full-time artist

Lin Yuan finally came to Qin Yi's painting club.

This is Lin Yuan's first visit to the club after returning to Qin Yi.

As soon as he entered, many people stood up, staring at him with burning eyes, and some people asked:

"The Great God is back, are you in class today?"

Lin Yuan shook his head at Yiyun.

He didn't come to class today.

Everyone was a little disappointed, but they didn't pester Lin Yuan, they just followed him subconsciously...

There is a display wall in the club, which is covered with the works of the members of the painting club.

In the past, when Lin Yuan was still around, his works were often posted, but this has not happened recently.

Lin Yuan came to the display wall and looked at the works on it.

He needs an assistant now, an assistant who can actually help him paint.

This assistant at least has the strength to be able to climb the display wall.

The paintings on the walls are all mentioned with the names of the painters.

There are several names, Lin Yuan is no stranger, because some people are frequent visitors on the display wall, just like Lin Yuan had works hung on the display wall from time to time...

"Luo Wei?"

Lin Yuan locked his eyes on one of the paintings.

Lin Yuan had noticed this Luo Wei several times before.

This person is good at Chinese painting, and the level of Chinese painting is not weaker than that of Lin Yuan, reaching the professional level!

Only this time, what Luo Wei showed was not a traditional Chinese painting, but a colored sketch of a character.

Non-realistic style.

Here's a typical manga character:

A beautiful girl with a crown on her head and a gorgeous long dress dragged on the red carpet with an indifferent and proud expression.

The background appears to be a palace.

The carved beams and paintings, the teacups are exquisite, and even the folds of the girl's skirt are very natural, which makes people attracted at a glance.

"The president's painter is really ingenious!"

A voice of emotion came from the side, Lin Yuan turned his head to look and found that it was Zhong Yu.

"When I heard that the Great God was coming, I rushed over immediately." Zhong Yu explained with a smile.

Lin Yuan nodded, and then asked, "Who is the president?"

"Don't you know... Well, the president seldom comes to the painting club, and she has to take make-up exams every semester... Of course you don't care about such things, Luo Wei is the president of our painting club. "Zhong Yu introduced.

Lin Yuan understood.

At this moment, another voice came from the side, with a hint of laziness and casualness: "Who am I to say behind my back that I keep making up exams? It turned out to be Zhong Yu. I only failed three exams this year."

This is quite proud to say.

However, Zhong Yu's expression changed, he turned to look at the girl who spoke, and said with a wry smile: "President Luo, why are you walking so silently..."

"It was you who looked at my paintings, and they were so engrossed."

The girl who is speaking has long hair casually scattered on her shoulders. She has a natural oval face, a straight nose bridge, big dark eyes, a tall figure and outstanding bulging. Even if it is placed in an art school like Qinyi, it is a relatively top group.

The only regret is that there is probably a black scratch on the right side of her cheek.

People who often draw sketches should know that it is accidentally left on the face after wiping hair and other high-density sketches.

She is Luo Wei, the president of the painting club.

"your face……"

Zhong Yu kindly reminded him.

Luo Wei was taken aback, and immediately asked the girl behind her for a mirror to take a look, and then asked for a wet wipe to wipe it clean.

Thus, a flawless beauty appeared.

She looked at Lin Yuan and said, "Hi, I'm Luo Wei. I've heard of you a long time ago. I kept saying that I want to meet you, but I met you today."

"Lin Yuan."

After Lin Yuan introduced himself, he stared at the other party curiously: "Are you good at drawing manga?"

Luo Wei said to herself: "I basically know all kinds of painting, how about you?"

Lin Yuan said, "Me too."

Luo Wei raised her eyebrows, and when she was about to speak, Lin Yuan suddenly asked, "Can you be my manga assistant?"

puff……

Zhong Yu made a strange sound.

Not only Zhong Yu, but many members of the painting club who followed Lin Yuan and Luo Wei showed expressions of astonishment.

Lin Yuan asked the president to be his assistant?

Does he not know who the president is?

It was Zhong Yu who was afraid of Lin Yuan's embarrassment, so he couldn't help but remind him: "Master Luo, President Luo is a very famous painter, both on the Internet and in today's painting world..."

"Oh."

Lin Yuan nodded.

Just when everyone thought that Lin Yuan was going to give up, Lin Yuan seemed to have made a somewhat difficult decision, and stared at Luo Wei again and asked, "Then how about I give you 1 yuan a month as a salary?"

People support their foreheads.

Luo Wei laughed and said: "I can be a cartoonist myself, besides, I can earn this amount by taking random orders online, why should I be your comic assistant?"

Lin Yuan said regretfully, "Okay."

Luo Wei's painting skills are very high, and she is a manga assistant who meets Lin Yuan's standards, but he can't afford it, so he can only look for another candidate.

"Actually, I have something to ask you too."

Luo Wei looked at Lin Yuan with a smile: "Are you willing to succeed me as the president of the painting club?"

"No."

Lin Yuan shook his head decisively.

He has too many things to do, so he has no time to be the president of the painting club.

The members of the painting club were not too surprised. The president of the painting club is certainly a good position, but it is something ordinary people would yearn for. It is normal for a master like Lin Yuan to be uninterested.

Luo Wei frowned.

Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she said in a bewitching voice, "Didn't you want me to be your manga assistant? Let's take a gamble?"

"What are you gambling?"

Lin Yuan suddenly became interested.

Luo Wei was overjoyed, but on the surface she said calmly: "Oil painting, sketch, gouache, Chinese painting, let's draw lots for the four types, we will compare whatever we get..."

"What about the bet?"

"Three chapters of the agreement, if you lose, you will become the president of the painting club. You are now a junior and you have two years left to graduate, so you have to be the president for two years. If I lose, the same, I will give you As a manga assistant for two years, there is no charge!" Luo Wei said with a smile.

"make a deal!"

Lin Yuan did not hesitate.

Luo Wei's traditional Chinese painting is professional.

Looking at the sketched caricature in front of me, it is estimated that her gouache is not too bad. The strength of the two is relatively average, and Lin Yuan has half the chance of winning.

There is no loss if you lose, at worst, you will become the president of this company.

If he wins, he will earn a manga assistant for nothing!

Luo Wei snapped her fingers: "Okay, Zhong Yu, make a few notes, and we will draw."

"okay!"

Zhong Yu became excited.

The members of the painting club were screaming one by one. Luo Wei, as the president of the painting club, was the undisputed No.1 in the Department of Qin Art and Fine Arts. She occupied the No. one!

And Lin Yuan is a mysterious great god...

Everyone knows that Lin Yuan's sketch and gouache skills are extremely strong.

If it's a comparison of these two, it's really hard to say who will win, Luo Wei or Lin Yuan!

Anyway, everyone is happy to win or lose...

Many people even want to see the president lose, after all, the president is an undefeated myth in Qin Yi's art department!

And Lin Yuan?

He lost and became the president of the painting club. Everyone was also happy, because it meant that Lin Yuan had more time to teach everyone!

No loss anyway!

Some people even analyzed it seriously.

"If the sketch is drawn, I think the odds of winning the master are higher."

"The gouache should be [-]-[-]?"

"If you get the Chinese painting, I guess there is no hope for the master. Although I don't know how good the master's Chinese painting is, the art department knows that the president's Chinese painting level is better than that of the instructors!"

"Oil paintings are probably [-]-[-]?"

"Well, oil painting and gouache are similar in nature. The master's gouache painting is so good, there is no reason why oil painting should be bad. Needless to say, the president, her oil painting has won many awards."

"..."

At the same time as the discussion, there were some people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, so they directly sent a message in the group: "The president is going to have a painting competition with Lin Yuan!"

"what?"

"The president and the great god pk?"

"I am coming!"

"You're not going out with your girlfriend..."

"The meteorite hit the blue star, how can a girlfriend be so wonderful!"

"Here we go!"

"This is the decisive battle!"

"..."

Not long after Zhong Yu had just written the note, there were many more people in the painting club, obviously all of them were art students who came here after hearing the news.

"Who will draw?"

Zhong Yu looked at Lin Yuan and Luo Wei.

Luo Wei shrugged: "Whatever you want."

Lin Yuan said: "You can smoke."

Zhong Yu chuckled: "Then I will draw, I must draw a sketch for the Great God!"

He took out a note.

"What is it?"

Everyone stared at Zhong Yu.

Zhong Yu was still trying to close the door, drank his saliva, and was in no hurry to open it.

Luo Wei asked Lin Yuan: "Do you need a referee?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "There are enough referees."