The classmate only glanced at Lin Yi's drawing board, and never moved his steps or looked away.

Another classmate next to him saw this classmate's abnormality and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" Isn't it a certain level? ”

As he spoke, he also took a few steps forward and looked at Lin Yi's painting.

But after just one glance, he also stayed there, just like his former classmates.

I can't move my steps anymore, I can't take my eyes off anymore.

The two of them were seen by the other students, and they also came over one after another to look at Lin Yi's drawing board.

So, like the two people before, they couldn't move their steps or take their eyes off.

Ning Zhiyuan had already completed his work at this time.

He took two steps back, looked at his work a few times, and nodded in satisfaction.

In order to show his talent in front of Zuo Yiran, he put his heart into these two works.

It can be said that as soon as these two works come out, they will definitely amaze many girls.

After looking, he turned his head to look to the left.

But when Zuo Yiran was halfway through the drawing, he was motionless, staring at the guy on the other side.

Looking again, it turned out that all the twenty-odd classmates were staring at that guy, including the teacher.

Ning Zhiyuan wondered, what is there to see when a layman paints?

Could it be that the painting is too much, and everyone can't help but go over and complain?

Ning Zhiyuan felt that his idea was very interesting, smiled smugly, and also took a few steps over there, crossed everyone's shoulders, and looked at Lin Yi's drawing board.

At first glance, I saw that Lin Yi's drawing paper still had traces erased off with an eraser.

He couldn't help but pout.

You know, with an eraser, that's a sign of an inferior level.

After the eraser is removed, there will always be a trace, which is a blemish.

Therefore, the average master sketches and almost does not use erasers. Every point is grasped very accurately and in one go.

Even if there is an occasional line that is wrongly drawn, it will be subtly covered up with other lines, and it will not be visible at all.

Only beginners will use erasers.

In Ning Zhiyuan's view, Lin Yi is obviously a beginner with a low level.

This guy and his own level is simply an underground, a heaven.

However, when his gaze moved to Lin Yi's hand, he was stunned, and then froze.

I saw Lin Yi's right hand waving continuously, almost dancing out of an afterimage.

"So fast?"

Zuo Yiran said in surprise in his heart: What is this the speed of being single for tens of thousands of years?

Then I saw lines flowing out from under the tip of Lin Yi's pen, gradually forming the required gray surface, dark side, shadow, reflection and so on.

But that's not the main thing.

The main thing is: under the hand speed of tens of thousands of years of singleness, what he draws is still extremely accurate. If you don't look at the technique, just from the point of view of accuracy, this guy's observation is unparalleled!

How can it be?

Isn't he a zero-based doorman?

How can you have more profound skills than yourself?

Ning Zhiyuan felt that his self-esteem had been hit.

But he didn't want to throw in the towel, and he had to make excuses for himself.

"Teacher, there's no way he's never learned sketching, he's been practicing for a long time. But pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger here, it is nothing more than trying to attract attention. This method is really clumsy. ”

Ning Zhiyuan was angry and spoke.

The teacher shook his head and said, "No." If you only look at the smoothness of these lines of his, it is definitely a master. But judging from his painting techniques, vividness, and even the use of erasers, he is an absolute layman. Even I can safely say that he was drawing for the first time. A layman can draw to this extent for the first time, and I am ashamed of myself. ”

Ning Zhiyuan's proud self-confidence, under the teacher's words, finally received a complete blow.

From the very beginning of his first contact with sketching, he showed an unusual talent.

No matter which teacher taught him, they all said that he was almost a genius in painting.

He has always thought that he is really a genius in this area.

Today, however, a layman who paints for the first time is even smoother and better than his own painting. This devastated him.

At this time, a classmate pointed at Ning Zhiyuan and said, "Oh, I remember, you and my cousin are classmates, and you have been to our house once." No wonder I look so familiar to you. By the way, you're supposed to be a sophomore now, right? How do you take classes with us freshmen? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes looked at Ning Zhiyuan in unison.

Ning Zhiyuan said that Lin Yi pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, said that Lin also wanted to attract people's attention, and said that Lin Yi was clumsy.

After doing it for a long time, it turned out that he was a sophomore, but he ran to show off among the freshmen, which was nothing more than to flirt with his sister.

It turns out that the person with the most clumsy means is himself!

Under the gaze of more than 20 people, Ning Zhiyuan couldn't stay anymore no matter how thick-skinned he was.

His face was blue and purple for a while, especially when he saw Zuo Yiran's gaze, he had always been confident, and he didn't even dare to look at Zuo Yiran.

Without saying a word, he tore his drawing from the drawing board, crumpled it up, and walked briskly out of the classroom.

Only then did everyone turn around and look at Lin Yi.

I saw that Lin Yi's eyes had been on the drawing board from beginning to end, and the pen under his hand had never stopped.

The teacher couldn't help but nod his head secretly.

The highest state of a painter is that there is no self and nothing.

When painting, I will not be disturbed by the outside world at all, and I will only immerse myself in my own world.

And Lin Yi, a beginner, has already reached this realm.

Genius!

Genius!!

Lin Yi has indeed drawn to the realm of selflessness.

After all, he was new to sketching, and his enthusiasm had not faded.

And the more he painted, the more interesting he felt, the more excited he became, and he felt that the whole person's spirit was in a state of excitement.

Naturally, it has reached the realm of self-forgetfulness.

Rustle Rustle –

In the entire classroom, there was only the sound of Lin Yi's pen tip rubbing against the drawing paper.

Everyone stood behind Lin Yi and quietly watched Lin Yi paint.

Outside the classroom door, an old man in his sixties, with gray hair but good spirits, was slowly walking past the classroom.

I found the classroom very quiet, and everyone gathered around.

Feeling a little strange, he slowly approached the classroom.

Everyone watched intently, and no one noticed him coming.

He saw that everyone was watching a young man paint, and he looked at the young man with interest.

After looking at it for a moment, his wise eyes lit up.

A few minutes later, after Lin Yi finished drawing, he signed his name: Lin Yi.

The old man exclaimed, "Well, that's good. ”

Everyone turned around, and saw an old man, whom they did not recognize.

But the teacher knew the old man and said very respectfully, "Vice Dean Wang, why are you here?" ”