking, Jiang Zhe prepared his tools. Lan Xin did the same.

The door was pushed open again, and a young man with a bald head and the rest of his hair combed back poked his head in. When he saw Yuan Xiaohan, his face immediately broke into a smile. "Xiaohan, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

He walked into the classroom quietly and closed the door with his shoulder.

Jiang Zhe turned around and saw that the young man had chubby cheeks, very fair skin, and was wearing a plaid shirt. He was holding a roll of drawing paper in his left hand and a bag of painting supplies in his right hand.

The man took two quick steps, put down his painting supplies, and extended his hand to shake hands with Yuan Xiaohan.

Yuan Xiaohan raised the snacks in his hand and said, "Senior Ou, there's something stuck on my hands. Sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay," the man said without any embarrassment. Yuan Xiaohan introduced everyone: "This is Ou Jin, a junior at the Academy of Fine Arts." Then he told everyone why he came.

Ou Jin took the initiative to greet the people present, and his eyes lit up when he saw the pretty girls. However, when he found the drawing board and painting tools prepared by Jiang Zhe and Lan Xin, the smile on his face became stiff.

Yuan Xiaohan introduced Jiang Zhe and Lan Xin to him.

Before Ou Jin came, he already knew some news. He smiled and said to the two, "I've heard of you. You are both freshmen. You are good at painting. If you work hard, you will have a bright future. I am very familiar with Professor Liu and Professor Lin. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

Jiang Zhe took a look at him and felt that this man was extremely unreliable.

Lan Xin didn't even raise her head.

Ou Jin took out the drawing board and continued, "I heard from Xiaohan that you have already painted a portrait of Xiaohan. Have you ever compared which of you painted better?
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him. How many people who can get into college are fools? The provocative meaning of this statement was too obvious.

Yuan Xiaohan secretly cursed Ou Jin for being a beast. When he said this, it seemed as if he also wanted Jiang Zhe and the other man to decide the winner.

Jiang Zhe looked at Lan Xin, and coincidentally, Lan Xin also turned her head. The two looked at each other and probably understood each other's intentions. Don't be fooled. Besides, with such a guy coming, the afternoon might not be too peaceful.

Lan Xin didn't say anything, but Jiang Zhe didn't want to pretend he didn't hear her, as this would only encourage the other party's arrogance. But before he could say anything, Chen Yan couldn't help but asked, "Classmate, are you hoping that they will fight?"

He spoke quickly and exposed the shortcomings on the spot, and Jiang Zhe gave him an admiring look.

Ou Jin looked aggrieved: "How can you say that? Comparing with each other will help each other."

Jiang Zhe smiled. Since he had nothing to do, he might as well have a quarrel.

"Classmate Ou Jin is right. We never compared our paintings last time." He looked at Lan Xin, "Classmate Lan Xin, what do you think professional painters should do if they encounter this situation?"

Lan Xin didn't understand what Jiang Zhe meant for a moment, so she shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"Let's support each other." Jiang Zhe gave Lan Xin a look, "Classmate Ou Jin also reminded us that if we want to get involved in this industry in the future, we must adapt in advance. I have participated in some activities, so I will go first."

No one knew what he was going to say, but they knew it would be interesting.

Jiang Zhe cleared his throat. "The first thing I felt when I saw Lan Xin's work last time was her irrepressible talent. Upon closer inspection, I can see that Lan Xin's brushwork is calm and steady, and there must be a source for that."

He looked at Ou Jin, "It is a continuation of the writing style of Mr. Ye Qianyu and Mr. Jiang Zhaohe, highlighting the role of sketching..."

Lan Xin understood what Jiang Zhe meant, and so did the others, and they listened to Jiang Zhe's flattery with interest.

"…Sketch is a product of Western painting that has spread to the East. There is no concept of sketch in our traditional painting. The basis of Chinese painting is the unique line drawing. This method of depicting objects with monochrome lines has two functions: shaping images and collecting materials. It is the basic skill of Chinese painters. With the introduction of Western art in the 20th century, Chinese painting and sketching have established a close connection, which has prompted Chinese painting to enter the expression of reality.

Lan Xin’s paintings reflect the combination of sketching and line drawing, as well as the exploration of subject matter expression…”

Jiang Zhe had never flattered others like this before, but he had seen how painters in the Art Society flattered each other, and in order to attack Ou Jin, he even raised the level of his flattery.

Everyone listened to him and waited to see if Lan Xin could catch it.

Lan Xin felt a little embarrassed. Could these words be applied to her? However, everyone has vanity. These nice words make people feel comfortable. She silently organized her words and took over the topic as soon as Jiang Zhe stopped talking.

"Student Jiang Zhe is exaggerating. My paintings cannot compare to yours.

Senior Ou, wait a minute, take a look at Jiang Zhe's paintings, and you will understand why his works have won awards abroad. He is very good at expressing the spiritual temperament of the object with exquisite skills and creating a lyrical atmosphere.

Last time he was sketching, he used a combination of toner and carbon sticks to create the texture of oil painting, with vivid shapes and bright colors. He must have learned and absorbed the techniques of Degas and Latour..."

Jiang Zhe hurriedly said modestly: "I can't sit still because of what Lan Xin said."

"I'm not exaggerating." Lan Xin has adapted to the rhythm: "Do you know? The paintings that Jiang Zhe sent to exhibit abroad were sold out, and the price was not low." She had only heard about it vaguely and didn't know the details, but it didn't stop her from bragging.

"Really?" someone asked.

"When did it happen?" This matter had not yet spread, Ou Jin didn't know about it and thought it was impossible.

"The most expensive one is 2 US dollars." Yuan Xiaohan gave the exact number.

Jiang Zhe said modestly: "This price is not comparable to that of a professional painter."

Ou Jin forced a smile on his face. He knew Yuan Xiaohan's character and realized that this might be true.

This is really heartbreaking.

Twenty thousand dollars, my teacher's paintings didn't sell for that much. Also, the two of them praised each other and left me aside, which was equivalent to saying that I was not qualified.

A few girls were laughing and supporting Jiang Zhe and the other man, which made Ou Jin feel even more uncomfortable.

Yuan Xiaohan saw Ou Jin's expression and quickly turned away.

Jiang Zhe ate the fruit that Chen Yan fed him and thought, no wonder those professional painters like to flatter each other.

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