The air seemed to be under a layer of heavy pressure suddenly, and the air seemed to slowly freeze.

The voices of the tourists chatting beside Guan Lang gradually stopped, and even the sound of the erratic insects suddenly subsided, and the surroundings seemed to be surrounded by a halo of silence.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Guan Lang's extremely slow heartbeat was like a dull drum beat, and in his full attention, it seemed even more powerful and powerful.

Within a few seconds, he saw the majestic South China Tiger ten meters away suddenly shake up and stand up, the hair on his body exploded, and his thick waist was slightly arched, showing a vigilant and defensive posture.

From time to time, a few grunts could be heard in its throat.

It turned its round-headed head vigilantly, its wide-eyed eyes looking for a member of the same kind who was putting a lot of pressure on it.

However, perhaps because of the distance, or because it ignored the presence of humans, it never felt the presence of terror in the air.

Guan Lang didn't expect this kind of momentum to be so easy to use, and it could still have an effect from a distance of ten meters.

He frowned, a pair of eyes focused on the South China Tiger became more concentrated, and the momentum that diffused around him slowly converged, pressing towards the South China Tiger in a linear manner.

The next moment, as if frightened, the South China tiger suddenly burst back a few steps, until the high wall behind it could not retreat, and then carefully lay down.

Its simple brain, which only eats, sleeps and sleeps on weekdays, has encountered such a complicated situation.

This kind of coercion and intimidation aura is something it has never encountered before, and it can only obediently lie on the ground at this moment.

Guan Lang dissipated his momentum, it seemed that his momentum was stronger, and the momentum naturally exuded by the tiger was not as terrifying as that he had gathered.

As his momentum dissipated, the voices of other tourists slowly sounded.

Guan Lang spread out the folding chair from his schoolbag and sat down, he didn't come to compete with the tiger today, but to observe the tiger.

In order to make the long-term observation more reasonable, he also deliberately brought a sketchbook and pencil charcoal.

You can draw while observing with your eyes and feeling the breath of the South China tiger with your body.

The South China tiger was so frightened that it did not return to the shade of the tree until about ten minutes later, but its raised head from time to time still revealed its vigilance.

Guan Lang pinched a pencil, and with the crisp sound of the rustling tip of the pen scratching the fibers on the paper, the smooth lines quickly walked on the paper.

The figure of the tiger, which has always been vivid, soon jumped on the page.

However, on the surface he was engrossed in sketching, but in fact most of his attention was focused on the tiger.

All kinds of sensory captures are concentrated to the greatest extent, almost grasping the appearance, smell, momentum, and bones of this South China tiger from reality from flesh to bone into the mind, in a vain attempt to construct a flesh-and-blood tiger in the spiritual world.

Time passed slowly, and his sketchbook turned page after page, and he had already drawn five or six sketches of this South China tiger.

There were more and more people around him.

It's not interesting to stare at a tiger straight up, it's better to watch him sketch a realistic tiger from scratch on paper.

His painting level has now reached level 4, which can be called the level of a god in ten thousand, even if the works are easy to find, they are still ingenious skills in the eyes of ordinary people.

Guan Lang has been trained in outdoor sketching many times before, and he can almost ignore the gaze of the surrounding onlookers and melon-eating crowds.

Perhaps in terms of oil painting, he may be a little handy, but he is no longer familiar with this basic training of sketching and copying, and few people can "guide" his level in this regard.

The drawing of the form is the most rudimentary standard, and the tiger in the picture under Guan Lang's paper has an indescribable wildness, almost coming out of the paper.

More ferocious and powerful than the domesticated tiger lying in the shade of the tree, this is his artistic processing to a certain extent through his understanding of tigers, but in some ways it is more fierce than the South China tiger in front of him.

"Big brother draws a tiger so realistically!"

"Shhhhh A mother shouted at her son, and everyone around the painting lowered their voices.

"Is it an art academy student drawing?"

"What a handsome little brother!" this is the sincere emotion of a relatively superficial girl.

Guan Lang drew a dozen sketches, put away the tools, and he had been observing long enough, and the understanding of the tiger shape that he had constructed through the video and his understanding of the cat was refreshed.

Although this wilting tiger did not let him realize the bestiality of the king of beasts, but after feeling it on the spot, the harvest is still not small, and it will not be like a cat meditating on the tiger.

He put away his folding chair and carried his bag around the other areas of the zoo.

Anyway, it's all here, and by the way, visit Tiannan Zoo.

While eating, his eyes wandered over a variety of colorful animals.

When he finds a cute little creature, he will stop from time to time to draw a sketch as a souvenir.

The neck looks like a cute male lion with a mink fur, and he is very fed to a very full level, and his body is fat and walks with a hint of naivety.

There are also grinning baboons jumping up and down in groups, which are also cute.

The crocodile by the pool, which is covered in heavy armor and has rough skin and thick flesh like an evil dragon, is also very delicate.

Guan Lang drew one or two sketches of each.

When he saw these creatures, he felt the urge to jump over the fence and go in and compete with them.

Fortunately, he endured it, otherwise if he accidentally killed one or two of these precious protected animals, he might have been criminally detained.

The trip to the zoo was very fulfilling, and Guan Lang went out of the zoo with a much lighter backpack.

Taking the subway back to the market near his apartment, he picked a big rooster from the chicken dealer and put it in a cardboard box.

The tiger's observation has basically ended, and after a few more attempts, it should be possible to build a tiger shape in the brain, and the next step is to start building the chicken shape.

The big rooster in the cardboard box didn't seem to realize his fate and still clucked with his head up.

"Don't worry, it's your turn when the tiger meditation is over, and it will arrange you clearly. Guan Lang tied his beak with a rope, and his mind was already thinking about whether to use it to stew ginseng chicken soup, mushroom chicken soup, or sea cucumber chicken soup.

Or stewed lotus seed chicken? In summer, boiling some lotus seeds and lotus hearts can prevent heat stroke, calm the mood, and clear the heat, which is also a good choice.