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After dialing the phone, Lin Yuan asked, "Do you have time now?"

Zhong Yu had a mobile phone between his ears and shoulders: "I am eating in the cafeteria, please tell me if you have anything to do."

Lin Yuan said, "After eating, please bring all the gouache tools and come to Classroom 52 of the East Building."

"Why are you going?"

"Publish the blackboard."

Zhong Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I will be there immediately."

After finishing talking, Zhong Yu stopped eating, and stood up and said: "You guys, please follow me."

"what?"

Many classmates next to Zhong Yu asked, "What happened?"

Zhong Yu said: "It seems that the Great God is going to publish a blackboard."

Everyone stayed for a while: "The Great God belongs to the sophomore group. The blackboard newspaper of the sophomore group will be selected in the afternoon. Is the time too late?"

Zhong Yu said in a huff: "What do you eat?"

Everyone suddenly laughed, "Yes, we have so many painting dogs together, can we still be stumped by a blackboard newspaper? Is the god ready to produce a gouache blackboard newspaper?"

"Well, copy guy."

Zhong Yu left and sent a message in a group by the way: "The Great God's class needs a blackboard newspaper. People who are more powerful in gouache should come to the composition department classroom, classroom 52 of the East Building."

Wow!

The response from the group was enthusiastic.

"Wait, it's here!"

"The great god needs it, how dare you not come."

"The Great God has published a blackboard newspaper, do you still need our group of rookies?"

"Is it stupid? The great god is good at sketching, and he is not gouache. The two are not the same way."

"Yes, I didn't expect that I would also be needed by the great god one day."

"It's time for the Great God to see my gouache skills, I want to gouache strength, and regain the dignity that I lost in front of the Great God when I sketched!"

"Calm down, the blackboard can't use so many people."

"Well, let's go for a few less, go to the one with the best gouache score."

"There are still a few hours before the Blackboard News Selection, seven or eight people are more than enough."

"..."

The group is undoubtedly very lively.

Because the name of this group is the letter "L".

The remaining group of people in the canteen stopped eating, and set off directly with Zhong Yu one by one. They were also Lin Yuan's sketch students.

"Who are you looking for?"

In the classroom of the composition department, Cao Bin watched Lin Yuan finish the call in amazement.

Lin Yuan said: "A friend of the painting department."

"How old is it?"

"Junior."

Cao Bin's mouth grew wide, and he was overjoyed suddenly: "Yes, if anyone can get the blackboard newspaper in such a short time, he can only be a person in the painting department, and he is also an experienced junior! Do you remember to call it more? Come and come together individually, we still have hope!"

Lin Yuan said, "I just called one."

Cao Bin is anxious: "One is enough. You have to bring in more people. Otherwise, can you make another phone call? Ask your friends to ask the seniors of the painting department. After all, there is such a big blackboard. , And you may not know the seriousness of this matter. Yan Mengjia took a break from school last semester due to physical reasons, so she didn’t have enough credits. Now she is the organizer of the blackboard newspaper. She can get good grades on the blackboard newspaper. Those who have received credits, you know the rules of our school, the credits are not enough to not allow graduation at all, she is actually very painful this time when the blackboard reported problems, but she did not blame the classmates on duty..."

Cao Bin said more and more urgently.

He is indeed a good monitor.

But while he was talking, Cao Bin's voice suddenly stopped, and he looked out the window blankly.

Suddenly a large group of people appeared in the hallway, and they walked into the classroom one by one. When they all walked into the classroom, the teacher's door was almost too crowded.

"You call this a person?"

Cao Bin gave Lin Yuan a foolish look.

To Lin Yuan's surprise, Zhong Yu was the leader, but the group behind Zhong Yu seemed to be students taught by his own painting club.

Zhong Yu smiled and said, "Great God."

Lin Yuan nodded without talking nonsense: "The time is a bit rushed, please help me sort out the paint."

Zhong Yu was thinking about the composition of the blackboard newspaper at this time, so that he didn't hear what Lin Yuan said, but agreed: "The time is indeed a bit hurry, come and prepare the paint, and remember to get some water..."

Talking.

Zhong Yu took out his mobile phone and checked the composition on the Internet. The blackboard newspaper was actually an art of copying, and he just had to find a good picture.

A few minutes later.

Zhong Yu found a relatively satisfactory picture, but when he turned around, he found that everyone was staring at the blackboard blankly, as if stupid.

"what happened?"

Zhong Yu also looked at the blackboard, and then he saw a very shocking picture:

I saw Lin Yuan standing on a neatly placed chair, holding a large brush, and laying a layer of background color at a very fast speed. Even the process of chalk sketching the structure was directly omitted, and then he used a large brush. With the brush, I quickly outline a mountain of green and gray with a strong charm!

Two students are responsible for holding the paint box.

Lin Yuan changed his thick pen, without thinking at all, and dipped in a few color numbers of paints to accurately adjust the colors, and the layers of gradients were just started, and the three-dimensional sense of the mountains was vividly displayed!

three minutes……

Seven minutes...

fifteen minutes……

Thirty-two minutes...

Time flowed quietly, no one spoke, everyone stared blankly at Lin Yuan’s blackboard, and the group of people in the art department who were most able to paint gouache at this moment could only be reduced to the role of holding a paint box for Lin Yuan, but there was no People are dissatisfied, there seems to be light in their eyes!

"Swish."

Lin Yuan paints the most ruthless paintings with the fastest speed. He seems to be able to recite which pigments can produce which colors. He doesn't seem to care about the underlying structure. Each stroke can be accurate as if the underlying layer has already been laid. Sketch architecture.

"bump."

Someone changed the paint palette, and the student holding the paint box also changed two. After all, it would be very sour to hold the paint box high.

Lin Yuan was attentive.

After setting the general tone, the number of brushes used later became smaller and smaller. On the sea is a bamboo raft, and on the bamboo raft there are little people with straw hats. Under the strong contrast of light and dark, the painting seems to be dynamic:

The beauty of the green hills!

Waterfall flying!

The water is rushing!

Jinsong stand upright!

The sky is high and the clouds are deep!

Lin Yuan’s state was unprecedentedly exaggerated. He had three pens in his arms, a pen in his mouth, and a pen in his left and right hands. He lost one after using one. Apart from adjusting the paint, he had almost no eyes. Leaving the blackboard.

The shore is an unknown building.

There are unknown swimming fish in the water.

Crabs walking sideways on the beach.

The horizon is white sails blown by the wind.

When the small paintbrush finished the last stroke, Lin Yuan felt that his neck was sour and his wrists were sour, and he was in a state of extreme fatigue.

And on the blackboard.

The mountains and the sea are already connected, the pine trees are hidden in the misty half-mountain, there are colorful sunsets scattered all over the place, and the seagulls and the autumn water are indulgent and heroic.

The pen is shocking!

At this moment, the student responsible for giving Lin Yuan paint, the student responsible for giving Lin Yuan a pen, the student responsible for fetching water for Lin Yuan, and the student responsible for washing the palette for Lin Yuan, both felt entangled in their hearts.

Honor, and low self-esteem.