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

This war-like sentence attracted the surprised eyes of many people in the audience.

They looked at the thin young man with strange looks.

"Look at the badge, the one who fought is called Gu Weijing? Miss Sakai seems to be quite interested in him. ”

"I haven't heard of it, oh, by the way, his grandfather's name is Gu Tongxiang, and he is a local painter in Yangon this time."

"Oh, local painters. That's hard. “

"Well, after all, Tanaka-kun is an excellent student of the best art academy in RB, and his vision and insight are not comparable to him as a local painter."

"Let's see."

There was a lot of talk from the crowd.

Tanaka Masakazu walked over to the drawing board, and he looked around with some fear at the professors' expressions on his face.

Although most of those scrutinizing eyes were on Gu Weijing, his hand holding the cap of the pen was still a little trembling.

It's not that he's worried about his opponent, but he's just a little worried that the old painters around him are sharp-eyed.

The moment a painter picks up a paintbrush, he can be seen by these masters.

The reason for his concern was that after these people had seen the Sakai twins' talent and talent for painting that had made their peers despair.

Won't you seem too bad?

After not seeing him for a while, not only was his nightmare Katsuko Sakai's painting skills amazing, but even Tsunamasa Sakai, who was not famous in the shadow of his sister, was already a decent young talent.

"Luckily, I just need to beat him...... A poor man who was robbed of the opportunity to defeat the second generation of the painting and calligraphy family by challenging the dignity of the second generation, those art weeklies like this kind of story. ”

Tanaka Masakazu set his eyes on Gu Weijing, and his heart settled down a little.

As soon as he prepares for the end of this project, no, as soon as he returns to the hotel today, Masakazu Tanaka will contact a tabloid reporter familiar on Line to release the news.

This kind of lace journalism is a very popular subject in the art world, not to mention that Yangon is also a multinational international project.

There is no need to add any oil and vinegar, as long as the story is retold selectively, people will naturally regard this kid called Gu Weijing as the kind of artistic bully who relies on his connections to "bully men and women", even if his grandfather Gu Tongxiang is just a little painter who is not famous in the world.

This kind of thing only has a basic tone first.

If someone takes the "insult to Cao Lao" and does not let go of the dirty water without evidence, it will naturally be the second generation of the painter who mobilized the network to pour dirty water on the poor himself.

"Boy, why bother, you have to provoke me."

Masakazu Tanaka admired his wisdom in his heart.

He didn't think he was going to lose at all.

Even though he started in junior high school, he hadn't seriously held a paintbrush for a long time, and he wasn't an outstanding student of Tama Academy at all.

But Tanaka believes that this Gu Weijing is obviously the same kind of person as him, relying on the gilding of Yangon's home registration project.

The other party is only a middle school student, and he is a student at the most famous art academy in the whole RB. I have never eaten pork and have always seen pigs run, and the environmental gap between the two sides is worlds apart.

Sketching pen and ink strokes, no matter how unskilled they are, are not comparable to a backcountry bun.

But for some reason, maybe it was Sakai Katsuko's declaration like a challenge from an equal opponent, and Tanaka's heart was a little inexplicably gloomy.

"What if...... In case ......"

"Is this kid really a genius?"

No way.

Masakazu Tanaka felt that he was overly worried.

A monster like Katsuko Sakai, one is enough.

If his grandfather had the ability to teach the Sakai siblings, he would not have never heard of the old man's name.

……

"The timer begins."

As soon as the two sides were in place, they pressed the switch on the timer.

Masakazu Tanaka immediately picked up the paintbrush.

And Gu Weijing did not.

"Contrived."

Looking at Gu Weijing, who was wiping his hands in the field, many people frowned.

Some of the teachers at the Academy of Fine Arts shook their heads disdainfully.

Many people feel that he is following the example of Dong Shi, and for a painting with a time limit of five minutes, every second after the start of the timer is precious.

People Sakai Katsuko can do this because they are Sakai Katsuko who is a once-in-a-century Sakai, and he Gu Weijing also does this, so it's a bit pretentious.

"Katsuko, where did this kid come from?"

Uncle Kazunari Sakai turned his head sideways and asked his daughter in a low voice.

"I don't know either, but I just know that he's strong."

Katsuko Sakai was biting her father's ears in a soft voice, and her eyes were blazing as she looked at the field.

Gu Weijing was not only wiping his hands, but he was also observing the drawing board of Masakazu Tanaka on the side with his eyes.

He's thinking about a question—

"Do you want to use your own skills?"

In terms of the basic skills of simple line structure, with the blessing of the old man Menzel's decades of experience, not to mention Masakazu Tanaka, there are not many artists in the field who can win against themselves.

But it's not a good thing to go too far by relying on strength that doesn't belong to you.

The simplest truth.

It's not a big deal for a painter to have a flash of inspiration once in a while, but if you can have half an hour of supernatural performance every day and show master-level skills, the rest of the time the level plummets, and after doing it for so long, people will treat you as a monster.

Gu Weijing decided to observe Tanaka Masakazu's painting first.

"Huh."

He let out a sneer.

frizzy, clumsy, sticky.

Gu Weijing was even a little surprised in his heart after Tanaka Zhenghe's lines of the previous strokes.

"That's the level of students at the most famous fine arts schools in all RB." He raised an eyebrow.

Tanaka Masakazu's performance even made him look down on Tama Academy a few points.

Not to mention the Sakai siblings, he thinks that the other party may be at the level of Lv.2, and even his original hard work is a little inferior.

It is said that a few lines at the beginning can determine the level of a painting, and there is a truth to this saying.

Although a few lines are not enough to determine anything for a painting, it can tell the overall level of a painter.

A painter at the level of 60 may be able to get 80 points, but normally he will never be able to get 180 points.

"Hey, it's been thirty seconds, you still can't draw, don't delay everyone's time."

Someone in the audience finally got impatient and questioned Gu Weijing.

Tanaka Masakazu raised his head and found that the other party's drawing board was still blank, as if he had no idea to finish it.

"You've been caught, right?"

This kind of person who relies on elders to mix qualifications can be found everywhere, but it is not uncommon to know nothing. There has never been a scandal in history in which a decent painter who has been packaged does not even understand the difference between gouache and watercolor.

Especially in a place like Yangon, as long as you have connections, you can be praised as a painter if you don't know anything.

The opponent was even more unbearable than he imagined, which made him feel a burst of joy in his heart.

"I'm sorry."

Gu Weijing picked up the pen and took off the cap.

Then let me see how big a gap there is between a dignified and a real genius with real talent.

He picked up the pen and flew it.

"Huh?"

At the moment when Gu Weijing started writing, Cao Lao's squinted eyes suddenly blinked.