The classroom was silent,

Some people may have a certain contempt for this little game of coloring the squares at first.

When I heard this, I immediately paid attention to it.

We are all Dulwich students, and our pen skills are basically hovering above and below a similar baseline.

I saw the male classmate above the projector screen trembling and carefully controlling the pen, and the fingertips holding the pencil were slightly white.

Even if Professor Wattle didn't say anything about it, they were naturally in awe of the difficulty of this method.

The five-minute time was running quickly.

It can be clearly seen on the projection screen, and there is about a third of the white space under the checkered box.

Some of the lines that had been completed did not meet the professor's requirements.

It's not neat, and it's far from the poor aesthetics.

Professor Wattel didn't blame the boy, waved his hand, and drove him down.

"I'm going to give you a proper demo."

The old gentleman took the pencil himself and began to color.

However, a few dozen seconds passed, and the remaining one-third of the blank space was neatly filled.

"Wow! It's amazing. ”

With such an intuitive comparison, the students let out a small exclamation.

Professor Wattle listened darkly. He said as he took out a wad of sketch paper from his briefcase that had been printed on a small grid of the same size and distributed it to everyone in the classroom.

"I've been practicing sketching for thirty years, and it's no surprise that you can't reach this level. During this time, your class assignment for each lesson is to do this kind of normative exercise. There are a total of fifteen small grids on a piece of paper, and the class is handed over after the drawing. ”

Looking at the students with sad faces, Professor Wattel smiled.

This is the world of normal people.

Even though most of the art students in these majors have studied fine arts for more than ten years, the details of the alignment should still be bad.

If any random online painter can have master-level skills, the artwork will not be valuable.

"You can draw slowly, and it will take an hour and a half, or even two hours. You have to do your best to draw well, keep that feeling in mind, and when you go back to finish your portfolio, you have to do it with the mindset you have now. ”

"If you can do the details well, don't dare to say anything else, it's no problem to add 30% to your portfolio."

The students began to write hard.

Gu Weijing took the sketch paper.

He took a sharpened 4B pencil from his pencil case and tried to paint two lines in the small grid.

Alignment is a meticulous job, and every artist who pays attention to line modeling has unique skills in alignment.

Dürer's sketches can even make the pencil lines change even the slightest texture of paper or cloth.

Ingres and Holbein, who are known for their rigor in painting, even if the neatness of pure sketching and line arrangement is not as neat as the former, the details of the brush in oil painting can be accurate to half a millimeter in many cases.

Mr. Wattel's invention of practice is very novel.

In the sketching technique of the first order of the profession, when the pen is used for the first time, the positioning point of the pencil tip is almost beyond the boundary of the square.

He moved his wrist slightly, slightly moving the tip of his thumb to the wooden barrel of the sketch pencil, and drawing the line again.

This time, the lines are done in one go.

The pencil trail starts cleanly from the square end of the sketch paper and stops perfectly at the border.

Gu Weijing nodded.

His wrist was lightly dangling, and the tip of the pen began to move at high speed on the sketch paper, each stroke as precise as an industrial assembly line.

Quick adaptability is the charm of professional-level techniques.

This feeling is not unique to painting.

More obviously, in the world of motorsport, professional racers like Schumacher may not be much faster than a low-level Formula or semi-professional street driver on a new track, but the pros will always be able to adapt to the characteristics of the track with great adaptability.

After trying it a little, Gu Weijing immediately drew the feeling.

The faster the hand speed draws,

Once he is proficient, he doesn't even need to bother to pay attention to the boundaries of the box, as long as he follows his muscle memory, the pencil tip will be able to flow exactly when it should be smooth and pause when it should be paused.

He quickly finished drawing the first square.

Gu Weijing moved his index finger down and turned the pencil, changing from the orthodox up-gripping pen grip to a more elegant and bold stick-gripping pencil method.

Begin to move on to the next small grid.

[Sketch Technique +3 XP!] 】

[Sketch Technique +1 XP!] 】

[Sketch Technique +5 XP!] 】

There are constant reminders on the virtual panel to gain experience points for sketching techniques.

The speed at which he gained experience points was almost as fast as the time for him to activate Menzel's basic skills in painting, and many of them were a little surprised even by Gu Weijing.

It does not mean that Dulwich's art professors' understanding of the art of drawing is comparable to that of a national treasure like Menzel.

It's just that this kind of practice painting method summarized by Mr. Watel with many years of teaching experience can just play a role in checking and filling in the gaps in the details of Gu Weijing's current brushwork.

Just like the line drawing sketch invented by Xu Beihong and other masters of Chinese painting.

There is a specialization in the art industry,

Asking Einstein to teach children an introductory physics lesson may not be as effective as a professionally trained rural teacher.

In the art profession,

The most cruel thing is that the improvement obtained by ordinary people who have trained thousands of times may simply be the ability that they are born with for a true genius.

For Menzel, Dürer, or Holbein.

In their painting careers, they may never feel that there is any need for any special training in using a pen to arrange lines.

Just take a pen and draw directly, more than most people in the world, just like eating and drinking still need to be taught?

Gu Weijing's talent can only be regarded as good among ordinary people.

Without the help of the system, his original sketching techniques were still inferior to those of Tsunamasa Sakai, who was younger than him.

Therefore, even if his overall sketch line level has reached the level of a professional painter.

This kind of practice method specially created for students to exercise the details of the pen still has a very good effect on Gu Weijing.

The more he painted, the happier he became, and the happier he became, and the happier he was about to take off.

On the side, Coco was already about to look stupid.

She bit down on the end of her pen and felt as if she was watching a magic show.

Everyone gets the homework sheet at the same time.

I was just sharpening a pencil, and when I turned my head and glanced at Gu Weijing, I found that a small grid had already been painted.

It's ridiculously fast.

She turned her head and glanced at the wall clock in front of the podium.

How long has it been? A minute and a half, or two minutes?

Isn't it true that in the history of Dulwich College, only four students were able to draw for less than five minutes, and none of them were able to draw for four minutes.

This guy next to me is still not a human being!

Kou Kou bit the end of the pen vigorously, and countless thoughts came to her mind for a while.

She looked at Gu Weijing's pen, which was obviously a very normal sketch pencil and a very normal pen posture. In this boy's hands, everything is different.

It's like that's not a pencil, it's a wand.

With a few swings, a small square is painted in gray.

It hadn't been long since she had been distracted, and the second grid was almost finished.

She sees clearly, each stroke of the other party is staggered, very rhythmic, and the line is accurate as if it is drawn with a ruler, and it is not necessary to be accurate.

"Perhaps, this exercise is not as difficult as Professor Watel said?"

Kou Ko lowered her head unbelieving and began to line up the square with a pencil, trying to draw at the same rhythm as Gu Weijing.

After 30 seconds,

Coco looked at the jagged and uneven abstract sketch lines like a dog gnawing on her squares, and then turned her head to look at Gu Weijing's paper.

Smack......

She broke the jar and broke the lead of the pencil, and her cheeks bulged out like a fathead fish.

"It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair! It's all classmates, and the gap is too big. Coco snorted inwardly.

She looked at Gu Weijing, her eyes full of clear brilliance.

More than twenty minutes later.

Gu Weijing stopped his pen and stretched his fingers, this feeling of gaining experience points through standardized practice gave him a feeling of fighting monsters and upgrading in the game.

After killing fifteen small grids in one go, he even had a sense of unfinished dissatisfaction.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go home and draw some similar grids by himself to increase the amount of practice, a piece of paper was pushed in front of Gu Weijing's eyes.

"Oh, God, do me a favor?" Coco said with her head tilted.

Coco was originally the kind of person who treated things for three minutes, and she never belonged to the good students in the class.

She was intrigued by the wonderful details of the detective cat illustrations shown by Professor Wattell, and after a short practice of two strokes, she was defeated by frustration again.

After trying to salvage the consequences of the accident, Coco had completely lost interest in this boring exercise.

"But...... This kind of exercise should be done by yourself to achieve good results. ”

Gu Weijing hesitated for a moment and reminded.

He's feeling hot right now, and he doesn't mind helping the little girl with her homework or anything.

However, this kind of practice is boring and boring, and it is still very beneficial for students with poor foundation.

"Auntie, am I the kind of person who cares about portfolios? If it weren't for our old man's insistence that girls should have some artistic cells, I wouldn't have studied art. ”

With her hands on her cheeks, she looked at the protest and criticism of the feudal parents: "When the time comes, it is good to find a school abroad that cooperates with the Burmese government, or simply study in Yangon." ”

It also belongs to the girls who are popular in school.

The reason why Kou and Mona don't like each other is simply because of the natural mismatch between pretty girls. It's more that their personalities are very different.

Compared with Mona, who runs a small jewelry store at home and is serious and persistent in everything she does, Coco, who was born in a local noble family, obviously has more temper as an eldest lady.

She has no pressure from life and society, and her daily studies are freewheeling and more willful.

The enthusiasm came and I liked it very much, and after two days, I started to fish for three days and dry the nets for two days.

In her free time, she heard that she had practiced fencing, played chess, enrolled in cooking classes, and sang vocal music...... Anyway, she has a long list of all kinds of bizarre skills on her resume, and most of them have failed.

"Do me a favor, okay?"

Seeing Gu Weijing's hesitation, Kou Ko prayed pitifully: "If I want to finish painting by myself, I don't know if I want to paint until the Year of the Monkey, and there will be rehearsals for the cheerleaders at night." ”

"I'm the captain, if I'm late, hmph, some little sluts will definitely be weird there." Coco's eyebrows were sharp.

Compared to art, Coco actually prefers dance, if it weren't for her father's stubborn belief that "girls entertain people with sex, what is it like." ”

Miss Coco estimated that she was in a dance class that year.

From this point of view, it is not wrong that Kou Kokou has always criticized her father, who was the police inspector of Yangon, for being a feudal old and old-fashioned.

"Okay."

Gu Weijing took Coco's sketch paper and took out a pencil sharpener to sharpen the pencil again.

"Use mine, use mine."

Coco was visibly excited, she stuffed a pencil, and said with a grin: "Thank you, I will rely on you for my classwork in the future, great god." ”

The seats in the public art classroom are relatively empty, and the whispered conversations between them are not heard by outsiders.

The class assignment was contracted out, and Coco was much happier.

She hummed softly to the tune of an unknown English song, dug into her carry-on bag, and pulled out a glass jar.

The glass jar is not huge, only the size of a mineral water bottle.

Inside is a small half-bottle of bear biscuits with a surface texture and color similar to that of a waffle, which looks very cute.

"I won't let you do my homework for me in vain, please eat cookies! No, I did it myself. ”

Coco wiped the graphite powder from the pencil on her hand with a tissue, and used her thumb and forefinger to pinch a cookie from the glass bottle.

"You keep drawing, I'm in a hurry, open your mouth."

Without waiting for Gu Weijing to react, the girl beside him stuffed a biscuit into his mouth like feeding a stray cat on the street.

Gu Weijing's pen paused slightly.

He knew that Kou had always been very bold, and it was easy to be very intimate with both the same sex and the opposite sex.

In terms of the open campus atmosphere of an international high school, this is far from out of the ordinary.

But when the pink kedan fingertips skimmed over the tip of his nose, his muscles stiffened for a moment.

The next second,

Gu Weijing no longer felt embarrassed.

Because there was a choking sensation running down his mouth and straight into his trachea, his whole body seemed to be hit by a boxer's punch.

There was a blank in his mind, and only a spicy spicy smell filled his mouth.

Gu Weijing coughed violently.

"Hey, although I haven't taken a cooking class for a long time, your reaction is too much, is it so unpalatable."

Looking at Gu Weijing's move to find water everywhere, Coco muttered dissatisfiedly.

She tossed a biscuit into her mouth.

After chewing casually twice, the girl's face also changed. With a bitter face, she spit out the biscuits in her mouth in a tissue on the side.

"Sorry, sorry, I should have misplaced the pepper, damn, I got the recipe wrong." Coco apologized and handed over a bottle of mineral water.

Damn it

Gu Weijing felt that he really shouldn't be gullible, and Coco's half-baked cooking skills.

(End of chapter)