Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 223: Very sexy!

Early in the morning, the security guard Uncle Liu started shouting in the yard to wake everyone up.

Today is the first day of formal classes in the studio.

Bai Yang got up early, finished washing up, and made an appointment with others to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Soon, the cafeteria was almost full.

This was the first time that Bai Yang saw all the students.

Just as Teacher Meng Jia said before, there are more than 30 students in total, and the number of girls is obviously larger. It is estimated that the girls' dormitory on the first floor is full, while the boys' dormitory on the second floor, including Bai Yang's dormitory, has no new students moving in.

There are not many people who stand out in the first impression. In the public's impression, art students seem to be all handsome men and beautiful women, with a strong artistic atmosphere, etc., but that is purely a stereotype.

In fact, there are more ordinary people. Bai Yang took a quick look and found that there were only a few people who could be called beauties. The most eye-catching ones were obviously Chun Yuwan and Duan Yiqing.

One is classical and cool, the other is free-spirited and individual.

As for the man, Bai Yang has unceremoniously named himself the studio hunk.

After breakfast, everyone gathered in the sketching classroom, and Bai Yang finally saw Teacher Zeng again after a long absence.

She still looked sloppy with her long hair draped over her shoulders.

I originally thought that as the founder of the studio, facing so many new students at the beginning of the school year, he should have given a long speech, talking about concepts, discipline, and the future, but he just briefly introduced himself, then set up the drawing board, motioned for everyone to gather around, and started painting a sample picture.

I have to say, this is very consistent with the personality of an artist, without so many formal words.

The sample paintings were as awesome as ever, and the explanation of the basic techniques was easy to understand. In less than an hour, Teacher Zeng finished his teaching, and then he began to arrange everyone to gather around three still life tables to draw the first still life sketch.

Teacher Meng Jia began to patrol the studio, getting to know the sketching students. Teacher Zeng, on the other hand, walked straight over here and greeted Bai Yang and the others who were sitting together cheerfully: "Are you used to the imperial capital these past two days?"

"It's fine." Bai Yang nodded: "But the air feels a little dry."

"The weather in the north is like this. Remember to drink more water." Teacher Zeng patted Bai Yang on the shoulder and said, "Study hard. I have seen your and Chun Yuwan's foundation. You will have no problem getting into CAFA."

"If you have any questions, feel free to come to me. If I'm not here, go to Mr. Meng Jia. He is a serious and responsible person and will definitely be able to solve it for you."

After chatting with a few people for a few minutes, he hurried out of the studio.

"It seems like Teacher Zeng is very busy." Zeng Jianeng said in a low voice.

"I guess he has other work besides the studio." Bai Yang said with a smile.

Chun Yuwan mentioned before that although Teacher Zeng was very capable, he failed in his business and his financial situation was also very difficult.

“You can’t expect someone of his caliber to stay in the studio every day to teach us the basic techniques for the exam, right?” He added: “It’s worth it if he can give us some pointers and correct us on the right track once in a while.”

"That's right." Zeng Jianeng is very self-aware: "With my level, it doesn't seem to matter whether the teacher is a painter or a substitute student."

"That's good to know." Bai Yang tapped his head with a pencil: "Okay, draw well."

The still life is so simple that in just one hour, Bai Yang's practice work can be regarded as a complete examination work.

He raised his head and looked around.

There was a constant rustling sound. Although it was a classroom with more than 30 people, everyone was very quiet except for the occasional low voices.

Those who can come to the capital for training, regardless of how good they are at drawing, at least are serious about the path of art.

Of course, everyone has a different style of painting.

For example, Duan Yiqing, who was not far away, was wearing a headset on her head. She was shaking her head while drawing, but her hands were steady, drawing lines on the paper quickly. Bai Yang glanced at the picture from a distance. She was not slow and her basic skills were very solid.

At least in terms of sketching, he is at the same level as Chun Yuwan.

As expected of someone who graduated from an art high school, he has a solid foundation.

The style of Zhuang Wensheng next to him is a bit bold and open. He directly uses charcoal sticks to apply large patches of tones on paper, and then rubs them with a tissue. It looks very intimidating, and the light and shadow effects of the picture are also very strong.

But Bai Yang could tell at a glance that his basic skills were not solid.

No matter how gorgeous your techniques are, if your foundation is not good, you will just be a person with high expectations but poor skills. You may be able to fool ordinary students, but the examiner will definitely see through your true nature at a glance. No wonder you have to repeat your studies for so many years to get into Beijing Film Academy.

But why did this guy end up sitting next to Duan Yiqing? Did he change his target so quickly?

Bai Yang shook his head and stopped paying attention to that place. There was still more than an hour left, and he did not sit idle just because he had finished the painting. Instead, he began to do his best to deeply shape the texture of the still life.

There is no bell for the end of get out of class in the studio. Just like in school, the management in this regard is relatively loose. No one cares if students leave during class. It is purely up to their own initiative. When it approaches twelve o'clock, there are not many people still painting. Everyone wanders around to look at other people's paintings.

Bai Yang also stopped writing and walked happily to Zhuang Wensheng's side.

There were several other students watching as well. After all, they were all newbies, and the technique of using charcoal sticks to create strong light and shadow was still very new to them.

Obviously, Zhuang Wensheng enjoyed being watched. While painting, he kept saying to himself, "The line drawing techniques you used are just the most basic techniques. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that you are a novice. What are techniques? Look at the effect of my painting!"

"There should be no traces of lines. The strong contrast between the light and dark parts can present a sense of light and make the picture stand out." "Still life sketches are too simple. I haven't drawn them for a long time. The real sketching exams are all about portraits. Then you will know the advantages of using charcoal sticks."

"You know, when the examination papers are being graded, there are basically hundreds of them laid out on the floor at the same time. How can you get the examiner to notice your drawing at a glance? This is a science!"

Coupled with his long hair that is similar to Teacher Zeng's and the pair of painted jeans that he seems to never change, these misleading words suddenly become convincing.

After all, they were all classmates, and Bai Yang didn't want to see everyone being led astray by him from the beginning, so Bai Yang applauded:
"Brother Zhuang is right!"

"As expected of a senior who has repeated four years."

Zhuang Wensheng: “?”

I'm clearly praising myself, but why does it sound like I'm not saying anything nice?

He turned around and saw that it was Bai Yang. He instinctively felt guilty, but when he thought that he was showing his best side, he straightened his chest and said, "I have been repeating for three years. This is my fourth year. With my level, it would be easy for me to get into an ordinary art school or study art at a double first-class university. It's just that my aspirations are higher."

"Brother Bai, have you finished your painting yet? Do you want me to tell you about it?"

Bai Yang showed a hint of embarrassment: "Will this be too much trouble for Brother Zhuang?"

"Hey, that's nothing." Zhuang Wensheng waved his hand: "Anyway, drawing this kind of still life sketch is meaningless to my level. As a senior, it's just a small matter for me to give you some pointers."

"Bring your painting here."

Bai Yang nodded: "Then I won't be polite."

Then he moved his own easel and placed it next to Zhuang Wensheng's easel, with the two paintings side by side.

"Sorry for the trouble, Brother Zhuang."

Bai Yang looked expectant.

Zhuang Wensheng glanced at Bai Yang's painting and paused.

The originally smug look suddenly turned ugly.

Originally, Zhuang Wensheng's painting looked quite decent when placed alone, but when placed together with Bai Yang's painting, the difference was immediately apparent.

And the gap was so huge that even the ordinary students standing behind could see it at a glance.

Bai Yang's paintings are not only equally strong in terms of light and shadow, but also have complete and harmonious tones and solid structures. Most importantly, compared to the still lifes created by Zhuang Wensheng, which only have light and dark shadows and look like plaster, the apples painted by Bai Yang are apples, the jars are jars, and even the furry softness of the lining cloth is lifelike.

It's completely the picture gap between 360P and 4K.

What kind of guidance is this? It's a dimensionality reduction attack!

Zhuang Wensheng couldn't help but clench his teeth - this guy is handsome and has a good family background, but how come his painting skills are so high?

Are you sick? Why are you here with your level?

He looked at Bai Yang's expectant expression, feeling annoyed, and reluctantly said, "Brother Bai, your painting is very good. I don't have much to comment on."

"Brother Zhuang has repeated a grade for four years after all, so he has much more experience in taking exams than I do. How many points do you think my painting will get in the exam?" Bai Yang asked.

"It's three years, and today is only the fourth year." Zhuang Wensheng emphasized again, and then said: "The art academy's entrance examination does not test sketching and still life, so your painting will not be accepted in the examination room."

Then he threw away the charcoal stick in his hand and said with a dull look, "It's almost time. I'm going to the cafeteria."

"No, there's nothing good to eat in the cafeteria." Bai Yang said, "Brother Zhuang, I'll treat you to a meal outside!"

"Huh?" Zhuang Wensheng was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

Bai Yang smiled and said, "Didn't Brother Zhuang always say he didn't have time? There's an ATM not far away, I can go with Brother Zhuang to withdraw money."

Zhuang Wensheng understood immediately.

This is debt collection again.

He shrank his neck and stammered, "Don't be so polite. I'll get it myself next time."

Then turned around and left.

Duan Yiqing beside him took off her headphones and glanced over: "Bai Yang, are you familiar with this guy?"

"Roommate." Bai Yang smiled: "What's wrong?"

Duan Yiqing said succinctly: "This guy is an idiot."

Okay, okay, you are a rock girl as expected, you speak directly.

"I've never met someone who feels so good about himself and talks so much." She frowned. "Even with headphones on, I can't block out his voice. He's so loud!"

Bai Yang gave a thumbs up:
“It’s the right thing to do this time.”

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