Zhong Yu's pupils quaked.

Sketching is a basic course that all art students must learn, but any master of painting must first be a master of sketching. Without the foundation of sketching, there is no master.

Some painting masters even think:

If there is no color, sketching is everything.

Not to mention whether this view is valid or not, at least the importance of sketching to painting is self-evident, which is why Zhong Yu is already a junior in the art department and is still practicing sketching.

For Zhong Yu, who has studied drawing for many years, he believes that his level is not bad.

But today, this kind of recognition was completely defeated by a sophomore student in ten minutes!

"..."

Lin Yuan fixedly looked at Zhong Yu's feet.

Zhong Yu Rumeng first woke up, his face quickly filled with a smile, and he caught the cleaning tool in Lin Yuan's hand: "Great God, how can you do this kind of rough work, let me clean it!"

Before Lin Yuan could speak, Zhong Yu cleaned the eraser under his seat.

Then he helped Lin Yuan sit in his position and said enthusiastically: "My name is Zhong Yu, a junior in the Fine Arts Department!"

"My name is Lin Yuan."

"Okay, Great God Lin Yuan, sit down first, let's talk after I finish cleaning!"

As he said, Zhong Yu quickly walked to the next student, his smile disappeared: "You, get up."

"Brother Zhong?"

The other party immediately got up, his expression was a bit stunned, he said quickly: "How can I let you clean, let me do it..."

"No need to."

Zhong Yu finished cleaning the opponent's position and moved to the next position. In his plain tone, he couldn't refuse: "Get up."

"Ok."

Zhong Yu's cleaning efficiency is much higher than that of Lin Yuan.

He cleans any place, sometimes without even speaking, the members of the community sitting there will take the initiative to get up.

Finish cleaning.

Zhong Yu returned to his broom, did not know where to bring a small chair, smiled again, and sat down beside Lin Yuan eagerly:

"Great God! Can you teach me to draw a sketch?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "It's too much trouble."

Zhong Yu's smile remained the same: "You just need to change my painting like you did just now."

Lin Yuan frowned: "There are too many places to be changed."

The amount of work is too large.

Zhong Yu's smile stagnated, feeling shocked: "Is my painting so bad?"

Lin Yuan nodded: "Yeah."

Zhong Yu cried and said with a sad face: "The great god you have to teach me more. Of course, I won't let the great god be in vain. If you need anything, just tell me..."

Experts know if there is any.

Ten minutes is enough time for Zhong Yu to see the horror of Lin Yuan.

Even if the teacher of the art department took the shot himself, he might not be able to change his painting to the level in front of him in ten minutes, so Zhong Yu was quite sure that he met a real god today.

If you get the guidance of such a great god, you will definitely make a profit!

Lin Yuan's heart moved: "In fact, it's not impossible for me to teach."

Zhong Yu was overjoyed: "If you have any requirements, please let me know."

Lin Yuan said seriously: "You have to pay the tuition."

Zhong Yu suddenly became nervous: "How does the great god charge..."

Lin Yuan thought for a while and said, "Two hundred in an hour."

Zhong Yu was taken aback.

Lin Yuan thought that his asking price was too high, and when he was about to reduce it appropriately, Zhong Yu hurriedly spoke, for fear that Lin Yuan would regret it:

"Deal!"

He was really frightened at first, thinking that the charge of a great god like Lin Yuan would be a sky-high price, but he didn't expect it to be only 200 per hour—

Too conscientious!

In the field of painting in Qinzhou, a great god of this level, let alone 200 yuan an hour, even if it costs 1,000 yuan an hour, someone will be willing to learn!

"Deal!"

Lin Yuan was also very happy, because the price was definitely more profitable than when he went out to set up a small chair and sketched for passers-by. Because he had considered going out to set up a stall to make money, he had also learned about the market.

I blamed the system before.

It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish!

Although painting skills cannot bring Lin Yuan the benefits of songs or novels in the short term, he can continuously collect tuition fees by teaching others the painting skills.

A great deal!

Lin Yuan took out his phone and looked at the time and said, "Let's start. It's almost one o'clock. How many hours do you want to study?"

Do business with integrity.

Since Lin Yuan charges fees, teaching must be done with all his heart.

"In this way, God, you copy this painting first, and we will calculate the time at the end."

Zhong Yu flipped through the picture album and finally found the most difficult picture to copy on the picture album. This picture was a man with curly hair and beard——

These exuberant hairs alone are enough to kill 80% of art students.

"it is good."

Lin Yuan didn't feel that it was too difficult. At most, he would just spend more time. After all, he had to deal with these exuberant hairs naturally.

"The pencils are here."

Twenty-one types of pencils are readily available, of which blunt nibs have been used, and Zhong Yu quickly engraved them.

Lin Yuan started painting.

Being able to appear in the picture albums of art students shows that these copying materials themselves are also made by some sketch masters. Lin Yuan dare not say to surpass them, but because he is copying, perfect reproduction is not that difficult.

At the beginning, Zhong Yu would ask some questions.

However, as the outline of Lin Yuan's pen gradually became clear, Zhong Yu basically didn't speak much anymore, just watched attentively, accompanied by breathing air-conditioning from time to time.

"Swish."

Because they paid money, Lin Yuan painted very seriously, his wrist was shaking rapidly, and there were no errors or omissions in some details, and he handled it very well. At the same time, his painting speed was much faster than ordinary people.

At this time.

Behind Lin Yuan, a member of the community passed by, just glanced at Lin Yuan's drawing board at random, and couldn't remove his eyes anymore, his mouth opened slightly, and he stood behind and looked at it.

Then a new member passed by.

After also glanced at Lin Yuan's drawing board, this person decisively put aside the things in his hands, with a shocked expression, silently stopping and watching.

One……

Two...

Three...

Four...

More and more members gathered within a 180-degree range of Lin Yuan's body. Everyone stared at Lin Yuan who was painting quickly, and even subconsciously held his breath.

"All right."

Painting made Lin Yuan very engaged. He did not notice the movement around him. It was not until he had completely copied the copy that he realized that he was surrounded by people. It is roughly estimated that there are more than two dozen, and some even only Can be squeezed to the periphery.

"Fuck!"

"Niu batch."

"Which great god is this?"

"Isn't this the legendary copying of death... The first time I saw someone copy the image of this uncle!"

"This is too similar!"

"Is this the new god of our painting agency, and he is still a student? This level is too terrifying, I always feel that it is at the same level as our class teacher!"

"..."

After Lin Yuan finished painting, a series of exclamation sounds finally came out around him. Zhong Yu, who was sitting next to Lin Yuan, finally felt that something was wrong, and quickly got up and drove people: "Are you all right? Well!"

No one wants to go.

Although Zhong Yu is an old seniority of the painting club, there are people in the painting club that are more senior than Zhong Yu, and Zhong Yu can't move at all. Everyone is still staring at Lin Yuan's paintings, and some even try to squeeze in front to follow Lin Yuan greet.

"What are you doing?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind, and everyone finally stopped pushing and looked at the people behind them, with expressions of awe or nervousness:

"vice president……"