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

Chapter 163, Invisible Power, Exhibition, Photoshoot
Under the envious gazes of the crowd, Jiang Zhe picked up his painting and followed Teacher Hu to the booth where the teachers gathered.

Teacher Hu helped Jiang Zhe hang the painting in the empty space, adjusted the balance, and then pulled him out of the booth.

Jiang Zhe took the time to take a look as he walked out of the booth.

There are ten works on display in the booth. My paintings are not the most visually impactful, nor the largest in size, but they are enough to attract people's attention.

In order to prevent himself from seeing his work through a filter, he sought advice from Teacher Hu.

Teacher Hu glanced into the booth and said, "Don't worry, it's no problem."

The two of them and other people waiting for news stood in the aisles on both sides of the booth, watching a dozen teachers reviewing the works from a distance.

After Jiang Zhe's painting was hung, all the teachers turned their eyes to him.

Professor Qin compared this painting with other works as objectively as possible, and was relieved when he found that the beauty of the work was attractive enough.

Director Liang silently compared Jiang Zhe's work with other works, and then said: "Yes, this kind of painting can be exhibited in the exhibition."

Although he did not specifically say this to that person, after comparison, most of the teachers agreed that Jiang Zhe's painting should remain. So, the next step was to eliminate two more works.

A teacher from the Academic Affairs Office is responsible for arranging specific matters.

Jiang Zhe saw two people being called in and two paintings being carried out.

Among them was Ou Jin.

He carried his works out of the booth, passed in front of Jiang Zhe and others, and was stared at by many people who were waiting for news.

Jiang Zhe saw that Ou Jin looked pale, and he didn't know if it was because of tiredness or anger, but he looked pale anyway.

Over the next ten minutes, some people moved their works in and some moved their works out.

Jiang Zhe never received any notification and kept waiting.

During the review process, some teachers questioned Jiang Zhe's paintings, thinking that this 19th century realistic painting style was a bit too old-fashioned; others thought that abstract paintings should be given some opportunities.

But every time it comes to a vote, this opinion becomes the minority.

The works in the booth changed several times, but Jiang Zhe's paintings were always there.

Director Liang looked at the information in his hand and said to everyone, "All the recommended works have been screened. Now let's decide on the remaining eight works."

Professor Qin and others expressed their agreement. Several teachers had different opinions because the works they recommended were eliminated, but they were in the minority among the crowd and could only agree.

Director Liang turned around, looked at the circular exhibition hall, and said, "The rest of the works will be hung in their existing positions."

The teachers in the Academic Affairs Office immediately conveyed the message, and teachers and students from all majors and classes began to hang up their works.

Teacher Hu happily asked Jiang Zhe to put labels on his works.

Director Liang and the heads of various majors watched the teachers and students adjust the positions of their works.

He whispered to Professor Qin, "After Jiang Zhe's painting was hung up, it has not been moved. Old Qin, I have to admit that the grasp and expression of beauty often depends on talent and luck."

Professor Qin said: "Jiang Zhe's work won the award without any fame or support. He really painted a beauty that can attract the audience. This kind of beauty is difficult to describe in words."

Director Liang chatted with several teachers for a while and then went to do other things.

Teacher Qin was not in a hurry to leave. Seeing Jiang Zhe putting the label on and examining his work, he walked over to him and said, "This painting looks good at first glance, and the more I look at it, the more I think it has charm. You can continue to work hard in this direction."

"Thank you, Teacher Qin."

Professor Qin said to Teacher Hu: "Let's take a photo together in front of the work.

After taking the group photo, Professor Qin and Teacher Hu went about their respective business.

When Jiang Zhe left the exhibition hall, he saw that all the works were in place.

He did not continue to pay attention to the exhibition, but prepared for the next sketching.

The teacher requires students to complete two types of works in the sketching class: sketches and colors.

Jiang Zhe wanted to take advantage of the class to prepare more manuscripts and collect more materials, so he planned to prepare two sets of tools: watercolor and oil painting.

While he was selecting supplies in the art store, the exhibition gradually generated buzz among students.

In the girls' dormitory, Yuan Xiaohan was taking care of her skin. Tao Lin hurried back to the dormitory. "Xiaohan, did you go to see the exhibition held by the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Yuan Xiaohan's face remained motionless, and he only said, "I heard about it, but I haven't seen it yet. Today is the first day, and I guess there will be a lot of people going to see it. I'll go tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Tao Lin said, "Do you know that there is a painting of yours that was placed in a particularly conspicuous position, and several students in our class saw it."

Yuan Xiaohan wanted to turn her head, but stopped herself. She kept her face still: "Whose painting is this?"

"you guess."

"I've seen Lan Xin's work. I guess it's Jiang Zhe's or Ou Jin's painting. No, Ou Jin's painting is unlikely."

Tao Lin said, "I heard that people who see paintings say all kinds of things. I want to go and take a look. Do you want to go?"

Yuan Xiaohan couldn't help it. "Let's go together."

She packed up briefly and hurried out with Tao Lin.

On the first day of the exhibition, there were many people coming to visit, most of them were teachers and students from the school, and there were also a small number of people from outside the school.

Yuan Xiaohan and his companion walked up the stairs to the exhibition hall on the second floor. The first thing they saw was the bustling crowd of visitors. Extending their sight forward, they could see eight works hanging on the best booth.

There is a crowd of people in front of each work.

Yuan Xiaohan saw Jiang Zhe's oil painting at first sight.

In the picture, a dancer is dancing.

Tao Lin also saw it: "Look, that's the one."

Yuan Xiaohan said, "It should be." Although the distance was far, he could tell that the painting was of himself.

As they moved forward with the line of visitors, they occasionally heard the staff members stopping people from taking photos.

"Student, please don't take pictures. There are watercolor paintings here. The flash light will cause great damage to the watercolors..."

"I'm not taking pictures of watercolors, I'm taking pictures of my classmates as souvenirs." Some people argued, while others turned off the flash and took pictures secretly.

Yuan Xiaohan looked at a few works absentmindedly, and gradually approached Jiang Zhe's works.

She observed the painting from different distances, gradually seeing the expressions and details of the characters more clearly, and increasingly felt the beauty of the painting.

Some people in front of them were discussing Jiang Zhe's paintings.

"...Look, the details of the dancing shoes stepping on the ground, you can even see the shape of the toes! How did you draw it?"

Tao Lin smiled secretly and turned to look at Yuan Xiaohan.

Yuan Xiaohan felt as if she was being judged and felt a little shy.

As a dancer, she started to adapt to the stage early on, but she still felt uncomfortable hearing such comments.

Tao Lin whispered in her ear: "This guy didn't take any pictures, but he observed so carefully. And, you——"

Yuan Xiaohan silently signaled him to stop talking.

They finally walked to the place closest to the picture and tried hard to see the details of the picture. It seemed that every detail was wonderful.

Tao Lin said to Yuan Xiaohan: "Quick, turn around, I'll take a picture for you."

Yuan Xiaohan got into position, and someone behind them urged her, "Classmates, hurry up."

"Yes, there are so many people here, don't just stand there."

Tao Lin hurriedly explained: "Sorry, the person in this painting is my classmate. Let's take a photo as a souvenir."

The person who was urging him suddenly fell silent.

Many people heard that the model in the painting had arrived and wanted to see what she looked like.

Under the gaze of many people, Yuan Xiaohan smiled at the camera.

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(End of this chapter)