"I'm going to draw one too."

After a mental struggle with 5,000 yuan, the girl in yellow said decisively.

Han Shuang nodded and started the second business transaction.

This time, the girl in yellow gave Han Shuang a beautiful photo of herself and asked the latter to copy it.

For Han Shuang, who has opened his god-level painting skills, as long as it is a physical sketch, the difficulty is the same no matter what form it is.

As always, I stared at the photo for a few minutes before I started writing.

After keeping in mind the eyes, rhyme, facial features, and general proportions of the girl in yellow, I began to write.

The same beginning, the same rhythm, the same precision without a superfluous stroke.

In the eyes of others, Han Shuang, who has been painting, should be very tired.

The truth is that Han Shuang is very happy.

It's like turning on the god-level code word function, these hands are both his hands and not his hands.

His mental state at this time was completely immersed in the beauty of art.

He was also very excited to see the vivid and verve of his mouth on the paper with just a few strokes.

How do you describe how he feels?

It was as if his soul had come out of his body, and he watched the 'self' in front of him splash ink.

Since becoming one with this artist system, he has often had such delusions.

It's like when he challenges at Defa Piano Shop, he feels like a listener, and the forgetful player sits in front of him.

It's very fantasy and snatching away.

But one thing is for sure, Han Shuang absolutely controls his body.

He can stop whenever he wants.

After a brief conversation, Han Shuang also knew the name of the girl in yellow, Huang Ying.

A beautiful girl whose clothes color matches her surname.

Huang Ying's appearance belongs to the kind of existence that is neither high nor low, and compared with ordinary girls, it is much more beautiful.

But standing with Yan Ling, it is much inferior.

And she wasn't very happy with her nose and didn't think it was tall enough.

That's why I took out the retouched picture for Han Shuang to copy, instead of painting myself.

......

Han Shuang sat on the mat and kept painting, and Yan Ling, Bai Qingqing and others stood behind him, once again admiring his style when he was creating.

Even if it's the second time you watch it, it can still shock them.

The main thing is that Han Shuang's painting method is too skillful!

It's incredibly skilled!

If they draw an object like an assembly line, they can also achieve this level of skill.

But the two girls painted by Han Shuang have very different appearances, and there is no similarity at all, so it's hard to imagine how he practiced such a kind of painting skills.

For example, if a total of 10,000 strokes are required to complete this sketch, then for Han Shuang, these 10,000 strokes seem to have an order and a skill in arrangement.

And he followed this order and technique, and landed in the corresponding place one stroke at a time.

Not a single slouch, not a single mistake.

It's very, very unbelievable, but Han Shuang's skillful brushwork and the amazing effect of his painting make people have to believe in this hypothesis.

As for his so-called three years of not touching a paintbrush, it has become a joke.

With his ability to control the brush, may he not have touched the brush for three years?

Is it possible?

On the contrary, Yan Ling, Bai Qingqing and others all felt that Han Shuang must have practiced often in private in addition to studying.

The degree of hard work is even far better than that of their students who study painting professionally.

Otherwise, who can explain what is happening in front of us?

Looking at Han Shuang, all of them had a similar thought in their hearts: If President Jieyu and Han Shuang had a sketch contest, who would be better?

If they were left behind, they would not hesitate to give an answer.

The president's words.

Why?

Just because she surpassed the admission line of Yanyi, she chose the Mingyang Fine Arts Department.

In her four years of college, she won the glorious honors of first-level assessment of drawing, second-level of Chinese painting, and second-level oil painting.

With each of her works, all the teachers in the painting department can praise them.

Jieyu is the pride and belief in the hearts of all students in the Department of Painting.

Near-invincible existence.

But after seeing Han Shuang's state when he was painting, they hesitated.

It's not that they haven't seen Jieyu painting, but compared with Han Shuang, the effect of the painting may be able to compete, but the time is ...... will fall to the downside.

In other words, Jieyu's comprehensive strength may not be as good as Han Shuang.

This is a fact that is unacceptable to all.

A student who learns to compose music has not achieved anything in his profession, but he can beat all those who learn to draw.

If you say this, all the students of the art department will have no face to go out!

At this time, they only had one idea, hoping that Han Shuang was only good at the field of sketching.

......

When Han Shuang put away his pen, he heard Yan Ling exclaim in his ear: "This time it only took an hour and eighteen minutes." ”

Han Shuang was stunned, is it so fast?

How do I feel like it hasn't been long?

"What do you think?"

Han Shuang handed the sketchpad to Huang Ying and asked her what she thought.

As a business, as a businessman, Han Shuang felt that it was necessary to obtain the satisfaction of customers first.

Even if it hurts to give these 5,000 yuan, Huang Ying really can't find any flaws!

Han Shuang's finished painting effect is even better than she imagined!

Holding the drawing board, she was both excited and emotional.

It's obviously just a 2B pencil, how can it show such an amazing effect in Han Shuang's hands?

Not to mention lifelike, the charm in her eyes is simply drawn to her heart!

"yes, okay, yes."

As he spoke, he transferred the money to Han Shuang.

Seeing that there were still two hours before school, Han Shuang shouted, "Is there anything else?" Please, the next one. ”

Yan Ling asked with puzzlement in his eyes, "Han Shuang, aren't you tired?" ”

To outsiders, painting may be one of the easiest jobs in the world.

There is only a light brush in his hand, and he doesn't need to exert much effort.

But only those who are engaged in this profession know that tiredness is not necessarily reflected in physical functions.

Not to mention the fact that a lot of attention is consumed in the process of drawing, holding the pen for a long time and hanging your arms in the air will give birth to a feeling of soreness.

And Han Shuang has been painting for three hours in a row, and he has hardly rested during this period.

Did he really not feel tired at all?

This question made Han Shuang confused.

Is drawing tiring?

Why don't I feel like it at all?

On the contrary, I feel a little bit of enjoyment.

Looking at everyone's puzzled eyes, Han Shuang suddenly felt ...... It seems a little abnormal to say that you are not tired.

"I'm a little tired, so what, I'll go to the bathroom."

A few minutes later, before Han Shuang could come to him, Yan Ling said, "Han Shuang, you can draw a picture for me!" ”

In the past few minutes, Yan Ling thought a lot.

As a professional painting student, spending 5,000 yuan to buy someone else's sketch can make people laugh out of their teeth when they say it!

But after seeing Han Shuang's finished paintings, she had a very strong desire in her heart.

I hope to get such a work.

She is no stranger to this feeling, and every time she visits the exhibitions of the masters and sees the breathtaking paintings, she also feels like this: when will she be able to paint such works herself?

Even if it was incredible, in her heart, she had already equated Han Shuang with those masters.

And Han Shuang's works are indeed very attractive.

It is not only highly ornamental, but also artistic.

In time, he may be a master.

When that day comes, let alone five thousand, even if it is two more zeros, you may not be able to buy his works.

With that thought, she didn't hesitate.

Han Shuang glanced at Yan Ling meaningfully, and said lightly: "How to draw?" ”

Yan Ling smiled: "I don't have any requirements, as long as it's me." ”

Han Shuang nodded, and after looking at Yan Ling for a while, he started the third business.

......

This time it was a bit long, and it took an hour and forty minutes before Han Shuang finished writing.

"What do you think?"

Yan Ling picked up the drawing board, and his joy was beyond words.

"Well, I'm satisfied, turn on the phone, I'll transfer the money to you."

Han Shuang smiled: "Invite me to a meal, this picture is what I gave you." ”