Watching the students painting there, Zhang Qingyuan walked casually, watching, as if going back to a certain day many years ago, when he was painting in the mountains, and the master was sitting cross-legged on the side. Whenever he wanted to be lazy, the master suddenly opened his eyes, and every time he startled himself, and then in the master's fierce eyes, he had to continue painting depressedly.

Sometimes I don't have the heart to it, and I don't feel it when I paint, but when Master shows it to me a few days later, I can't help but want to burn it.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Qingyuan's mouth, and he looked at a girl standing next to him and kept jumping with his heart, thinking, does Mr. Zhang think I draw well? Even the sketch textbook was compiled by him, and his vision must be very high, so ...... Doesn't that mean I'm very good at drawing?

The big-eyed girl showed excitement in her eyes, and after a while, she peeked at Zhang Qingyuan five times, and when Zhang Qingyuan came back to her senses, the two happened to look at each other, Zhang Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, and said strangely: "You don't paint well, what do you want me to do?" ”

"Uh...... Yes, Mr. Zhang. The girl quickly turned her face and continued to draw with joy.

"Your painting in this place is a bit exaggerated, is the length of Hong Desheng's legs uneven?" Zhang Qingyuan frowned and pointed to the girl's painting of Hong Desheng's legs.

Zhang Qingyuan's words made the girl stunned and stiffened, didn't she feel good just now, why are you picking a problem now? But if you look at your painting again, isn't it, although Hong Desheng is sitting on a chair, one leg is stepping on the horizontal bar of the chair leg, and one leg is naturally stretched forward, although it seems that one leg is long and the other leg is short. But her paintings are a little deformed, and they are seriously inconsistent with reality.

"Teacher Zhang. I erased and repainted. The girl hurriedly whispered, making a big red face.

And Zhang Qingyuan's words once again made the whole classroom burst into laughter. The corners of Hong Desheng's mouth twitched, he glanced at Zhang Qingyuan with slanted eyes, and then looked at the girl who was modifying with an eraser, and muttered in his heart, "Did she really draw it wrong, or did this little white face do it on purpose?" ”

Thinking of this, Hong Desheng couldn't help but say: "Zhou Xiaomin, can you do it, don't paint me as a cripple?" ”

Hearing Zhang Qingyuan's words, the class erupted in laughter again.

The laughter of the whole class made the girl's face blush and red, and she panicked. The more she modified, the more uncoordinated she became, the place on her leg on the zuihou sketch paper let her rub the drawing, draw, and make it pitch black, Zhou Xiaomin stared at a pair of big eyes, looking at Hong Desheng's bent legs, hating the root of her teeth, and said in her heart, Hello, haode, can't you sit upright, do you have to sit on it?

And she was excited to feel that Zhang Qingyuan was standing by her side just now. At this moment, she felt that Zhang Qingyuan was standing beside her like a hedgehog, although she didn't look up, she always felt that Zhang Qingyuan's eyes were piercing like a needle, and her heart was getting more and more nervous.

Zhang Qingyuan naturally saw her nervousness, and couldn't help but say helplessly: "You rub it again...... This paper is going to break......"

The girl raised her head when she heard this. looked at Zhang Qingyuan pitifully, looking at the innocent big eyes watery, which made Zhang Qingyuan's head grow for a while. I had to say, "Okay, don't look at me." Draw a new one, and don't draw the leg area yet. I'll draw it for you later. ”

Hearing Zhang Qingyuan's words, the girl's heart was excited, her eyes immediately bent, she nodded excitedly, quickly replaced a piece of paper and clamped it on the sketchboard, and carefully redrew it while watching Hong Desheng.

And Zhang Qingyuan went to see a few students paint when this girl painted the upper body, as Zhang Qingyuan approached, these students' bodies stiffened slightly, and their eyes were a little fluttering, Zhang Qingyuan naturally felt their nervousness, but now the level of the students in the class is basically the same, so he no longer looks at it, but returns to Zhou Xiaomin.

At this time, Zhou Xiaomin had finished painting Hong Desheng's upper body, and when he saw Zhang Qingyuan coming, he handed him his sketchboard and carbon pencil nervously.

Taking the tool, Zhang Qingyuan pointed to Hong Desheng's leg and said: "If you can't master the length of the two legs as soon as you come up, I will teach you a stupid way to ensure that it works." ”

"What's the stupid idea?" Zhou Xiaomin said curiously.

"Well, that's it." As he spoke, Zhang Qingyuan lightly made a mark on the paper with a carbon pencil on the bend of his legs, and said:

"It doesn't matter if the calf is bent or not, but the two thighs are straight, so their length should be the same, and you make a mark where the leg is bent, so that the length of the thigh is controlled, and the position of the calf is naturally easy to draw."

Saying that, after Zhang Qingyuan finished marking, he raised his hand and 'swooped' two strokes, and the thighs were outlined, the lines were thick and thin, with a few strokes, the shape of the entire thighs, including the folds of the pants, were vivid, and Zhou Xiaomin felt envious in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Qingyuan drew the shape of the calves as if he did it casually again in the crook of the legs, making the two legs look very expressive, even people who can't draw can see at a glance that the upper and lower bodies are not drawn by one person, because the difference is too great.

The upper body is drawn very carefully, almost like a fine drawing, a little muddy, although the shape comes out, but I feel that the figure is not so solid, and the lines are intermittent, and there are a lot of extra lines, it looks a little cumbersome. But the lower body is different, the strokes are simple, clean and neat, but the image is vivid.

Seeing that Zhang Qingyuan had finished painting with such a few simple strokes, and listening to what he said, it didn't seem to be so difficult, Zhou Xiaomin couldn't help but be a little eager to try.

Zhang Qingyuan smiled and handed the sketchboard to Zhou Xiaomin, and said with a smile: "What I just drew is not heavy, you can erase it and redraw it." ”

Zhang Qingyuan paused, pointed to the line he had just drawn and said, "Zhou Xiaomin, you must remember, you must read it accurately before you put it down, and the strokes must be neat." Sketching, sketching, speed takes the first place, and it is not good to fall, and the vigorous drawing there not only delays time, but also makes the whole feeling seem bloated. ”

Hearing Zhang Qingyuan's words, Zhou Xiaomin nodded thoughtfully, took it, and when he looked up, he found that he was surrounded by classmates, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Zhang Qingyuan also found the students around him, and said with a smile: "I also read your paintings just now, most of them have this problem, and they are obviously hesitant and uncertain when they put down the pen, this is very bad, you must remember." ”

Then he said: "Okay, don't be all around here, I'll comment on your paintings one by one, hurry up and go back to paint, I won't accept it if the time is over." ”

Hearing Zhang Qingyuan's words, the students all returned to their positions with smiles, and Zhang Qingyuan realized that the girls who had just come over were all girls from the second and third classes, and the people around Jiang Xinyou were stunned that none of them came, and they seemed to be afraid of leaving their positions.

This made Zhang Qingyuan sigh depressedly, he really couldn't compare with the beauties.

When the time hand pointed to 10:55, sure enough, most of the students didn't finish drawing, and the students around Jiang Xinyou naturally didn't need to say, except for a few girls who finished drawing, most of the boys began to speed up again, and the girls around Hong Desheng and Fang Lin didn't finish painting because they had just run over to listen to Zhang Qingyuan talk for a while.

Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but say: "Since it's the first time, I'll give another 5 minutes, and if I haven't finished drawing by the time the first section is finished, I won't accept it." ”

Hearing Zhang Qingyuan's words, the students began to shout:

"Haode, Teacher Zhang!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, we will definitely finish it!"

"Teacher Zhang, don't worry, slow work and careful work!"

"It's fast, it's fast, don't even want it for 5 minutes, and I'll finish it in 2 minutes!"

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And Hong Desheng and Fang Lin were also screaming on the side, saying that they had backache for a while, and that they had back pain for a while, so panicked that the girls around them were worried that the two of them were moving, and they couldn't help but speed up.

Zhang Qingyuan shook his head speechlessly, and said in his heart These bear children, but it's good to be young, carefree, like them, don't worry about anything, as long as you study hard, it's enough to study hard, and now the sophomore year is fine, and when I am in my junior and senior year, I will start to play with my heart and heart, and my inertia will continue to heat up, and skipping class is even more commonplace.

It's no wonder that teachers have had to take a roll call to force students to come to the classroom, but ...... If it's the first class, it's too normal to fall asleep below.

When the 5 minutes came, although the students were in a hurry, they were all finished, but when Jiang Xinyou was the model, many of the boys painted miserably, and the goddess was about to be painted as a female ghost.

In the interval between classes, Zhang Qingyuan roughly flipped through it, except for a few sketches that made Zhang Qingyuan's eyes shine, most of the others, if according to his evaluation criteria, will definitely fail, but this is the first time, and it can't hurt everyone's enthusiasm too much, I couldn't help but scratch my head depressedly, how could there be no such situation in the Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts before, is it really the reason for the school?

When the class bell rang, Zhang Qingyuan looked at the students who were all sitting on the chairs and looking at him, and said solemnly: "I know what the reason is, if you use my judging criteria, most of them can only barely pass." ”

Zhang Qingyuan's words made the students' hearts tighten, and they became slightly uneasy, their eyes kept shaking on Zhang Qingyuan's face, but they heard Zhang Qingyuan continue to say in a deep voice: "This is the first time, but I don't want there to be a next time, if that's the case, Jiang Xinyou won't have to be a model in the future!" ”

Hearing Zhang Qingyuan's words, Jiang Xinyou was overjoyed, naturally no one wanted to be a model, although he didn't have to paint, and he didn't sit there or stand there for a long time, but he was stared at by so many people all the time, and he was inevitably a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Xinyou was happy, but the boys were stunned, and then stared at Zhang Qingyuan with fierce eyes, there is a tendency for Zhang Qingyuan to attack him in groups if he is not joking, Zhang Qingyuan's heart jumped with that kind of wolf-like eyes, and his heart was obedient, and he was angry? (To be continued......)

PS: There is another chapter, friends who can't wait can read it again tomorrow.