Transformed into a comic book artist

When Su Xian'er is addicted to games these days, Lin Jingshu is running around, Wang Zimeng is working hard to develop the live broadcast platform, and Shiina Yuying is flustered.

At this time, the Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts.

As the vice president of the Chinese Art Association, Zhang Yue is often invited to give lectures at major art academies and even well-known high schools.

Every time he was invited, Zhang Yue happily went to the appointment. As the vice president of the Chinese Art Association, he also has to shoulder the responsibilities of this position. There are very few art students in the world, and the same is true in China. This year, the number of art students in major colleges and universities has decreased again, which has made the art association also begin to worry.

Although there was a beautiful girl named Miaobi who set off a revolution in painting style, based on the ACG circle, her painting style influenced the whole world. There are also more art students around the world.

But the effect is too minimal, because whether a student can become an art student depends entirely on the parents.

Parents see no way out of becoming an art student. If their children become art students, wouldn't this destroy their children's future? Moreover, it is very difficult to lay the foundation for becoming an art student, because the art circle does not have a set of teaching materials that can allow students to grow quickly, which is very embarrassing.

Every industry has its own foundation. But this is not the case in the art world. Many art masters racked their brains in their later years, thinking about how to increase the number of art talents around the world and make themselves famous throughout the ages.

Unfortunately, this situation is too difficult.

"Master Zhang, the lecture you just gave was really wonderful."

At the Huaxia Academy of Art, Vice President Fu Qingyi and Zhang Yue were admiring the ‘Little West Lake’ and walking along it.

Zhang Yue smiled lightly and said, "Principal Fu, please think about what you just said."

Hearing this, Principal Fu sighed slightly and said, "It's not that our school is not making progress, but that there have been too few art students applying for the exam in recent years. The school has also used many methods, but parents are just not willing to let their children become Art students, there’s nothing we can do.”

In addition to giving lectures, Zhang Yue also contacted the top management of the Academy of Fine Arts, hoping that these schools could think of ways to attract students from major high schools, such as holding competitions, reducing tuition and miscellaneous fees, etc.

Unfortunately, these methods have been used by schools for a long time and have little effect.

Hearing this, Zhang Yue also sighed, and he also gave routine supervision. We also know that major art colleges and universities are currently short of students, and competition for student resources among major art academies is very fierce.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue's eyes suddenly froze. He saw a person holding a small eight-fold drawing board in the pavilion of Xiaoxi Lake. From time to time, he raised his head and looked into the distance, then lowered his head and started to draw on the drawing board.

"What is that person doing? Painting?" Zhang Yue murmured in a low voice, with a curious look on his face. Why is there still someone painting outdoors?

Principal Fu was also confused. He had never seen students or teachers drawing outside with an octavo drawing board. The two of them walked over with curiosity to see what was going on.

When Zhang Yue came to Yang Shen, he found that he was already immersed in the world of painting and couldn't extricate himself. Of course, this is related to the fact that he came here quietly, plus the other party is in front and he is behind. So it's normal not to feel it.

However, when Zhang Yue stared at Yang Shen's drawing board, he couldn't help but take a breath...

"This..." Zhang Yue murmured, extremely softly. He was afraid of affecting the other party, but his eyes were shocked and his body was trembling. He saw that the middle-aged man in front of him was actually painting Xiaoxi Lake! The scene in the painting is exactly the same as the scene in front of Zhang Yue...

When Fu Qingyi saw this scene, he was also shocked. As the vice president of the Academy of Fine Arts, he is also an art master. Naturally, you can tell what the person in front of you is doing...

After Yang Shen spent more than ten minutes carefully sculpting the scenery in front of him, he looked up and was shocked.

As a middle-aged man with a wife and daughter, he was very frightened when he was suddenly looked at with naked eyes by two elderly people.

Seeing this, Zhang Yue looked so excited that he even stuttered, "Hello... hello, can you let me see the painting you drew?"

"This..." Yang Shen frowned and groaned inwardly. You must know that the painting skills he just learned were sketches taught by Teacher Miaobi, who is the head of the art department of Station B and a member of Miaobi Studio.

Yang Shen took a few days off to visit his father-in-law in Yanjing because of his wife's father's health.

In the past few days, my father-in-law's health has gradually improved, and he heard that the scenery of the Little West Lake at the Huaxia Academy of Art is amazing, so he came directly with a drawing board to sketch the scenery.

I didn’t expect that someone would see me just after I finished painting. He specifically chose the time for class and came when there were fewer people.

But Yang Shen suddenly felt that the two old men in front of him looked familiar.

Without waiting for him to think more, Zhang Yue saw Yang Shen hesitate, took a deep breath, took a step back, and then introduced himself, "Hello, I am Zhang Yue, the vice president of the Huaxia Art Association, and the person next to me is the vice president of the Huaxia Academy of Art. Principal Fu Qingyi. I came over to take a look because I was curious, but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect..."

Zhang Yue repeated it for a long time, and he didn't even know what words to use to describe his current mood, but he was so excited. As an art master, he could see the painting skills of the other party just now without Yang Shen's explanation. It is a kind of painting foundation.

As for this foundation, he knew its meaning and the impact it represented after reading it once. This kind of painting foundation can definitely popularize the world and improve the painting skills of art students.

Not only Zhang Yue was excited, but Fu Qingyi beside him couldn't help himself. Suppressing his excitement, Fu Qingyi looked at Yang Shen and asked, "Are you a teacher at the school?"

Yang Shen looked middle-aged, well-dressed, and very much like a teacher.

However, Yang Shen shook his head with a wry smile. He knew that he had exposed the landscape sketches that Teacher Miaobi had taught him, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Are you willing to join the Art Association?" After Zhang Yue calmed down, he looked at Yang Shen with fiery eyes. As a respected person, he would not pass on this painting foundation without the consent of the founder.

But if the other party joined the Art Association, maybe he could ask the other party.

Yang Shen was stunned, then he looked Zhang Yue up and down, and for a long time...shocked, "You...are you Master Zhang Yue?"

"I am just a little richer in painting knowledge than others...I can't be called a master." Zhang Yue waved his hand. He didn't dare to call himself a master in front of someone who had created a painting foundation.

As a smart man, Yang Shen knew that Zhang Yue valued the landscape sketch he had just shown, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "I know what you two think, but... this sketch was not created by me. It was created by someone else, so please forgive me for authorizing you without the other party's consent."

"Sketch?" Zhang Yue chewed on the name and felt that it was very appropriate. Just now, Yang Shen recorded the Little West Lake in the painting in just over ten minutes. It was really fast. Thinking of him, he asked anxiously, "Who is that master?"

"... Wonderful brush."

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