Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 89 A master of traditional Chinese painting in his early twenties?
In the huge indoor basketball court, the students in the auditorium were whispering, and almost everyone disliked Fang Ming.

It's just that no one saw the expressions of the three teachers on the stage.

Dean Li and the three first looked at the paintings of Japanese baseball players from the two countries.

A picture of a phoenix and a picture of mountains and rivers.

A flash of amazement flashed in the eyes of the three teachers almost at the same time.

The phoenix painting is lifelike, and the strokes are just right, and the aura of the king of birds is shown by the players from the country.

The Japanese contestants are not bad either. In landscape painting, it is hard to tell what specific place is being painted, but the ink and wash paint embellishes a piece of landscape, with some idyllic scenery, which is really beautiful.

"How is it? Dean Li? Our student's painting is not bad, right?"

The leaders of the Japanese and Japanese teams laughed happily.

Dean Li nodded, not saying anything against his will, the painting is indeed not bad, it is already very good to have such painting skills at a young age.

As a result, he was even more uncertain.

I don't know how Fang Ming draws.

He raised his head and glanced at Fang Ming, the fat man was not as talkative as he was in Qingfengguan, but rather reserved, he scratched his head and laughed twice.

The two leaders on the side also looked at Fang Ming, and the leader Ridao smiled and said, "This student Fang just said that he just learned ink painting?"

Fang Ming nodded, "Ah yes, I haven't been studying for a long time. This time I went out to sketch with my teacher. I met a Chinese anchor and learned a few things from him."

Anchor?

"What kind of ink painting can an anchor draw? Why don't you learn from the teacher? Couldn't the teacher teach you?"

What this said is a bit interesting.

Dean Li on the side chuckled twice and was about to speak when Fang Ming spoke first, "This anchor is amazing. He is a master in his early twenties. His ink-ink paintings even put our teachers to shame."

"My ink fish is to imitate him."

Breeze view.

Seeing what Fang Ming said, Su Cheng couldn't laugh or cry.

This fat man is also a bad guy, but he probably can't understand the behavior of the people from those two countries.

The audience in the live broadcast room launched a barrage directly following Fang Ming's words.

"Hehe, if Brother Su had something to do, how could you be arrogant?"

"Brother Su, you should go, especially that stick, what the hell is that toad lying on his feet, it's disgusting."

"I agree with this, the disgusting mother opens the door for the disgusting, the disgusting is at home."

The crowd in the live broadcast room was furious, and the sentiment towards Bangguo was very high.

Su Cheng looked at the tumbling barrage and shook his head. In fact, he also regretted it a little. If he knew they were there, he would go there no matter what.

He has been unhappy with sticks for a long time.

It's just that there are indeed a lot of things, and it is estimated that he will be busy in the next two days.

You must be careful about choosing songs, you can't choose randomly, right?

Just as Su Cheng was pondering, another voice came from the live broadcast room.

"A master in his early twenties? Hehe, then we have to take a closer look."

Having said that, the two of them made it clear that they didn't believe it.

They have painted ink and wash all their lives, and they can barely reach the level of masters.

A master in his early twenties?

It must be fake!

Dean Li's expression remained unchanged, he was always smiling, and the three of them looked at Fang Ming's paintings together.

With just one glance, the three of them immediately hummed.

The leaders of the two countries opened their eyes even wider, looked at each other, then looked up at Fang Ming, and asked again, "Student Fang, are you really talented in Chinese painting?"

"Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask my teacher."

"Then why are you so proficient at painting ink fish? How does the trace of your painting skills look like a master?"

Dean Li was also a little surprised, he knew that Kong Wei had greeted him before the game.

It is said that several of his students copied the drawings of the master Su who had never met.

It's just a copy, but there is such a level?
"Hiss! In this way, that Master Su is not a master. His painting skills are far superior to a master... In his early twenties..."

Dean Li's eyes flickered, as if thinking about something.

Seeing Ribang's surprised expression, Fang Ming scratched his head and said with a smile, "Well, I'm actually just imitating that anchor's ink fish. I've been learning for more than a week."

hiss!
As soon as these words came out, the two leaders suddenly gasped and looked at each other.

No, how is it possible? !
Really a master in his early twenties?No, look at the effect, to teach a student who just learned ink painting to this level, this painting skill is obviously better than that of a master!

There were whispers on the judging platform, and the students in the auditorium were also stunned.

"No, what's going on? Why do I feel that those two diapers seem to be shocked? Could it be that Fang Ming really gave us a surprise?"

"I lost, looking at the trend, maybe we won?"

"That's not right, didn't you mean that Fang Ming just learned Chinese painting when he became young?"

The students asked and discussed all kinds of questions, but their expressions gradually became shocked.

Netizens in the live broadcast room could hear and see clearly, so the barrage had already been raging.

"Damn it, Brother Su, that fat man just learned how to draw from you, so he has the demeanor of everyone?"

"How do I feel that Brother Su is like a peerless master in martial arts novels, leaving a little thing behind is a peerless treasure."

The audience was so excited that they thought they were going to lose just now.

There is no way, they know Fang Ming's weight, after all, many people saw Su Cheng's live broadcast before.

Fang Ming said at the time that the four of them chose Chinese painting because they disliked the difficulty of oil painting.

Now you are going to win?
I lost it, this surprise is a bit big.

Su Cheng also heard the conversation of several people, and shook her head helplessly.

Well, maybe I'll be busy later.

Sure enough, the next development was just as he had speculated.

In the live broadcast room, the leader of the Japanese team was comparing three paintings.

The air, deadly still.

Phoenix, landscape, fish.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that these three things are not comparable at all.

The phoenix is ​​a legendary divine bird that has never been seen by anyone in the world.

The beauty between mountains and rivers can be seen, but how many people can easily draw it on a piece of paper?
Fish is the most ordinary thing, everyone can see it, everyone can eat it, but such an ordinary thing has overwhelmed the mountains and rivers and the phoenix.

After a while, the leader of Ribang raised his head and looked at Fang Ming with complicated eyes.

"Your painting skills are still a little immature, but the sketch you copied is too high-level, so you have a bit of a master's momentum in your brushwork."

"The meaning of playing fish is vivid on the paper."

"We seem to feel the happiness of fish."

While talking, the two suddenly became excited, "Student Fang, can you introduce that anchor for us?"

Fang Ming was taken aback, no, it's a competition, how did it come to this?

Without rushing to agree, he pushed the three paintings on the table, and said with a smile: "Please let the three teachers judge first."

As soon as these words came out, Dean Li laughed.

this kid.

He looked at the leader Xiang Ribang, and said cheerfully, "How are you two?"

Now the leader of Ribang is anxious to see who the master Fang Ming mentioned is in his early twenties.

So he said casually: "Of course, Student Fang won. This "Fish Playing Picture" is skillful in brushwork. The shape, posture, and movements of the fish are all in place. Student Fang deserves to win!"

As soon as these words came out, the students in the huge indoor basketball court were stunned, and it took a while before bursts of cheers and screams broke out.

"Fuck, this fat man is good, he really won!"

"Hey, that's how it should be. No one can lose to these two hairy countries!"

At the same time, the barrage in the live broadcast room was also boiling.

Su Cheng felt helpless because his cell phone rang.

Conway called.

After connecting, the first sentence from the other end was, "Hurry up and get ready to connect, let them see what a master in his early twenties looks like!"

(End of this chapter)