At the last moment of the deadline, Masakazu Tanaka just finished the main structure of the Shwedagon Pagoda.

He painted in a hurry.

Five minutes is a very tight time, and there is an element of luck in being able to finish it.

Seeing his opponent at a loss made Tanaka, who was in control of the victory, relax a lot, and even made fewer clerical errors than he expected.

He glanced at the outline of the drawing paper in front of him with his gaze, and there were only about seven or eight lines of pen hooks glued together, and the overall structural deformation and distortion were not serious.

At least, that's not bad in the ordinary sense.

It's the kind of thing that if you show it to someone who has never learned to draw at all, you can still get amazement and applause.

"At least it's okay to win against the Yangon natives."

Tanaka wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead with his fingers and raised his head confidently.

His pupils twitched.

Tanaka couldn't see Gu Weijing's drawing board, because people were surrounded on both sides of the drawing board.

At first, he could hear the voices of people chattering after he painted himself, but soon the chatter fell silent, and the air quickly fell silent.

Tanaka Masakazu thought that the other party didn't know how to write at all, which made the masters lose their interest in watching, but now ...... These people don't look like they've lost interest at all.

Everyone was just silent, silent, watching.

There was a strange atmosphere in the air, so eerie, as if a white elephant had suddenly appeared in the crowd.

"Who do you think can draw better?"

Finally, a forty-year-old professor from Kiyomi spoke, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Actually, is it between yourself and yourself?"

Masakazu Tanaka was a little nervous.

"Judging by the lines and the strokes...... Or maybe he's a little bit worse. ”

Someone whispered in response.

"Well, yes, this kid is still a little bit worse. You see, here. The texture of people's lines is obviously smoother than Gu Weijing. Especially this round spire. Although the curves can be regarded as rounded, one is directly outlined, and the other is divided into two halves to copy, and there is still a gap in the confidence of the pen. ”

"That's right." There was a chorus of approval from the crowd.

is obviously talking about Gu Weijing's shortcomings, but Tanaka's heart is quickly sliding towards the bottomless abyss.

Because the one who speaks is none other than that.

It was the little local painter in Yangon, Tanaka Masakazu who still remembered the other party's name, Gu Tongxiang, Gu Weijing's grandfather.

The old thing's face was full of pride and excitement, but he didn't have the slightest intention of losing the game for his grandson.

"That's not bad, how old is he?"

Someone asked.

"Seventeen years old, and there are still more than seven months to reach eighteen."

"At this age, I'm a little younger than Katsuko, and it's not time to go to college."

Tanaka Masakazu's throat was a little itchy, and he squeezed away Gu Tongxiang, who was bragging about his grandson to others, on his tiptoes, and squeezed towards the drawing board in front of Gu Weijing.

He wanted to see if this guy really drew flowers.

Gu Tongxiang didn't care at all.

He just glanced at this guy named Tanaka Masakazu with a happy and pitying gaze, and let go of his body with the generosity that belonged to the victor.

"Lost."

"I lost."

"Impossible......"

If it was said that Tanaka Masakazu still had the intention of justifying his paintings, the first moment he saw Gu Weijing's drawing paper, he swallowed all the words he had thought of into his stomach.

Lost without any suspense.

There is not even room for their own quibbles.

A large tower had been formed on that piece of paper, and the precise outline of the three small towers reminded him of only one name, Katsuko Sakai.

Tanaka Masakazu opened his mouth and looked at Gu Weijing to the side in disbelief.

He has become accustomed to being crushed by Katsuko Sakai in various competitions.

But now, there is another person who brings me the same feelings.

The other party is still from Yangon, which he has in his impression of the art desert.

"Alas......"

The old painters around him who used to be mean in the past are also rare that no one mocks Tanaka Masakazu.

Most of them have struggled on the road of art for a long time.

Masters were not artists from the beginning, and the painting lives of these old painters were certainly not all smooth sailing.

They know the inferiority complex and frustration of being defeated by genius, so they have some sympathy for Tanaka Masakazu in their hearts at this time.

However, now Masakazu Tanaka's matter is no longer the point.

"Boy, your name is Gu Weijing, I remember you."

Cao Lao nodded towards Gu Weijing, with the kind smile on his face that the old artist saw the younger generation.

"Lao Gu, is your grandson interested in studying at CAFA in college? I can take him with me in the studio, he's a good seedling. ”

Lin Tao was much more straightforward.

"This ......"

"Is this going to take students?"

The crowd erupted in a chatter.

The painter's profession is very particular about genres.

It's not just students who try their best to worship famous teachers, but famous teachers are also very eager for students who can inherit the mantle, and even surpass it.

Lin Tao glanced at his colleagues around him, and couldn't help but snort in his heart. Don't look at the surprised looks of these people one by one, he knows that many of these people have the same thoughts as himself.

Good teachers are hard to find, but good students may be abducted by other old guys after passing through this village.

In the Academy of Fine Arts, many departments have a studio system rather than a class system, and the mural copying class and still life portrait class he takes every year are all big courses, and there are many students in the whole school.

may have been taken by Lin Tao, and there are only seven students in his studio in total.

CAFA is the most famous art academy in Dongxia, and as a disciple of Cao Lao, Lin Tao himself is one of the big signboards of the academy.

Whether in Dongxia, in Asia, or internationally, Lin Tao has a good network.

Being a member of Lin Tao's studio is almost destined for your future.

Even if you don't want to go too far on the road of art, you can almost get a starting annual salary of about 100,000 yuan in US dollars, if you go to those famous international magazines to make art covers, or go to companies like Activision and Sony to do game concept design.

"Old Gu, he doesn't have any other teachers now, right?"

Lin Tao seemed to think of something and hurriedly asked.

"There were no formal teachers, just art classes at a local international school. Of course, he learned to draw with me since he was a child. ”

Thou?

Lin Tao glanced at Gu Tongxiang, who had probably learned about the local painter before coming to Yangon.

Unknown nationality.

To be honest, he didn't think such a painter was worthy of such a good student.

Lin Tao felt that such a jade was completely tyrannical in the hands of Gu Tongxiang, who was still unknown at an age.

"Old Gu, you have no opinion, right?"

But he asked out of politeness.

The grandson is in the limelight, and he also has a long face as a grandfather

"Gu Lao."

This is a title only for artists, and the old man who was unconsciously upgraded from old Gu to Gu Lao hurriedly ran up, ready to strike while the iron was hot and finalize this matter.

The painter speaks by painting, and his face is painted by himself.

Lin Tao originally didn't know Gu Weijing at all, but now he looks at how this kid sees it and how it is pleasing to the eye.

The Sakai siblings are the children of Professor Sakai Issei, and other painters can only look at them even if they are itching, not abducted.

But this time I came to a place like Yangon, and I was able to receive a student, which was really a surprise.