Zhang Cheng was about to look at it as a cross-eyed, only to think that this portrait was a pizza that was accidentally broken, and he didn't see the shadow of the vast stars and the summer sun.

"There are a hundred Hamlets in the eyes of a hundred men." Teacher Bi laughed, looking at the paintings on the white screen, his eyes full of pride.

"This painting is when I was studying abroad, I happened to see the maple leaves falling on the Champs-Élysées in the afternoon, and the inspiration that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly exploded, and it was created overnight, which is also the best work of the teacher's life, and I named it "Sunshine of the Champs-Élysées".

"It's a teacher, it's amazing!"

"Teacher, you will be my idol in the future!"

"Teacher, I will definitely study hard with you in the future."

The students shouted in unison, their eyes shining with adoration.

Mr. Bi waved his hand, although he enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped, but still said: "As long as everyone is willing to work hard and accumulate for more than ten years, when the time comes, it is possible to draw such a work. ”

The students all nodded, buried their heads in the painting, and soon a few more people finished, after Teacher Bi's comments, although not as high as Jia Fan, but also passed one by one.

Soon, only Zhang Cheng was left sitting on the stool in a daze, and the canvas in front of him was blank.

Teacher Bi walked over and took a look, and immediately frowned, his face full of displeasure.

In his mind, art is sacrosanct, and unlike other disciplines, talent is also very important.

If there is no talent, there is a lack of life and perception in the work, at most it is a realistic level, and in the future, you can only paint some decorative paintings, and it is impossible to achieve much success.

And the young man in front of him, wearing a famous brand, looks like a rich second generation, although he looks quite good-eyed, but he is dumbfounded, he hasn't put down the pen after so long, could it be that he can't draw at all?

"Why don't you paint yet? I don't have a time for the test, but you're not going to put it off until tomorrow, are you? Teacher Bi looked at Zhang Cheng and said.

"Uh......" Zhang Cheng was stunned, with a helpless face.

You suddenly put on an entrance test, and you didn't say hello beforehand, so I didn't prepare at all, and now let me draw, what can I draw?

Draw a circle and pretend to be an egg, I don't know if you can pass the test......

Seeing that Zhang Cheng dragged on for so long and didn't draw a single stroke, the other students also felt a little funny, especially the boys.

Because Zhang Cheng attracted the attention of all the girls as soon as he came in, they had always felt unhappy, but now they finally found an opportunity to vent their anger, so they spoke one after another.

"If you don't know how to draw, just say it, don't waste everyone's time."

"It's just that you can't even draw a still life, I guess you haven't studied it at all, right?"

"Even if you want to come to our art department to pick up girls, you should at least make some preparations, you can't run over without anything, where do you get your confidence?"

Many girls also showed a trace of disappointment in their eyes, they originally thought that Zhang Cheng was an artistic man, but they didn't expect that they couldn't even draw the simplest things, was it really just to come in and pick up girls?

But...... It seems like it's good if you can soak me, even if you can't draw, it's nothing, it's already rare to be handsome and rich, how can there be a perfect man in this world.

"If you don't draw again, then don't blame me for judging that you failed." Teacher Bi also lost his patience.

"Alas......" Zhang Cheng sighed, "A good painting needs to be accumulated steadily, didn't you just say it, teacher?" I'm just looking for inspiration. ”

"Puff ......" Hearing this, Jia Fangao couldn't hold back his laughter, "You pretend...... I can only score a negative score, what are you doing with a painting that is ready to be painted at the level of expressiveness? I've been painting for more than ten years, and I'm just being able to do it realistically, but you're still accumulating? Still inspired? Pull it down! ”

Zhang Cheng shook his head, looked at Jia Fan and sighed: "Everyone in the world sighs that I am pretending to be forceful, but in fact, I am really awesome......"

"I think you look like a fool...... Jia Fangao said speechlessly: "Don't talk nonsense, if you can't draw, get out of here, don't affect our class." ”

Zhang Cheng pursed his lips, looked at the canvas in front of him and pondered, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and an idea came to him.

No matter what, let's deal with the current level first.

Under the mocking and skeptical gaze of everyone, Zhang Cheng finally moved.

I saw him poke on the canvas with a stroke, and he didn't get any paint, and he pulled it up randomly.

Before everyone could understand what he was doing, he saw Zhang Cheng change another pen and continue to draw on the canvas, so he kept trying the brush, knowing that he knew the softness and width of all the rows, Zhang Cheng stopped.

Immediately after, he tinkered with the paints, and each paint was mixed again, and the shades were adjusted for a long time, just like a child who had just learned to paint......

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, now that everyone has finished painting, they are waiting for you, can you hurry up.

No matter how much you play, I'm afraid you won't be able to draw this painting before you graduate.

Mr. Bi also shook his head when he saw it, the softness and hardness of the brush and the mixing of pigments are all basic, and he can conclude from Zhang Cheng's movements that this guy must have never held a pen before.

Now that you're just starting to get familiar with the tools, are you cramming a little too much?

Look at the other students, although the level of the paintings is not high, but as soon as they hold the pen, the whole person's expression is focused, which is the result of long-term training.

But what about you, a pen can be pulled twice and then replaced by another, and the monkey breaks the bud valley? Are you familiar with paintbrushes or are you looking for a shoe brush?

"That's it! Inspiration is here! After Zhang Cheng was familiar with the tool pigments, he was sure in his heart, and he screamed.

The crowd almost fainted......

Inspiration your sister! If you rub it a little longer, we'll all fall asleep!

Teacher Bi's face was very ugly, in his eyes, Zhang Cheng had become a sensational student, and immediately said angrily: "When inspiration comes, let's paint, but it's not too early now, I'll give you another hour at most, if you continue to procrastinate, you will fail directly!" ”

"It won't take an hour!" Zhang Cheng smiled, kicked the stool away, stood in front of the canvas, held the palette in his left hand, and grabbed three paintbrushes between his right fingers at the same time, and began to sway wantonly.

Whew......

As the brushes fly, the originally blank canvas begins to appear from top to bottom, and the movements in Zhang Cheng's hands are so fast that they are almost invisible to the naked eye.

"This, this, this...... Is this a three-stroke linkage? Mr. Bi's eyes almost didn't fall out of his sockets, and his face was full of ghostly expressions.

The other students opened their mouths in astonishment, watching as the paintings of their clothes took shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, exposing even their tonsils to the air.

(End of chapter)