I only took two of the sketchpads.

After a lot of discussion, since the time limit is only five minutes, let the Sakai sisters and brothers draw first, and then Gu Weijing and Tanaka Masakazu.

In fact, not many people in the field really cared about the games in the latter group, but for rising stars like the Sakai sisters and brothers, who have not yet entered a professional university art academy and have already made a name for themselves in the circle, everyone is very interested.

"Katsuko, Tsunachang, come on!"

Professor Kazunari Sakai in the crowd waved his fist.

Gu Weijing's gaze fell on this middle-aged uncle.

If it weren't for Cao Lao's unexpectedly willingness to go out of the mountain, then the host of the [Master Project] this time would be this fat uncle who looks like a ball.

The uncle gives people the most intuitive feeling that he is fat, wearing a beige windbreaker, round like a penguin.

Uncle Sakai Issei's facial features are not bad at all, and he also belonged to the idol school painter when he was young.

According to a reporter from RB's local art magazine that Gu Weijing knew.

When the famous painter Kazunari Sakai was studying at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Spain, his classmates would even call him "Byron from the East", a handsome young man with a deep and somewhat sad and depressed eyebrows.

Like many artists who gradually let go of themselves after becoming famous, Uncle Sakai, who prematurely completed the two important life goals of "winning awards at art exhibitions" and "turning into a beautiful schoolgirl in school", has completely flattened in body management.

At least Gu Weijing really can't see this fat man whose waist circumference is about to catch up with his height, where is Byron.

Katsuko Sakai had already walked over to the drawing board and began to prepare.

Sakai Tsunamasa was still grinding in place, he really didn't want to paint in this kind of field, but unfortunately he couldn't resist the stern eyes of his father and sister, and finally moved to the drawing board step by step.

"Alright, let's go."

Cao Lao nodded and looked at the two people in the field with interest.

Sakai Tsunamasa immediately picked up the brush, the lines are very standard, the middle distance is regular, and the overall is smooth.

By the standards of this age, it is impossible to find fault.

After all, he is the son and daughter of Professor Sakai, and he grew up under the teaching of such a master artist, and although he is not yet an adult, it is strange that he cannot draw well.

What really made Mr. Cao Xuan secretly praise was Katsuko Sakai on the side.

As soon as she arrived at the drawing board, the girl moved her wrists while taking out a tissue from her clothes pocket and carefully wiping her hands.

Even though the timer had already begun, she didn't disrupt her rhythm.

After meticulously spending more than ten seconds to make sure that his fingers were absolutely dry and clean, he picked up the brush.

In the process of painting, in addition to the flexibility of the wrist, the dryness of the fingers is also an element that is overlooked by many reckless painters.

Keep your fingers dry and clean, this will prevent dust or unnoticed dirt from your fingers from smearing the white picture.

Second, sweating on your hands will also affect the stability of the pen to a certain extent, which may cause unnecessary nib rotation when holding the pen hard.

It's a small detail, but it's not a big deal not to wipe it either.

If you give a charcoal stick to a real artist, he can still paint amazing works.

Waste without talent and hard work, even if you give it to a top-notch art studio, it is still a waste.

But on this important occasion when the master is watching around, he can not forget the small details such as wiping his hands.

"Very general-like."

Cao Lao nodded with satisfaction.

What kind of rhetoric happens once in a century is just a rhetoric sought after by the media. In his eyes, the awards for children's paintings are tantamount to martial arts masters watching children play with mud.

But this kind of mature and confident mentality really makes Cao Lao happy.

Talent or something......

Oh, who of the painters he sees every day is not talented and talented?

This is really nothing, there are too many injuries in the painter's profession.

When Cao Lao was in his teens and twenties, there were many geniuses of painters in the Dongxia calligraphy and painting world who were as famous as him, but now he is the only one who has really come to this point.

Even most of the other names have long been forgotten by the painting circles.

Talent and hard work are just the bottom line of becoming a successful painter.

Mentality, opportunities, nobles, patience, and the general environment...... These things are indispensable.

Painting and calligraphy critics in the art world are very vicious, and before your work is recognized by the market, there will definitely be people who criticize you and slander you.

No matter how good your painting is, people can't like it, and there are many regrettable young painters in history who should have achieved something were directly scolded and collapsed, and even jumped off the building and hanged themselves.

In the eyes of the little old man, it is really rare for a teenage girl to have such a strong mentality.

Gu Weijing secretly compared himself with the Sakai siblings who were painting.

This week, he has to draw a sketch or a hard pen line and his wrist is swollen.

Judging by his high vision after being blessed and trained by Menzel, he underestimated Sakai Tsunamasa a little.

Sakai Tsunamasa does have the capital to pretend to be a master.

Horizontal measurement according to the standard of the system panel, the opponent is also about lv.3 level, and the proficiency is between 300 and 500.

There is no way to estimate the painting very accurately.

He judged that the other party's sketch foundation should not be as good as his current self, but it was much better than him before he got the panel.

As for Katsuko Sakai...... It's kind of scary.

The smoothness of the brush, the flexibility of the wrist, and the precision of the lines are completely like a very professional old painter.

If you only look at the wrist and the work on the paper.

Gu Weijing couldn't imagine that the other party was a little girl who was not an adult like himself.

"This sketching technique may have reached lv.4, right?"

Gu Weijing admired a little that the improvement of his painting in the past week was not just a year of hard work in the past.

That's it, he's still more than a hundred points away from lv.4, and he doesn't have the help of such a powerful teacher as the system panel.

"Five minutes."

A Burmese official gestured while clocking the time.

No matter how strong Sakai Katsuko is, compared with Lin Tao, a disciple of Cao Lao, a painter who can really be named a master artist, the gap is still obvious.

This time, no one stopped the brush in advance, and it was not until the last second that time flowed and both of them put down the pen at the same time.

Everyone gathered in front of the drawing board.

Master Lin Tao's qualification criteria are very clear, draw the outline of the main structure of the Shwedagon Pagoda with a pen within five minutes, and there can be no obvious deformation, even if it is basically passed.

Judging by this standard, both of them are undoubtedly qualified, and neither of them is more than qualified, and Tsunamasa Sakai also drew the superstructure of a sub-tower.

As for Katsuko Sakai, although she took Lin Tao nearly twice as long, her paintings were already very close to Lin Tao's finished drawings.

On her paper—a large tower, three small towers have all been mapped and positioned, and all that is missing is the shadow of the sun that has worked hardest.

In the works that Lin Tao has just shown to everyone, in addition to the three towers, there is also a projection of the tower body on the ground laid out with a fine gray tone cross pen.

This is where the kung fu and brushstrokes are most tested, and Katsuko Sakai has no time to paint.

"A master is a master, much stronger than me."

Sakai Katsuko bowed to Lin Tao in admiration.

"I'm far behind you at your age. It's really amazing, the first person in the younger generation, you deserve it. Tsunamasa is not bad either, Professor Sakai, your good luck is really enviable. ”

Lin Tao stared at the painting taken from the drawing board, turned his head to look at Sakai Kazunari on the side, and his tone was filled with sincere envy.

At his age, his achievements are almost fixed, and what he likes most is this kind of young man with infinite possibilities.

"It's so good, it's more worthy of applause than an old guy like me, and every time I see this talented young painter, I feel like I'm really old."

Lin Tao took the lead in clapping his hands, and there was another round of applause around him.

Sakai Issei in the crowd happily patted his belly, the fat on his stomach trembled, and in the congratulations of the painters around him, he looked like a fat man of two hundred pounds.

At this time, everyone almost looked at the game below, but they heard Sakai Katsuko, who had just finished bowing to Lin Tao, turn his head to look at Gu Weijing.

"Mr. Gu, come on, I hope you can defeat me."

There was a faint fighting spirit in her voice, like a samurai waiting for a duel.