(Maopu Chinese) Although the request of the female students is a bit outrageous, considering that Jinfeng Middle School came from afar, and they are guests from afar, after simple communication and negotiation, Teacher Chen also agreed.

Under the leadership of Xiang Duoquan, director of the Political and Educational Office, and Zhao Hongyan, the head teacher, a group of people came to the large studio located in the school's science and technology building.

At the request of the teacher, the other students stood around and formed a circle, with a large area vacated in the middle, while Zhang Yang and the female classmate sat in front of the drawing board.

"What do you want to paint?" The female classmate raised her head and looked at Zhang Yang calmly, although her voice was not loud, but she was full of confidence between the lines.

Zhang Yang slowly got up, stood in front of the drawing board, and shrugged his shoulders disapplausively, "I don't care, you say, what you are best at, let's compete!"

"What?" the female classmate couldn't help frowning, her face was particularly ugly, in her opinion, she had suffered a great shame!

You must know that since she won the Van Gogh Prize, few people have dared to compete with herself, and no one has dared to compete with herself with the oil painting she is best at! Because she won the Van Gogh Prize with her oil paintings, and being recognized by the Van Gogh Award is enough to show that her oil paintings have reached the point of perfection.

"I'm best at oil painting, are you sure you want to compete with me?"

Oil painting?

Zhang Yang frowned, as a layman, he didn't know anything about oil painting, he couldn't help but shake his head, "I don't know much about oil painting, since you are the best at oil painting, then you can paint oil painting, I'll just draw a brush painting to compare with you!"

Brush drawing!

Hearing Zhang Yang's answer, the female classmate and her teacher were stunned for a moment, and after a while, the two glanced at each other, and after a short eye contact, the two who withdrew their gaze couldn't help but shake their heads, with a disdainful smile on their faces.

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, they became even more determined that Zhang Yang was an out-and-out layman.

Anyone who paints knows that in fact, the most difficult thing to master is not sketching, landscape painting and oil painting, but the really difficult thing is brush painting!

Sketching can be improved through years of hard practice, but brush painting is not the case, brush painting is about charm, whether it is the beginning of the pen, the movement of the pen or the end of the pen, are particularly particular.

To be able to use a few simple strokes to outline a picture that people will not want to linger and praise, not only requires extraordinary painting skills, but also requires understanding!

This is the real difficulty and special place of brush painting, it is not enough to practice hard, if you can't understand the true meaning, even if you paint for a lifetime, there will not be much progress!

That's why everyone says that those who can draw with a brush are the real masters!

In fact, that female classmate, after winning the Van Gogh Prize, also tried brush painting, but the effect was not ideal!

You must know that even with such a deep foundation in painting, she can't control brush painting, let alone Zhang Yang, a layman who doesn't know anything?

"Are you sure you want to draw brush strokes?" the female classmate looked at Zhang Yang and made a final confirmation in an incredulous tone.

"Of course, what, you're afraid of losing to me?" asked rhetorically with a hippie smile.

Lost to you?

"You're thinking too much!" The female classmate rolled her eyes in disgust, no longer paying attention to Zhang Yang, but began to prepare what she needed by herself, just from the preparation work, it was enough to see the female classmate's major.

On the other hand, Zhang Yang on the opposite side only prepared a piece of rice paper, an ordinary brush and ink.

Looking at the Zhang Yang in front of them, the students also had some drums in their hearts.

"Do you say Zhang Yang can win this time?" The eccentric Gu Qingqing also became extremely quiet at this time, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch Zhao Yudie, who was standing beside him with a sad face.

Hearing Gu Qingqing's question, Zhao Yudie pursed her lips, her face was sad, she blinked quickly, and after a few seconds, she shook her head gently, "I don't know, in my impression, Zhang Yang has never painted!"

"Yes, I haven't seen Brother Yang paint either!" Zeng Yi also added with some anxiety.

"Oh, I said don't worry, Zhang Yang is not a casual person, in my opinion, if he is not completely sure, it is impossible to accept the challenge, you can wait and see, I think Zhang Yang will definitely win!"

Gu Qingqing, who was optimistic and cheerful, blinked his big eyes and said loudly.

The female classmate who was ready to prepare the paint glanced at Zhang Yang gloatingly, and said in a weird manner: "Can you start now?"

"Whatever you want!" Zhang Yang raised his hand very gentlemanly, his indifferent appearance was simply a real master.

For Zhang Yang's attitude, the female classmate was particularly unhappy, but she didn't say much, in her opinion, instead of wasting precious time on bickering, it is better to draw a perfect picture and use her strength to make Zhang Yang completely shut up!

"Okay, let's get started, it's 30 minutes!"

After saying this, the female classmate stopped looking at Zhang Yang, retracted her gaze, and devoted herself to painting.

At this time, the female classmate did not start writing immediately, but the pen in her hand was gesturing on the paper, as if to determine the best position.

In her opinion, what she painted is no longer a simple painting, but a work of art that can represent herself!

A few minutes later, the female classmate who had determined the proportion couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yang, and when she saw that Zhang Yang was still hanging there like a wooden stake, the corners of her mouth rose and she smiled lightly.

Relaxed and without any pressure, she drew like this.

The original complex painting became so simple in her hands, and after a few strokes, the overall framework was outlined.

Time passed minute by minute, and the content on the drawing paper in front of the female classmates became richer and more perfect, and even the flamboyant classmates couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Although they don't know how to draw, they all have a pair of eyes that find and appreciate beauty, and everyone wants to pursue beautiful things......

In stark contrast to the female classmates in full swing, there is not much time left, but Zhang Yang is still standing in place, and the rice paper in front of him is still blank.

In the eyes of the students, Zhang Yang, who had never been in contact with painting, didn't know how to write, but only Zhang Yang knew very well in his heart that he was just conceiving, and when the idea was ready, he only needed one stroke to get it all done.

Seeing Zhang Yang's appearance, contemptuous smiles appeared on the faces of the elites of Jinfeng Middle School, and they couldn't wait to see Zhang Yang's embarrassing appearance.

"There is still one minute before the end of the game!" Mr. Zhao, the head teacher, reminded loudly.

"I know, this kid must have painted a cow eating grass, the cow ate the grass, and the cow that finished eating the grass left, so the painting is still blank, this is simply a real master of abstraction!"

The ridicule that came from the mouths of the elites of Jinfeng Middle School came one after another, all kinds of sarcasm and sarcasm, not to mention how happy they were.

At this moment, the previous unmoving Zhang Yang suddenly moved, quiet as a virgin moving like a rabbit, I saw him very chic waving the brush in his hand, the action was done in one go, and a painting was completed with one stroke.

And after the painting was finished, Zhang Yang also signed the painting, wrote his name, as well as the time and place of the painting, with a clear eye, comparable to a master!

"Yo, look, this kid is done with this drawing, and he is still signing at the end!"

"This kid is enough, and he still signs it? Is it possible to think that he can still sell his words?"

"I guess he thought someone wanted to collect it!"

Zhang Yang turned a deaf ear to the ridicule of these people, put down the brush directly, put his hands behind his back, and confidently waited for the judgment of professionals.

At the scene, only the teacher of the female classmate was a professional, so the work of judging naturally fell on his shoulders.

When the time was up, the female classmate proudly held up her painting and showed it to everyone, and her teacher looked at it a few times, and nodded with satisfaction, and had to admit that it was a pleasure to appreciate her words.

"Where's your drawing, pick it up and show it to everyone!" said the female classmate loudly.

"My painting is on the table, please feel free to see it!" Zhang Yang said loudly.

Hearing this, the classmates of Jinfeng Middle School couldn't help but say: "What can you do with yourself? In my opinion, his paintings are too ugly to look at themselves, and they can't take it at all!"

For this provocative remark, Zhang Yang's classmates did not refute it, but it can only show that they think the same way......

Let Zhang Yang paint, it is indeed too difficult for him...... Cat flutter Chinese