Beyond The Outline

Other students arrived in the studio one after another, and there were more than 30 students in a class.

When the studio was almost half full, the vacant seats next to Kang Kai had already taken five or six people. They were all familiar faces who participated in painting competitions. Kang Kai had won two good rankings and was regarded as a "star contestant" in this group. ."

"Master Kang!" Another classmate called him as soon as he walked in, and then took a few steps to sit down on the empty seat next to Kang Kai.

"..." Kang Kai opened the seventh time he was forced to chat with him: "Hello, hello, the master is not too good, too much praise."

That classmate was also familiar, and he hooked on Kang Kai's shoulder and said, "Hey, the master is humble. We met on the day of the Xinghai Cup selection. I heard that you also came here for training, but I didn't expect to meet him."

Kang Kai: "You are polite."

Kang Kai was chatting with him, and couldn't help but look back to see what Xu Sheng was doing.

In the end, he only saw half of the back of his head—this master had seen too much in the studio, and he was impatient. Xu Sheng's hair grew a little longer, and his long legs could only step under the easel due to lack of space. With your neck hanging down, choose between sleeping and playing with your phone.Finally choose to sleep.

So the back half of his head was completely buried, and the easel beam raised his knees, just enough to lie down, only half of his elbow could be seen from the side.

There are two star players in their training camp, one is Kang Kai, and the other is said to have won a lot of awards. The boy wore glasses and sat in the middle of the second row after entering the door and picked a good perspective.

The two star contestants were greeted one by one by other students in the studio.

In the world of art candidates, there is no academic record, whoever paints well is the boss.

Xu Sheng slept for ten minutes.

With the noisy conversation, the studio teacher walked in with a stack of information books.

Kang Kai did not care whether Xu Sheng was asleep or not, and sent a message to Xu Sheng:

I really don't think it is right. I doubt that I will have an exam.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the phone was shaking against his thigh, Xu Sheng squinted his eyes and took out the phone.

The teacher in the studio is slightly older than Aunt Kang. The man is still not too old at this age. His hair is dyed fashionable and his body is thin. He stood by the pile of still life and suppressed all the sounds in the studio with a single sentence. : "For the basic test, the color should be warm. The time is two hours. Let's start painting. Self-introduction is not necessary. The set is all imaginary. Use your paintings to let me know you."

The audience was quiet: "..."

Then an unexpected wailing broke out: "No."

"I will take a test as soon as I come?"

Xu Sheng was still shrinking in the back, not sleeping enough.

Last night, he brushed up questions until early in the morning, and chatted with his boyfriend until midnight. He packed up his things early in the morning and moved to the dormitory building. Now he lacks sleep.

After hearing that, he put his leg down, leaned back, grabbed his hair, and told Kang Kai: What are you afraid of?

After returning, he habitually clicked on Shao Zhan's chat box, and Ren Kangkai ignored anything when he returned.

Kang Kai: I'm so nervous.

-Are you not nervous?

-What about people?Fell asleep again?

After the studio teacher briefly introduced himself, Xu Sheng reluctantly replied: I want to sleep and I was chatting with my boyfriend.

Kang Kai:...

The focus of the audience was still on the studio teacher and the two star players.

Kang Kai forced another pass. After waiting for a long time, unable to wait for a reply, a familiar classmate on the side leaned in and said in a low voice: "Master Kang, I am optimistic about you, first place, we can't lose to the one with glasses.

Kang Kai wanted to say: No, no, no, what do you think, the real boss is shrunk behind and busy dating.

Xu Sheng's position was behind, and there was another drawing board blocking him, inconspicuous, like a wild crane.After sitting up, the other students in the back row inadvertently swept his position. In a studio that relied on drawing skills to speak, Xu Sheng could hardly stun the back row students with his face: Fuck, This looks worth this leg, are you serious?

The studio teacher hurriedly swept over the stage: "The water room is across the corridor outside. Those who want to receive water can go in batches." After that, he raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "The exam begins."

-This studio just came up to find out, it's interesting.

-Come on, little painter.

Where did the little painter come from?

Xu Sheng laughed and began to prepare for the exam. After finishing the preparations, he began to look for an angle composition. He pinched a thin hook line pen in his hand and dipped a little ocher on the drawing board to make a draft.

...

Two hours later, nearing the closing of the painting, some classmates whispered.

"I heard that this teacher never gives full marks easily. My cousin also trained in this studio before, and said that to the end, the highest score was only 148 points."

The scores for sketch, color and sketch are 150 and 90 respectively.

Finally, someone said: "There are two big bosses in our class this time, and there should be two full marks. These two are the top two in the Xinghai Cup."

The studio teacher didn't say much after receiving the paintings, but said: "Continue in a while, and the other two teachers will come and take you to take a sketch and sketching test."

After all three subjects were taken, they were left in the studio to continue to practice sketching homework and wait for the final results to be announced.

Before school was over, the studio teacher held a stack of paintings into the class: "This time I got three full marks."

The score-guessing link is always the most exciting. Everyone swept away from the exhaustion and guessed from the bottom: "One Kang, one Wang, who else got full marks?"

"It seems that we are really masters in this year, and the three-color studio is well-known."

Xu Sheng sat in the corner and took down a candy bar to satisfy his hunger. Waiting for the end of get out of class to take Kang Kai out for a meal, he casually hooked a 4B pencil in his hand and squeezed it between his fingers.

The studio teacher announced "three full marks": "Xu Sheng, 150 colors, 150 sketches, 150 sketches."

All students who thought that three full marks were three people: "..."

The studio teacher continued to report his name: "Kang Kai, color 148, sketch..."

Only then did they react afterwards: What the hell?!

Who is Xu Sheng?

Kang Kai and the other "star player" had the same scores of 148, but the eldest brother was obviously in a bad mood, and no one would be in a good mood to be completely crushed.And at his level, he would definitely get full marks in previous studios.

However, Kang Kai has no opinion on his own score, and he also knows why he can only score 148 on a 150-point painting: because of the contrast.

There is nothing wrong with it.

Whenever with Xu Sheng's pendulum, the gap came out immediately, and the previous 150 points could not be lowered.

Kang Kai thought of this, and amidst the crowd full of noises composed of many overlapping voices asking "Who is Xu Sheng?", he couldn't help looking back to see what Xu Sheng was doing.

Hmm... As usual, he lowered his head and responded to the news.

Kang Kai "fucking" in his heart, as Xu Sheng's career fan, he was really sad.

Jia Lai Shu also asked, "Who is Xu Sheng, do you know Master Kang?"

"Well, yes." Kang Kai looked back, "He is my father."

"..."

Fortunately, the teacher in the studio has the same questions as the classmates in the audience. He has brought so many students and encountered many outstanding and outstanding students, but he rarely encountered this kind of "eye-catching" style of painting. He looked towards Audience: "Which classmate is Xu Sheng? Raise your hand and let me take a look."

Xu Sheng casually raised his hand while sending Kang Kai a sentence of "what to eat at night".

The next day, the fact that there was a big man in the Three Primary Color Studio spread to other studios.

Xu Sheng has no time to deal with the rumors. In addition to drawing, he memorizes vocabulary every day. The training period is a consolidation period and a sprint period for art candidates. The weather is completely winter, and he freezes his hands while washing the paint tray by the sink. The more tired the drawing paper is.

Most people stay in the studio until one or two in the morning, day after day.

Xu Sheng had to take time to take a bath, and was filled with intensive training. Shao Zhan was busy competing. The two would chat a few words every day and occasionally pick time videos.

Last night, Shao Zhan sent an audio file in addition to a "good night" and a note: listen to it tomorrow.

The people in the studio are familiar with him, and occasionally come to see him demonstrate. There are always three or two people around him. Today is no exception: "Can we watch you paint for a while?"

Xu Sheng did not refuse, but found the headset to put on.

When Xu Sheng painted, he used to wear earphones to listen to, and while listening, he started to find proportions and draft drafts according to the pictures.

After the headset is put on, it automatically plays the audio downloaded yesterday, which lasts 38 minutes.

When Xu Sheng downloaded it yesterday, he thought it would be a lecture or a study summary shared by Shao Zhan from the Internet, but he didn't care. However, after the automatic playback, he did not control his line-up force, and made a long line: " ..."

The students on the side did not miss Xu Sheng's painting steps: "Xu Shen, this line? Is it an auxiliary line?"

Xu Sheng squeezed the plastic rubber to wipe the line off, pretending to be calm and saying, "No, my hands are slippery."

There was a two-second blank space at the beginning of the audio, and then a voice he was too familiar with came through the headphone cable, as if speaking against his left ear: "Today is the ninth day of the training camp."

The boy's voice was low and cold, accompanied by the sound of turning pages.

"You don't need to be distracted to listen to what I'm reading next, just just let it go."

Xu Sheng heard him say the first sentence "Text one."

"Hello, David. I hope I haven't kept you waiting..."

Shao Zhan read a set of English listening materials. He adjusted the interval between sentences. He was worried that he would read it too fast. It was obviously a cold-textured voice. Whenever he read it, he would lower it slightly, showing a somewhat inadvertent and harmonious voice. The opposite meaning.

He analyzed the scores of the English test paper before Xu Shengzou, and found that the listening part was quite serious, especially the last two big questions.

There is no need for him to be distracted by listening and concentrate on drawing, but it can also increase the sense of language by putting it in the ear a few times, and then come back to the culture class, maybe listening can be improved.

Xu Sheng finished half of the sketch with Shao Zhan's voice. When he was about to stop and bend down to sharpen his pencil, the audio just played for the last ten seconds. After a set of listening sessions, the opposite side paused for a few seconds.

The page turning stopped, and Shao Zhan sighed at the night, his voice was lower, and it was rare to say: "...Fuck, miss you."

Xu Sheng held the paintbrush tightly, and suddenly heard his boyfriend say love words, his ears couldn't stop red, then he simply put the paintbrush down, raised his hand, and covered his eyes with the palm of his hand.

The classmate next to him: "Xu Shen? Are you uncomfortable?" This is Xu Sheng's new nickname after getting three full marks.

Xu Sheng: "...It's a little uncomfortable."

Xu Shengxin said.

The heartbeat is too fast.