"Teacher He, how can you talk like that?"

The sound of questioning sounded behind him.

Qin Jiu turned around and looked sideways at Cheng Yu who was speaking.

His chest rose and fell because of excitement, and Cheng Yu's eyes were staring at He Ping: "No matter how powerful a painter is, isn't he also practiced day by day, could it be that Teacher He will take a paintbrush when he is born?!" ”

It is not easy to follow the path of art students, and good off-campus training institutions are expensive.

The cost of art training in experimental high schools is much lower than that of off-campus training institutions, and there are scholarships for good drawing, and there is even no need to pay money.

Cheng Yu whispered before, just to give Qin Jiu a chance to learn.

He Ping sneered at her, and she endured it.

However, as a teacher, how can you say this to ridicule a student?

She brought the people, and she came up with the idea.

As a teacher, how can you watch your child being insulted.

He Ping didn't expect that this young female teacher, who looked gentle and gentle, would have such a strong side?

The cheek twitched, and she snorted disapprovingly.

"I wasn't born with it, of course, but I have the talent. I started learning to draw at the age of six, and when I was her age, I had already won the first prize in the National Painting and Calligraphy Competition for Middle School Students. As for her, she doesn't even know how to sketch and line! ”

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Who said I wouldn't?" ”

"Yes, you're amazing, you can do anything!" He Ping pulled open the cabinet next to him, grabbed a cube plaster from it, and stacked it heavily on the table for painting still lifes, "This is the most basic sketch cube, I don't need you to paint dark, highlight, and reflective, you just need to draw its shape for me, even if I lose today!" ”

Qin Jiu glanced at the geometry on the table lightly: "What if I can draw?" ”

"I apologize to you if you can draw it. Not only that, from today on......" He Ping patted his chest, "I, He Ping, will personally open a small class to make up for your progress in class, and I won't charge a penny." If you can't draw it, I want you to shout 'I'm stupid' three times in front of the whole school! ”

Hum!

That's the price of provoking her!

"Qin Jiu has never learned to draw, so of course he can't draw." Afraid of Qin Jiu's other party's agitation, Cheng Yu pulled Qin Jiu's arm, "Let's go, the teacher will introduce you to a better teacher, and when we are admitted to the University of Fine Arts, we will come back and slap some people in the face!" ”

Cheng Yu also learned to draw when he was a child, and he knew some fur.

Sketching is a simple thing, but it is the most important basic skill of drawing.

People who haven't practiced systematically don't know how to see through at all.

Qin Jiu had never learned sketching, how could he draw it?

She pulled Qin Jiu to leave, but the result was ...... Didn't pull.

The girl's feet seemed to have roots, and they did not move.

The glass-like pupils stared at He Ping coldly, and Qin Jiu's voice was still as calm as ever.

"If you lose, I want you to apologize to Teacher Cheng and me in front of all the teachers and students in the school."

"Good!" He Ping grabbed a pencil from the table and threw it heavily at Qin Jiu's feet, "Give her an easel, I'll see how she draws!" ”

The two art students acted quickly to help Qin Jiu prepare and sketch paper with easel and sketch paper.

Without looking at the pencil on the ground, Qin Jiu put the book in his hand on the table, returned to the easel, and picked up a piece of charcoal on the pen holder.

Charcoal drawing, the light and shade effect is better, but it is not easy to erase, and it is more difficult to control and master.

He Ping sneered.

I'm afraid that he can't even tell the difference between a pencil and a charcoal, and he says he can draw?