"Okay, this classmate, you try to paint this color first......"

Sun Guangyuan pointed his fingers and wanted to command Zhou Fangyuan to paint, but unfortunately Zhou Fangyuan didn't bother to listen to him at all, this painting Zhou Fangyuan imitated it I don't know how many times in his last life, he could recite it with his eyes closed, he didn't bother to pay attention to the command behind him, he picked up the brush directly, didn't need to look at the content in the album, and simply mixed a color, and then a series of broken handwriting fell on the picture, and the horizon was drawn out of a simple outline in an instant.

"Well, it's not bad to draw the horizon, the part of the land in this painting accounts for about 50%, you can also ...... first"

However, Zhou Fangyuan's next move made what he said at this time a joke, because Zhou Fangyuan didn't paint the earth at all, but drew the trees in the distance as soon as his brush changed.

"It's also a good idea to draw trees first......"

Sun Guangyuan suddenly raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, he felt that he might be embarrassed.

His feeling was correct, because next, it seemed that he was deliberately doing something with him, he felt that Zhou Fangyuan might draw something, Zhou Fangyuan just went to paint something else, he obviously wanted to pretend to be experienced several times to mention the other party, but the whole process was spent in the process of being slapped in the face.

"You can draw the sky ......"

Zhou Fangyuan painted flowers.

"By the way, ...... people too"

Zhou Fangyuan painted the sky.

"That cloud ......"

Zhou Fangyuan drew people.

In the end, Sun Guangyuan stopped talking, and the classroom seemed to be constantly slapping his face. And Zhou Fangyuan also finished painting, he didn't look at the album around him during the whole process, and it was completely silently painted.

Moreover, the time is shorter than that of Sun Guangyuan, and although the paintings he paints are not as nearly 100% similar as those of Sun Guangyuan, in terms of style, his paintings are closer to Monet's original in terms of tone, atmosphere, and mood in the paintings.

Ordinary students may not be able to tell the difference between the two, and even after comparing the paintings of the two sides, they feel that Zhou Fangyuan's paintings are not similar enough, and they feel that his level is not comparable to Sun Guangyuan. But people with relatively high levels, including Sun Guangyuan, Teacher Ji, and Zhang Daquan and Lin Yueya, can see the difference between the two.

Not only the atmosphere and mood of the paintings, but also Zhou Fangyuan's brushstrokes are better, smoother, and more perfect than Sun Guangyuan's. Of course, Zhou Fangyuan also has imperfections, but compared to Sun Guangyuan, just the silent painting can already be said to surpass the other party. I don't dare to say that it is crushed, if Sun Guangyuan paints seriously, he may not be worse than Zhou Fangyuan. After all, he was admitted to CAFA, and the level is there after all. And Zhou Fangyuan was not admitted to CAFA in his last life, and his level was also the result of his own non-stop training later.

In short, the two sides can be said to have advantages and disadvantages for each other, but now Sun Guangyuan has appeared as a teacher, but he has been forced to such an extent by a student, although the others have not said anything, but Sun Guangyuan's face is hot and his brain is clouded.

"Hehe, yes, good drawing......"

He didn't know what to say, he didn't dare to find fault or anything, he was afraid that his mouth would be refuted by the other party with practical actions. He was even a little dazed, not knowing if he had offended the other party, or if the other party was just an unintentional mistake? But losing face today was already a doomed thing, and he couldn't change this.

Smack-

Smack-

Teacher Ji began to applaud.

And then......

Bang bang!

The others began to applaud at the same time.

"Yes, it's really good, Xiaoyuan, you really surprised me too much, I didn't expect you to study Monet's paintings, you really keep refreshing my perception of you, I want to know, what skills are you still hiding." ”

Teacher Ji did not hesitate to praise him, and then she looked at Sun Guangyuan.

"Teacher Sun, you don't know yet, this classmate Zhou Fangyuan is the student with the highest level in my studio, when he was still in Beitong, my mother liked him very much, in my place, he can be regarded as the most free student, because his level is enough to rely on the art academy, so I usually don't care about him. ”

Teacher Ji introduced Sun Guangyuan, and Sun Guangyuan knew that he had been cheated when he heard it.

The devil knew that such a small studio of more than 20 people would have such a person, as Mr. Ji said, just looking at the level of watercolor, Zhou Fangyuan already has the level of applying for CAFA. Although Monet painted oil paintings, oil paintings can also be simulated in watercolors, and what if a person who can paint Monet's works to this level in high school is allowed to paint according to a picture book? What if he is allowed to paint in a normal watercolor way? What is his ability to capture and control color...... Needless to say.

"Yes, classmate that week, you were really good......"

Sun Guangyuan had a far-fetched smile on his face.

The eyes of the other students looking at Zhou Fangyuan were naturally full of admiration and reverence, and Lin Yueya's eyes were full of love when they looked at Zhou Fangyuan, too, anyone would feel happy when they saw that the person they liked was so good.

Zhou Fangyuan stood up very modestly, "Where, Teacher Ji is praising too much, I have only studied a few more years, and it is not as exaggerated as you say." ”

But he was about to burst into laughter in his heart, he knew how to practice Monet, just because of Sun Guangyuan in the previous life. As a result, he insisted on practicing for several years after the college entrance examination, all thanks to Sun Guangyuan's teaching. As a result, he returned these things in this life, and looking at Sun Guangyuan's no longer arrogant expression, Zhou Fangyuan was finally satisfied.

Speaking of which, he and Sun Guangyuan have no enmity, the other party taught him to make money, he studied to take the exam, what made him unacceptable was Sun Guangyuan's intention towards Lin Yueya that had not changed in his two lives. In the previous life, Lin Yueya and the other party were not clear, and Zhou Fangyuan was not very clear. But in this life, heheda, how could he let the two of them no longer be clear?

Lin Yueya is his, Sun Guangyuan don't want to snatch it.

After painting the watercolor, the other students suggested that Zhou Fangyuan draw another sketch. Since he first started school, he has not painted well, and the paintings he usually paints have also been put away by himself, and today they just took this opportunity to let Zhou Fangyuan draw another one.

Of course, Zhou Fangyuan excused himself, just kidding, there must be a limit to stealing the limelight.

But Sun Guangyuan seemed to have found an opponent, "Classmate Zhou, if we don't paint face to face, I just want to see your sketching level." ”

Although I don't believe that this person is a masochist, he is looking for trouble. But since the other party asked for it, he didn't refuse the other party, and Mr. Ji kept nodding at him, obviously asking him to show his real skills. So what else is there to say? Pretending to be forced is this kind of thing, Zhou Fangyuan likes to do it the most.

So, the two of them each held a drawing board, sat opposite each other, and then the two of them wrote at the same time.

Zhou Fangyuan usually prefers to paint with HB to 2B pencils, and he generally prefers that kind of elegant style, but this does not mean that he will not have a rough style. The last time he sketched in front of everyone, he was playing with the elegance he was used to and liked, but this time, he decided to change his style.

After roughly giving out the outline with a small marked pencil, Zhou Fangyuan turned his head to look at Zhang Daquan, "Brother Daquan, give me your carbon rod to use." ”

Zhou Fangyuan's carbon rod is charcoal, which is a kind of sketching tool, compared with pencil, the color of charcoal is heavier, and the strokes are thicker, but the effect of drawing is more impactful, of course, the handwriting of charcoal is relatively difficult to erase. Basically, in a relatively formal setting, no one will be stupid enough to draw with charcoal if they don't have a lot of certainty.

But Zhou Fangyuan wanted to do this, in fact, he also had a little bit of a riot factor in his bones, usually he was used to drawing with pencils, and today he just wanted to play with charcoal.

Of course, Zhang Daquan had no opinion, he turned around and went into the master bedroom inside and took out his pen case.

Zhou Fangyuan picked and chose in the pen case, and finally found the one he was more satisfied with, took it in his hand and turned it around gently, Zhou Fangyuan had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the charcoal pen was drawn directly on it.

The room was quiet, no one spoke, and everyone was watching the "fight" between the two with full attention. Although he didn't say it, didn't Sun Guangyuan mean to have a fight with Zhou Fangyuan?

He came to be a teacher, but he slapped the students in the face on the first day, if he didn't get the field back, then what convincing power would he have?

Of course, Zhou Fangyuan is the kind that doesn't matter, he only needs to slap his face once, and then ...... It doesn't matter if you fight or not. However, if someone takes the initiative to send it to the door, and he also has the opportunity and ability, he doesn't mind letting the other party remember it for a long time.

Time is spent in the constant sound of brushing.

Zhou Fangyuan and Sun Guangyuan raised their heads at the same time and lowered their heads at the same time, and even their movements were almost the same. And sketch masters, often have the ability to capture quickly, frequently raise their heads and bow their heads to the neck is not very good or something, not to say, to say that the back and forth change of gaze, it does affect judgment. What's more, now the two are painting face-to-face, talking directly to each other, if they don't have the ability to capture quickly, it will be a real loss.

Sun Guangyuan should have been specially trained in this regard, and the frequency of his head raising was less than that of Zhou Fangyuan, but fortunately, Zhou Fangyuan was not too bad, and basically did not suffer too much.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and finally, when Sun Guangyuan put down the pencil in his hand, Zhou Fangyuan also began to wipe his hands with toilet paper almost at the same time.

Both of them finished painting at the same time!

"Come on, come on, put it together and we'll see. ”

Teacher Ji said.

Then Zhou Fangyuan and Sun Guangyuan aimed their paintings at the same time at other people, and in the presence of everyone, two portraits with completely different styles, but both of them were particularly excellent, presented in front of them. In the end, Mr. Ji even asked the two to exchange their works, each holding each other's portraits and letting the others compare.

As a result, it was evenly divided.

Sun Guangyuan's sketching level is also very good, and so is Zhou Fangyuan, and the two ended up tied...... But considering that Sun Guangyuan came to be a teacher, he actually lost.

In the end, someone proposed another sketch contest, and Sun Guangyuan's face darkened.

Just kidding, two draws are equivalent to two losses, is there a third one? And he has already made up his mind that he will only teach Monet, and even if someone asks him about sketching and sketching, he will never be involved—just kidding, it's not enough to lose face!