Through guidance, Zhao Yan, Yuan Gang, and Zhou Zheng obtained mathematical logic skills, but they themselves did not know and could not see the skill interface.

But as your skills improve, you learn more and more about math, and you don't have a splitting headache when you first see math problems.

What is more surprising is that when Ren Bufan launched the guidance mode for them, in addition to the proficiency he had obtained fixedly, there was an additional increase in proficiency.

That is, when he mentors others, the proficiency grows twice as much, faster than before!

At this rate, you may be able to improve your math and logic skills to level 8 by next week's mock test.

The mastery is doubled when you are instructed, and when you reach the level 9 master stage, it is a two-point proficiency increase, isn't it four times?

Grandmaster-level 5-point proficiency increase, could it be that it will be increased by 10 times?

Don't think about it for now, let's seize the time to improve your brothers' mathematical and logical skills as much as possible!

Speaking of the proficient stage, when you open the math book, you can see it at a glance, only a few places you don't understand, and you can instantly understand the solution ideas at a glance for other problems, and even jump out of several new ideas.

The mastery level is like this, so what will the master and grandmaster level be?

In other words, should I not only be able to understand high school math now, but also at a higher level?

Unfortunately, there are no college-level math textbooks that cannot be verified.

Why don't you take advantage of the time to find a gallery in the city on the weekend, and take a walk around the Xinhua Bookstore to verify your ideas?

If you are really proficient in the level of mathematics, you can understand the university-level math courses, as long as you improve the skills generated in each course before the college entrance examination, and then guide the brothers, everyone can change their fate and step into the door of the university, right?

Of course, for now, the focus is on math mock exams.

In the next two days, Ren Bufan used the guidance mode to take the three friends to read the book desperately.

Unlike at the beginning, when the skills of the friends improved, they were not so resistant to mathematics, and when they were gradually able to understand, the mood that they had previously felt that the bet was bound to lose also began to change, and everyone concentrated and gritted their teeth to persevere.

By the time I got home from school, I had improved my math logic to level 4, and I could do more than half of the problems and be basically correct.

Come back next week and spend another day, and you'll definitely be able to move up to level 5.

A week of high-intensity study overwhelmed Zhao Yan and the three of them, and immediately went straight to the game hall to relieve the pressure after leaving school.

Of course, Ren Bufan refused their all-night invitation and returned home alone.

On Saturday, I didn't go to Gonggu Temple to continue painting.

The previous proposal of the old man, although Ren Bufan felt that the part of painting the fruit girl was inappropriate, but the way of galleries and hotels was ready to try.

If you can make more money than sketching, you will change the plan, and if not, you will go back to the Luogusi Mountain Gate tomorrow to paint.

If he wants to make a lot of money designing games, he has to make more upfront money in the shortest possible time.

The game industry has a very fast history of development, and now that it has this rebirth advantage and has won the golden finger, of course, we have to race against time to try to get a piece of the cake.

Designing a game requires a computer, equipment, programming skills, dubbing skills, drawing skills and a series of abilities.

These are all must-have expenditures.

Early in the morning, I set off directly with my painting tools and took a bus to the city.

After getting off the bus, I was a little confused because I didn't know where the gallery was.

At this time, virtual maps have not yet appeared.

Then you can only ask for directions.

"Hello!" flagged up a taxi on the side of the road, "Do you know where the nearest gallery is?"

"Gallery?" the driver said, glancing at the painting tools he was carrying, and got out of the car, "The starting price is 3 yuan, and it will be about 7 yuan when you drive over there." Get in the car?"

In fact, it is cheaper to take the bus, about one or two yuan. But asking others doesn't necessarily know, and you have to hurry.

Ren Bufan nodded, and the driver immediately opened the trunk and put his painting tools in.

After a few chats with the driver on the way, I learned that there is only one gallery in the city, and this industry has not yet developed here.

It's not the same as a decade later, when you can find galleries everywhere.

The driver was quite able to talk, and he was also curious about Ren Bufan's identity, thinking that he was an art student.

Ren Bufan simply lied to him, saying that he was a freshman at the University of Fine Arts and wanted to go to the gallery to have a look. Save yourself from saying that you are a senior in high school, and the other party will ask some other questions.

The taxi soon took him to Red Maple Street, where he stopped in front of a store called "Xinxin Gallery".

Entering the gallery, there are quite a lot of customers inside, and there are paintings of various sizes and styles, which are dazzling and overwhelming.

"Welcome! Do you want to buy a painting?" Ren Bufan was wearing clothes that had been washed white by his mother, but the gallery attendant did not restrain his smile and came to greet him with a smile. However, his eyes swept over the cheap painting tools he was carrying.

"That ......" Ren Bufan was a little nervous, "I don't buy paintings." Excuse me, do you collect paintings here? I want to sell them!"

"Yes," the waiter smiled, "do you want to sell a famous artist's paintings, or do you want to sell a painter's work on consignment?" ”

"Eh~ Is it okay for me to sell my own paintings?" Ren Bufan asked nervously.

"Huh?" the gallery attendant paused, "Little brother, you're going to sell your paintings?"

"Hmm!"

"Uh...... This ......," the waiter hesitated for a moment, "what's your pen name?"

"What pseudonym?"

"Do you have any famous paintings?"

Ren Bufan shook his head.

"Then who are you learning to draw with, and what is the name of the teacher?"

"Self-taught, not learned!"

"Huh?" the waiter was a little embarrassed, "Little brother, why don't you show me a painting first?"

"I don't have time to prepare, but you can draw on the spot, you can see if you can accept it!" Ren Bufan put down the painting tools, "Is there a place here where I can paint?"

"Why don't you go to the other corner?" the waiter gestured to the safety exit.

"Okay!" Ren Bufan hurriedly carried his painting tools over.

When he got to the corner to set up the painting tools, another gallery attendant came over, frowned after taking a look at Ren Bufan, and said softly: "Aren't you? At such a young age, how high can the level of painting be? How valuable can his paintings be? If everyone comes like this, will our gallery still be in business? Hurry up and find a way to let him go, otherwise the boss will come and I won't help you!"

"It's not easy for this little brother to muster up the courage to come over. No, I can't really buy it, right? But I've got to give him a chance. ”

"Really...... I'm too lazy to say you!"

"There's a guest looking for you over there, come over there. ”

"Then keep an eye on this kid and don't let him run away. ”

Several gallery waitresses are in their thirties, and in their eyes, Ren Bufan is indeed a little brother who has not grown up.

Ren Bufan sat in the corner and put away his painting tools, and couldn't remember what to paint for a while.

When he turned his head to look around, he saw the scene of people coming and going in the gallery, so he waved his pen and wrote.

He painted very seriously, almost with all his heart, and recorded in the form of oil paintings on the corner of the gallery in front of him on the newly bought oil painting paper.

The oil painting took a little more time, half an hour to complete.

After the painting was finished, he carefully took it to the counter and handed it to the gallery waitress who had just spoken to him.

"So fast?" the waitress was a little surprised, having worked here for so long, even though she didn't have the skills to draw, she knew something about it.

The size of Ren Bufan's oil painting is 50*60, under normal circumstances, it can be completed in one morning, sometimes it may take a day if it is slow, how can anyone paint it in half an hour?

That's the equivalent of scribbling, right?

When I looked down, I was a little surprised, because this oil painting was a corner of the gallery, and it was lifelike.

Just for a moment? Can he paint such a realistic oil painting?

"Did you draw it?" the waiter asked, his gaze constantly moving back and forth between Ren Bufan and the oil painting in his hand.

"Well, do you think this painting can be collected, and how much is it worth?"

"Uh~ Actually, we generally don't accept works by new painters...... "The waitress showed an embarrassed expression, "After all, galleries are to make money, and they need best-selling works." People usually look for famous painters first......"

"Then I ...... this painting"

"Otherwise, I'll call my boss first. The waitress thought for a moment, after all, the oil painting in her hand looked realistic, and this kid was indeed capable. If the painting is messy, she can directly refuse.

Ren Bufan honestly stood on the side and waited, feeling quite nervous.

The waitress called, and after a while, a car pulled up at the door, and an old man in a tunic with a teacup in his hand leisurely walked into the gallery.

"Boss!" the waitress stepped forward and handed over the oil painting in her hand.

The moment he saw the old man, Ren Bufan's eyes widened, wasn't this the old man he met in the Luogu Temple? He turned out to be the owner of this gallery? Isn't it?

The old man's gaze also swept to Ren Bufan, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, he picked up the oil painting and took a casual look, and shook his head: "What is this painting? There is no artistic conception, no thought, no soul! The painting skills are okay, but there are still many shortcomings." It's worthless, it's not worth anything at all!"

"Oh!" the waitress heard this, took the oil painting and turned around to give it back to Ren Bufan, "I'm sorry! It seems that our gallery can't accept your ......."

"Can't take this picture!" the old man interrupted the waitress.

"Huh?" the waitress looked back in confusion, "Boss, what did you say?"

The old man ignored her and walked straight to Ren Bufan: "No one wants this broken painting, you have to paint something with a sense of meaning, thought, and soul!"

"So you are the boss here?" Ren Bufan took over the oil painting, "What is an oil painting with a sense of meaning, thought, and soul?"

"Didn't I tell you?" the old man raised his eyebrows and said to him with a smile, "Come on, draw one for me on the spot." ”

"Boss, he's still a child!" the waitress said when she heard this.

"Yes! I know he's a kid, he's a gifted kid. The old man smiled, "That's why I can't let it go!"