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Chapter 77 The Foul Painter

In the initial strokes, the lines are very thin. With the waving of the pen tip, the lines are slowly elongated, and the outline of the characters gradually appears on the drawing paper. At first, it is just a simple figure, and then the further shape is drawn, the position of the bones And angle, muscle shape are gradually full up.

Aoba, who used to be extremely unfamiliar with painting, has never even held a paintbrush, but with the addition of the skill [Painting Master], Aoba feels that everything he does now is easier than eating and drinking, and his brain is extremely clear. Inspiration also moves with his pen on the paper without any sense of pause.

Since the concept of boys' muscles is to be shown to Zhenbai, sketches and monotonous postures are of little use.

Aoba's inspiration flows like a spring, and the blank space on the entire sketch paper is getting less and less. The picture is full of muscular images in various poses, some of which are complete human bodies, or wearing uniforms, daily clothes, tight clothing, etc.

Or take off all the clothes directly, showing images of various actions and angles, including adults, children, and elderly people.

Moreover, in the blank space of the corner of the drawing paper, there are also diagrams of disassembled muscles and bones, just like human muscle samples in a medical dissection room.

After Aoba was finally finished, the entire drawing paper had been completely filled, and characters of various images appeared vividly on the paper, and with the special effect skill of the skill [Painting Master], it felt like these paper figures on the drawing paper could be drawn at any time. It’s the same as jumping out, why don’t you try to draw a Two-dimensional wife later?

Aoba rubbed her wrist, it should be all right!
"Zhenbai, let's see if this can help you!" Aoba finished the work and took down the drawing book, and was about to pass it to Zhenbai, but the drawing book was snatched away before he could hold it firmly.

"Uh, Miss Chihiro, Misaki Kamikusa-senpai, what are you doing?" Aoba looked helplessly at the two who snatched away her drawing book.

"Aoba, your painting." Qianxun looked at the painting that Aoba just drew casually. Although she knew that Aoba had a strong theoretical knowledge of painting, she had already learned about it on the night of the dinner party, but she I really didn't expect that Aoba could draw such an effect within a few minutes.

Although it is just a sketch, the characters on paper have different forms, different occupations, different ages, and different emotions.

That's right, the emotions are different, obviously it's just a random sketch, but Chihiro can clearly feel the emotions expressed by each character on the drawing paper.

For example, the bald old man in the lower left corner, with messy clothes, is obviously a little drunk and still trying to walk in a straight line, showing a sense of decadence on paper.And the child on the upper left, excited and lively.There is also a young man doing fitness exercises in the middle of the drawing paper. Although it is just a painting, Chihiro seems to be able to see drops of sweat dripping from the young man's neck, and even the tip of Chihiro's nose seems to be able to smell the sweat. The salty taste of sweat.

"How could this happen?" Chihiro felt that she might be hallucinating. It was clearly just a painting, but why did she feel like she was in it? Her eyes were full of complex expressions.

"Miss Chihiro, I may have an illusion, I seem to smell the alcohol on this person." Misaki Umikusao pointed to the drunk man in the lower left corner, her eyes became confused.

"Maybe it's not an illusion, Misaki. I feel like I smell it too. This painting might be..." Chihiro didn't know how to evaluate this painting. As an art teacher, she guessed the possibility.

Only some truly world-class painters can give them an immersive feeling in their works. Chihiro had always thought that this was just an exaggerated compliment, but she did not expect that today she would be in the audience. Aoba realized from a casual sketch, did he reach that state after getting Aoba?
"Sister, do you really want to lie to your sister like this?" Qianxun thought to himself.

"Junior, your painting" Misaki Kamikusa looked at the painting in her hand in confusion, her mind was in a mess, she no longer knew what to say.

In fact, from that night, after several people discussed her animation, she already knew that this junior has very solid animation knowledge. Said that their theoretical knowledge may be stronger than their writing ability, which is normal, so she didn't care too much.

But with this handy work in his hand today, Misaki Kamigusa finally discovered that compared to the rich theoretical knowledge of the younger generation, his painting ability is really amazing.

She knew that many people said that she was a genius, and Renjun also said that he was a genius. But compared with Junyi, the things she drew were lacking in some very important things besides painting skills.Many people who like their own animations have said that spirituality can be seen in their paintings, but the paintings of Junior...
"It seems to have a soul!" Misaki thought so.

This sketch was just drawn by him in a few minutes. If the junior... no, Asama-kun can finish it seriously, maybe the final finished product will be even more beyond imagination. How did he do it?
Misaki Kamikusa handed the painting in her hand back to Aoba and stopped talking. Even though she had always had an out-of-character personality, the blow she received at this moment made her completely silent.She suddenly thought of what Renjun had told her before, about the pressure he felt every time he was with her, but she had never been able to understand it.

"So, is this the kind of pressure that Ren feels in his heart? But I have always wanted to apologize to Ren Jun." Misaki Kamikusao clenched her fists, her eyes sparkled, and she decided to have a good talk with Ren Jun.

However, compared to the problems between her and Ren-kun, Misaki found that the gap between her and Asama-kun was almost hopeless, with no boundary at all. Fortunately, he was not Ren, otherwise she would be Painful.

"Maybe I'm just a genius, but he's not alone at all." Misaki Umikusa looked at Aoba Asama with eyes that seemed to be looking at a monster.

"Uh!" After seeing the attitudes of the few people, Aoba was a little embarrassed, he guessed that he had overplayed himself again.

But he really didn't want to prove anything, and the original idea was just to help Mashiro get familiar with the muscle lines of the male body.However, the skills rewarded by the system are like the skills of the characters in the game. In terms of ability level, there is almost no freedom. For example, this [Painting Master], as long as the pen is drawn, the attribute effects attached to the skill will naturally take effect Now, unlike attacking skills, the power of the skill can be controlled by the force it sends out.

There was nothing he could do about it.

Moreover, he didn't expect Chihiro and Senior Sister to become like this after seeing his painting. This is the first time after acquiring the skill, let alone thinking about what will be after he draws it. Effect.

Aoba shook her head, and looked at the few people again.

Hehelu looked at Aoba's sketch. Among these few people, she was the only one who didn't know about painting. Although she could see the effect in the painting, she didn't know what it meant.

But Chihiro-san is different from Misaki Umikusa-senpai. After all, one of them is an art teacher, and the other is a talented girl in the art department. They are more aware of the value of this painting.

Aoba sighed, and things became troublesome again. I knew it would be like this, so I showed it to Mashiro alone, but now that it is like this, I can only take one step at a time.

I wish I could pass by.
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