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At this glance, they all began to shout.

"Oh my God, isn't that my car? Isn't that me? It's so similar, it's so expressive, how did you draw it!"

"I also saw me, and my wife, who was also on it, and although the portrait was small, the expression on her face was very fine. ”

"It's amazing, in five minutes, you can draw so many people and vehicles, and restore the real situation of this section, which is better than a camera!"

"It's a human flesh printer!" This kind of hand-drawn sketching is rare in the world!"

And Zhuang Ziyou also came over to take a look, and after he saw the content of Zheng Zhefan's painting, he looked at his own painting, and he was ashamed of himself.

In this five minutes, Zhuang Ziyou also painted a small part of the situation, in this corner of the place he painted, there are a total of six or seven figures and two or three cars, and a large outline is drawn in the distance, he did not look at Zheng Zhefan's paintings, he still felt that he painted quite well, but, compared with Zheng Zhefan's paintings, he found that his paintings were too pale, not only did not Zheng Zhefan paint fast, but also in the expressiveness of the characters' demeanor and movements.

Zhuang Ziyou's heart immediately knocked over the five-flavor bottle.

He has always prided himself on his genius in painting, and he even considers himself the best thoughtful and innovative painter in the world today.

But now, he can't even compare to an art student who is still in school at a younger age than himself!

What a shame!

Sketching can be said to be the full embodiment of the basic skills of painting, and if you draw well, you will naturally be able to create other types of paintings.

Therefore, through this sketch competition, Zhuang Ziyou fully saw Zheng Zhefan's talent for painting.

Someone can sketch faster than me, damn it!

There was a lot of jealousy in his heart at the moment!

"And what about the work of the great painter, hold it up and let everyone appreciate it!" someone shouted at this time.

"The big painter is there, I guess the big painter is stupid, I just looked at his eyes and was stunned. Someone pointed to Zhuang Ziyou sarcastically and said.

The Mercedes-Benz owner smiled and looked at Zhuang Ziyou: "Brother, you have shown it, now, let everyone see your masterpiece! Since it is PK, you have to compare it, right?"

Zhuang Ziyou gritted his teeth, he quickly kneaded his sketches into a small paper ball and put it in his pocket and said: "I'm not in a state today, and I'm drawing slowly, so I won't let you see it." ”

"Brother, this is your mistake, right? Regardless of whether you are in the state or not, since it is the two of you competing in sketching, then there must be a result, right? You are so afraid to show everyone your work, are you just taking the initiative to admit defeat?" said the Mercedes-Benz owner with a smile.

"What if I take the initiative to admit defeat? It's just a sketch, even if I draw fast enough, can it compare to a camera? The reason why painting is called art is because painting has artistic creativity! What is this kind of sketch without any creativity? Even if you draw fast, what's the use?" Zhuang Ziyou said loudly.

You say that sketching is useless, do you think your sketching teacher will jump up and slap your face with the sole of his shoe? Sketching is a full embodiment of art skills! You have sketching skills to lay the foundation, and then you can create paintings! I don't believe you don't even understand this!" Zheng Zhefan sneered and said contemptuously.

"Brother, stop being angry, stop being angry! There's no need to worry about these people! He's the kind of person whose eyes are above the top and who doesn't have any real material!" The Mercedes-Benz owner smiled and persuaded Zheng Zhefan.

Zheng Zhefan nodded at him: "Brother is right, I won't worry about him, a person who can't even tell the difference between Tiguan and Touareg, a person who refuses to admit it when he loses, and he doesn't have to lower our grade by worrying about him!"

"You ......"

Zhuang Ziyou glared angrily.

"What's wrong with me? I'm not as shameless as you, it's true!" Zheng Zhefan couldn't help but sarcastically mock him again.

At this moment, the owner of the Mercedes-Benz S600, who volunteered to be the referee, said loudly to the people around him: "Now, I declare that the winner of the painting and sketch contest just now is the brother who drove the Touareg! In five minutes, his sketch was drawn within a radius of 20 meters, a total of 23 cars, 69 people, and the painting was vivid and vivid, and the pen power was very strong, which can be called a human flesh printer! Do you think this result is fair?"

"Justice!"

"The owner of the BMW X6 is rubbish!"

"Everyone is looking forward to it! This brother who drove the Touareg is a fierce man! I am a hundred convinced!"

There was a loud noise around them.

And just then, the police came.

The scene of the car accident is clear at a glance, there is no ambiguity at all, and Zhuang Ziyou is fully responsible for compensating the owner of the Mercedes-Benz S600 in full.

At the same time, the police also fined Zhuang Ziyou 6 points and fined another 200 yuan on the grounds of maliciously stealing the lamp and changing direction.

"Cool! On the way back, Sun Xiaowu, who was sitting in Zheng Zhefan's car, said.

"Xiaowu, what do you think, how about I develop in the art circle?" asked Zheng Zhefan with a smile.

"Master, you are so good at painting, you should develop well in the art circle, let the impetuous art world know what kind of work is really great!" Sun Xiaowu said.

"As soon as you say that, I have decided, and in the next stage, I will lock in the art circle. Zheng Zhefan said with a smile.

I studied art anyway, and if I don't make some achievements in art, I'm sorry for the hard work I have worked on in this area over the years.

In this era, in fact, painting is no longer the time when there are many masters, and the art circle is also shrouded in an impetuous atmosphere, commercialization is rampant, and painters are very utilitarian, and the purpose of painting is to sell for money, not for art.

Zheng Zhefan thought to himself, then let me change this status quo.

On the way back, Zheng Zhefan received a call from Pan Lu: "Zhefan, where are you?"

"Lulu, I'm on my way home, what's wrong, what's wrong?" asked Zheng Zhefan.

"It's a bit of a thing, I heard that tonight, your art academy invited the famous young painter Zhuang Ziyou to give a lecture, don't you want to attend?" Pan Lu asked.

"I don't plan to go, Lulu, I'm afraid you don't know yet, I just broke out a conflict with Zhuang Ziyou......" Zheng Zhefan told Pan Lu what had just happened.

"I really didn't expect Zhuang Ziyou to be such a shallow villain, and when I heard you say this, I won't go. Pan Lu said, she was also a little angry.

Why is the emotional intelligence of a young artist who has become famous as a teenager so low?