"Ding Yi ......"

In the school classroom, a tutor stood on the podium, and he lifted his gold-rimmed glasses, which shone brightly and showed a bit of sharp color.

Under the angry shout, the tutor's voice became gentle again, hiding murderous intentions, "Ding Yi, if you are not satisfied with my lecture method. Or find something wrong with what I'm lecturing. ”

"I welcome your corrections. ”

The tutor smiled and smiled, as gentle as a spring breeze.

But the students below were already trembling and trembling. Fortunately, he was also clever and hurriedly admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry tutor, I didn't pay attention in class and peeked at my phone." ”

"Oh. ”

The tutor's face was a little pale, and he just ordered "pay attention in class", and he didn't plan to pursue it.

But at this time, a student named Ding Yi defended himself: "Tutor, I didn't mean to speak out, the main thing is that the school's forum published a video about ...... White-leafed. ”

Speaking of this, Ding Yi secretly glanced at the tutor and didn't dare to say anything further.

"What?"

"Hakuba's video. ”

"Hasn't this person disappeared yet?"

The surrounding students were in an uproar.

It should be noted that this is a professional class for oil painting.

The major of oil painting implements a studio system. Except for first-year students, they are required to take a unified course of basic courses. From the second year onwards, you need to choose to join a studio and study with a mentor.

Each studio has a different direction of study.

At present, the direction of this studio is abstraction.

Bai Ye participated in this studio and studied for several months. Among the bunch of students present was his classmate. That's why when I heard the name, everyone's reaction was so intense.

Even the mentor on the stage was slightly stunned.

He raised his brows slightly, and he was a little more interested, and asked indifferently, "What video?"

"A video of him coming to the school to give a speech. Ding Yi whispered.

"Speech?"

"Why?"

"It's like he's before. ”

A group of students complained again.

Ding Yi hesitated, but couldn't help but raise his voice: "Don't say it, his speech may not be very good, but he himself still has some real talents, not as bad as everyone imagined......"

Hey!

The tutor was surprised.

Ding Yi actually spoke for Bai Ye, which was a bit unexpected. He could be sure that Ding Yi was a student who was two classes later than Bai Ye. When Bai Ye was studying in the studio, Ding Yi hadn't been admitted to school yet.

The two have never known each other in their lives, and they definitely have no friendship.

At this time, Ding Yi actually stood up, with the intention of maintaining Bai Ye.

That's unusual.

The tutor's heart moved, and he thought thoughtfully: "Ding Yi, what did he say?"

"Mentor, this ...... I don't know how to say it, it's better for you to see for yourself. Ding Yi ran to the podium and handed over his mobile phone.

The mentor groaned and ignored Ding Yi.

He turned around and turned on the computer in the classroom, logged on to the school forum, and was surprised to find that the first most popular post on the forum was a video.

He opened the video directly.

At the same time, on the electronic screen on the wall, a video projection also appeared.

As the video played, Bai Ye was scolded and the difficult scene naturally came into everyone's eyes.

“…… Deserve. ”

There are students at the bottom, and I feel relieved.

As soon as Ding turned around, he snorted lightly, and said loudly: "Mentor, the previous content doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you watch it or not, you can just fast forward and drag the progress to two-thirds ......"

The tutor ignored him, his expression calmed, and he continued to watch the video.

Soon after, there was a situation where Bai Ye started to write on the drawing book.

It's a pity that there is no close-up of the shot. However, you can also see that Bai Ye's wrist and charcoal are moving.

"Ahh

"It's ...... It's sped up, so fast. ”

He couldn't help but mutter.

The others thought so, and they saw the ghost. With such a fast speed, how can you accurately grasp the shape and structure of the sketch, and you are not afraid of crooked drawing.

This thought came to everyone's minds.

saw Bai Ye in the video, and he had already put away his pen and showed the painting book.

A sketch of a majestic bull appeared in front of their eyes.

“……”

There was silence.

Everyone was silent, and then watched quietly, as if the white leaves were open, and sketches were thrown down.

More than ten minutes passed, and when the last simple picture was presented in front of their eyes, someone spoke in a surprised voice: "I'm afraid this is not a fake white leaf?"

No one answered, because everyone was still in a state of confusion.

When everyone saw the process of the evolution of the eleven pages of sketches side by side, their reactions were basically the same, they were stunned, stunned for a moment, and their hearts were in a trance and swaying.

After a while, Ding Yi stood up, showed a smug smile that he didn't even notice it, looked around and asked, "How about it, I'm right, right, he still has some ability." ”

"Hmph, these sketches are all basic skills. One of them counts as one, and which one can't be drawn?"

"That's right, if I were to replace me, I would definitely draw better than him. ”

“……”

Ding was stunned for a moment, and then became anxious: "You guys are arguing with words, I'm not talking about sketches." ”

"That's it!"

Before everyone quarreled, the instructor on the stage knocked on the table, and when everyone quietly raised their eyes, he suddenly asked, "What do you think this cow expresses in the process of transformation?"

"Huh?"

A group of people looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.

Isn't it time to test reading comprehension? Isn't it time to fight against the white leaves with the same hatred?

Many people wailed in their hearts, but they couldn't stop the mentor, and he said slowly: "From three-dimensional sketches to flat lines, this is a process of transformation. I wonder how you understand this process. ”

The tutor looked around and found that no one took the initiative to stand up, so he simply called his name: "Ding Yi, you come and talk about your own opinion." ”

“…… Unlucky. ”

Ding Yi was depressed in his heart, with a smile on his face: "Teacher, I think he is expressing the main rules of abstract art. It is enough to extract the most essential elements, put aside all the burdens, and retain the verve. ”

"From complex to simple, it's a trade-off. ”

"Split, break up, and reassemble ......"

"This is the essence of abstraction. ”

Ding Yi said, also a little admired: "Aside from other factors, to be honest, I never knew that the original abstract definition could be clearly analyzed in this way." Easy to understand and clear at a glance. ”

"Hmph. ”

Some people are not satisfied with Ding Yi's attitude.

I think Ding Yi, this is patting Bai Ye's sycophants.

But this person did not stand up and refute Ding Yi's meaning.

Because he knew in his heart that what Ding Yi said was the truth.

If the sketch in the video is from someone else, even if it is a stranger, he will praise it and express his admiration without hesitation.

But this person is Bai Ye, the object he hates the most.

So no matter what, it was impossible for him to show the slightest look of approval.

The reason is simple, he is jealous.

He was jealous of Bai Ye, and only studied oil painting for a few months, and he was valued by the gallerist, and then tailored a promotion plan for Bai Ye, and praised Bai Ye as a genius artist, and became famous all over the world.

As for himself, even if he is a graduate student majoring in oil painting, he is still unknown in the art circle.

Even in school, he was a nobody.

After leaving the oil painting studio, does anyone know about him?

Perhaps others have similar thoughts. So when Ding Yi explained his understanding, the whole class was silent, silent, and no one else spoke.

"So, no one has an opinion?"

The tutor's voice was still so gentle, but his eyes were sharp.

After a moment of silence, someone suddenly asked, "Mentor, what do you think?"

"My opinion?"

The tutor paused, his demeanor softened, but his voice became a little more serious: "My opinion is...... White leaves have the potential to become a master. ”