can i borrow your white paint

There are no restrictions on the exam in early summer. Those who study here and those who don't study here can take part. In fact, it is also a means of recruiting students.

Many art students also have the mentality of fighting for a bicycle to turn into a motorcycle. No matter how well they draw, they will come to play anyway. If they get the best ranking, it’s okay if they don’t.

Ever since, when Fang Hengzhi and Cheng Yi came to Chuxia, they saw a black head.

Cheng Yi looked at these people and closed his eyes with a headache; "Are there so many art students this year?"

"Probably not all of them are art students." Fang Hengzhi was knocked forward and took a few steps forward, and the distance between Cheng Yi and Cheng Yi was shortened, "There are many people who are accompanied by their parents, so it seems that there are many people. "

Cheng Yi sighed: "Let's go, let's fill out the form first."

Students who come to take the test must first fill in a document, so that the teachers here can simply understand the current basic situation.

Fang Heng knew that he didn't plan to take part in the exam originally, but now he was free, so he got a watch to take the exam with him.

"Hmm..." Fang Hengzhi looked at the string of survey questions and touched his chin, "Do you still have to fill in the results of the final exam?"

Cheng Yi had just filled in a "533" in that column, and laughed when he heard the words: "Why, second in the city, are you still afraid that others will know your grades?"

Fang Hengzhi raised his eyebrows: "I'm afraid that if I fill it out, it will be too shocking to other students, and I will feel pressure."

The corner of Cheng Yi's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to fill in "724" for him: "I think too much, there are hundreds of watches, no one has the time to look for your watch."

Fang Hengzhi let out a "tsk", and looked at the "724" in displeasure.

This is 6 points less than his original estimated score.

There are no mistakes in the science subjects, mainly Chinese, it should be that the composition deductions are more this time.

However, it is understandable to deduct a few more points for such a subjective topic of composition.

What makes Fang Heng uncomfortable is that Xu Jixing, who is number one in the city, happens to be six points ahead of him.

He was so angry that he was dragged and persuaded by Cheng Yi for a long time before he couldn't hold back from going to Xu Jixing to be angry.

Cheng Yi didn't understand this kind of contest that belonged to the top students. After all, he was already very happy seeing his score of more than 500 points.

533, it is enough to rely on pure culture to get a better second book, and even a rush may be able to make a copy.

The sorrows and joys of human beings are not connected, Ren Fangheng knew that he was extremely angry, but he was still in a good mood these two days.

The two finished filling out the form chatting and laughing, and found a random classroom to sit down, waiting for the exam to start.

Parents will not be able to accompany their children during the art test. Chu Xia's teacher organized it and brought the parents to the waiting room.

Everyone was together just now and didn't know it. After the separation, Cheng Yi discovered that there are ordinary people here who are parents.

As soon as the parents left, the crowded space instantly became spacious.

"You didn't bring anything, how did you take the exam?" Cheng Yi took out the pencil case from his bag and placed it between the two of them.

"Whore, yours." Fang Hengzhi picked up the pencil case very consciously.

The entrance exam is only for sketching, because Chu Xia knows that most people here have never learned color and sketching. Even if they take the exam, it is meaningless. This time, I just want to see everyone's basic skills.

So if you come in the morning, you can leave in the morning. Of course, if you want to stay for a meal, it's not impossible.

The studio is very generous in this regard, and it is not a problem to send a meal.

In order to ensure the fairness of the exam, the drawing paper is distributed on the spot.

Soon a fat teacher walked in with a drawing paper.

Cheng Yi glanced sideways and quietly sized up the teacher.

The teacher is not too tall, about 1.8 meters, but she is quite white, with thinning hair, but she has a kind face, with crooked eyes, as if she is always smiling.

I have to say that the first impression is very important, at least Cheng Yi has a good feeling for this teacher right away.

"Hello, students. My surname is Lu. I came here today just to distribute a note to everyone. It has no other purpose." Teacher Lu spoke with a local accent.

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows: "This teacher looks very funny."

Fang Hengzhi was lowering his head to seriously sharpen his pen, and raised his head to answer him: "It's quite fun, this is the favorite teacher of the previous students."

Cheng Yi opened his mouth, obviously a little surprised.

He didn't say anything else, and bent down to accompany Fang Hengzhi to continue sharpening the pen.

Don't ask, the question is that the two of them forgot to sharpen their pens while playing online last night.

"I teach color, so it's useless to keep it here, and I'll leave after I distribute the paper to you." Teacher Lu said, while opening the paper with his nimble chubby hands, "Come on everyone! Hope to see you all at the commencement ceremony in a week's time."

Some students were more bold, and upon hearing the words, they jokingly asked, "Teacher, is this considered propaganda?"

Teacher Lu has a good temper, so he was happy when he heard it: "Yes, the task given by the principal is 100 yuan. Will you come? I will treat you to milk tea when I come?"

The students all laughed, and the tense atmosphere dissipated a lot at once.

After all, it is an exam, even if it is not formal, students always have a natural fear of this kind of project, and nervousness is inevitable.

Cheng Yi put the last pointed pen in the pen case, and said in a good mood: "It's not unreasonable to be the most popular teacher."

"Yeah." Fang Hengzhi also has a good impression of this teacher, "So come on, Cheng Yi, hurry up and get the first place in the exam, and you will be able to see this teacher every day."

Cheng Yi pursed his lower lip, and couldn't help laughing: "The principal in Chu Xia also gave you money? You worked so hard to promote it."

"I'm promoting myself." Fang Hengzhi waved a finger back and forth, "Don't you want to go to school with me?"

Anyone who said this was a joke, but Cheng Yi still felt his heart pounding.

He tilted his head: "Yeah."

Judging from the current level of everyone, it would be great if a head can be drawn to a point of resemblance, so the test time is only set for two hours. After all, even if it is given a day, if you can't draw, you can't draw.

After Mr. Lu told everyone to come on, he walked out wobbly,

Art exams don't need proctors very much, especially when everyone is unfamiliar with each other, no one will help others.

After Cheng Yi got the exam questions, he kept observing them. When the bell rang to start the exam, he quickly picked up a pen and made a scribbled shape.

Two hours of sketching people's heads and copying, the time is still a bit rushed.

He is no stranger to human head portraits. After all, he has been making money by soliciting manuscripts online all these years. The first thing he came into contact with at the beginning was human head portraits.

And in order to make more money, he chose realistic impasto, and the content of self-study naturally included the structure of the human face and the relationship between light and shade.

Although these are not enough for the unified examination of fine arts, it can be said that they are similar with minor differences. In addition, I used to work as a handyman in a studio in junior high school, so I still have many advantages in the current examination at this stage.

He drew two strokes casually, and after finding the texture, the following lines became smoother.

Taking the time to look at Fang Hengzhi, he was surprised to find that this person looks good in his paintings.

After thinking about it, he didn't find it strange anymore. After all, this guy had a foundation early in the morning, and he even took special classes in junior high school.

He relaxed and focused entirely on his drawing board.

In fact, most of the people in the examination room couldn't find where to write. Their two exceptions quickly attracted the attention of many people.

It's fine that the two of them are handsome, but they're pretty good at drawing, so they became famous all of a sudden without knowing it.

Although they don't know what they are called.

On the left of Cheng Yi is Fang Hengzhi, and on the right is a strange girl.

The girl had been quietly sizing up these two people, but now seeing Cheng Yi's drawing so smoothly, she was sure that it was a thick thigh.

So the next situation became Cheng Yi draws a stroke, and she draws a stroke.

This is actually not considered plagiarism, because being able to copy is also a skill. Painting is not something that anyone can copy if they want to. If you can copy exactly the same, then you are considered capable.

Cheng Yi felt it and didn't bother to care.

More than an hour passed without knowing it, and he thought that the painting was not going well, and he planned to finish it with a highlight.

When he reached into the pencil case beside him, he failed to touch his own eraser, but instead touched a patch of warm skin.

He froze for a moment, then looked down.

Fang Heng knew that his originally white and slender hands had become black and dirty, full of pencils and leads, and he was groping for something in the pencil case at the moment.

Fang Hengzhi also felt the touch, so he turned his head slowly, his expression froze uncomfortably, and then whispered: "I'll take the eraser."

Cheng Yi came back to his senses: "Soft rubber?"

Fang Hengzhi said, "Sakura."

Cheng Yixin said, isn't it a coincidence?

But he withdrew his hand and said, "Then take it."

Fang Hengzhi's fingers paused, and he touched the cherry blossom eraser accurately without saying a word.

There are still about 10 minutes left, which is quite enough for Cheng Yi who can finish with just one highlight.

He leaned back in his chair and watched the man continue to paint,

Fang Hengzhi was wiping his eyeballs, and felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so he asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

"You look handsome." Cheng Yi was scrutinizing his words, and he said something perfunctory naturally.

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but soon found that he had nothing to say, so he closed his mouth again and continued to paint honestly.

People who know how to draw can always learn a little knowledge from other people's paintings, no matter whether that person is better than themselves or not.

Cheng Yi looked at it, and filled in two more strokes on his picture.

Fang Hengzhi saw it clearly, and said with a smile, "Stealing a teacher?"

Cheng Yi also smiled: "No?"

Fang Hengzhi thought about it pretendingly, then nodded: "Forget it, I'm generous."

"Virtue." Cheng Yi cursed with a smile. In return, he kindly tapped the upper eyelids of the characters in his picture: "Pay attention to interspersed."

Fang Hengzhi stopped writing, and moved closer to him to look at his paintings.

The distance suddenly shortened, and Cheng Yi suddenly felt that the space became crowded.

I don't know what body wash this person used last night, it smells so good on his body,

He touched his nose, straightened his back, and tried to keep a distance from this person.

Fang Hengzhi only looked at it for a short while, then withdrew his body, and seriously changed his painting.

Cheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the cherry blossom eraser that the other party had just put in the pencil case.

The eraser is still warm, still retaining the residual warmth from the palm of the previous user.

He touched it twice, and waited until the residual heat was completely covered by the temperature of his own palm, and then began to polish the highlight in a leisurely manner.

He didn't notice that the girl on the right had completely stopped drawing.

Her expression was even a little numb.

Nima, she felt that her love might be strangled in the cradle before it happened.

The bell at the end of the exam rang suddenly, and many candidates panicked, and the movements of their hands became flustered in an instant.

Only Cheng Yi and Fang Hengzhi were chatting unhurriedly while wiping the edge of the drawing paper where they were accidentally stained with pencil dust.

The teacher collecting the papers was replaced by a tall, thin, long-haired young man wearing a mask.

Judging from the only pair of eyes exposed, this should be a good-looking man.

He didn't say much, and started to collect the paper from the first examinee without saying a word.

Only when he received Cheng Yi, he raised his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him.

Cheng Yi looked at him, not knowing why.

After a while, the man spoke, his voice was clear and gentle, but a bit cold: "The painting is not bad."

Cheng Yi was taken aback, and nodded quickly before he left: "Thank you."

No humility or pride, just a simple answer.

The man glanced at him again, then withdrew his gaze and continued to accept another person's paper.

When he saw Fang Hengzhi's painting, he also said "very good" to save face.

It's just that this time, there was no pause or stop, and after taking a look at Fang Hengzhi, he continued walking.

Cheng Yi was a little puzzled, and poked Fang Hengzhi: "Is this also a teacher?"

Fang Hengzhi narrowed his eyes to look at the man who finished finishing the papers and went out, then tapped the leg of the chair beside him thoughtfully.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Maybe... this is the big guy hired in early summer this year."

"Da Niu?" Cheng Yi was puzzled.

"Yeah." Fang Hengzhi explained to him, "Every year in early summer, a big man in the painting industry will be hired to help teach the best class in the studio. This class will be selected through an exam in September, probably About 35 people."

"Then this teacher is here now?" Cheng Yi asked.

"Maybe I'm bored to take a look at it?" Fang Hengzhi was not sure, shrugged, "Who knows."

Originally, he asked because he was curious, and it wasn't that important. Cheng Yi nodded and didn't continue to ask.

Although he always felt that he seemed to have seen that man somewhere.

Although only a pair of eyes were exposed, he still felt familiar.

Maybe online?

And over there, the young long-haired man walked to the office on the top floor with a pile of paintings.

The principal of Chuxia, surnamed Yan, is a 28-year-old young man. When he saw the man coming in, he quickly got up and greeted him warmly: "Mr. Qiao, how are the students this year?"

The man took off his mask, revealing a beautiful, delicate and perfect face.

Messy bangs covered half of his eyes, making the originally sentimental peach blossom eyes cool down all of a sudden.

He nodded: "It's okay, there are a few interesting students."

Yan Xiao laughed immediately, and stroked his prematurely gray hair: "This year's enrollment rate should be better than last year."

The man called "Teacher Qiao" didn't answer. He walked up to the sofa and sat down with his long legs. He casually flipped through the thick stack of paintings in front of him with his fingers.

He turned over very slowly, but every time he turned over, Xiao Yan felt his heart tremble heavily.

Nothing else, after all, the 24-year-old man in front of him is already becoming a god in the painting circle.

The man’s name is Qiao Tingsheng. He took the school examination certificates from all the art academies six years ago, and finally chose Central Academy of Fine Arts. In his sophomore year, the school paid tuition and living expenses and sent him to the Paris Academy of Fine Arts for further study. When I graduated, I held my own art exhibition there for the first time, and became famous for a while. I only returned to China last year and became a doctorate in CAFA.

The most terrible thing is that Qiao Tingsheng is not a hard-working person, on the contrary, this person spends very little time on painting, most of the time he spends doing other weird things things.

Even so, he achieved great success.

In short, this is a talented player, a real genius.

But after all, it has only been a year since he returned to China, and his reputation in China is not as high as in France, and most of the photos on the Internet have been deleted by him on his own application. It is normal that many students did not recognize him at the first time.

His name is currently more recognizable than his face.

Yan Xiao graduated from Gome, but he had studied in Central America before.

He belongs to the hardworking type. Even if he went to the United States and made some achievements, he is still very inconspicuous in the painting world, so he knows that he is not capable enough. If he wants to improve the rate of admission and fame in early summer, he can only recruit better teachers. teaching.

Originally, I just went to Yangmei with the cheek to go around to see if I could hire a teacher who was relatively free, or if I could kidnap a teacher from a large art institution over there, but I didn’t expect to be lucky, and I met the plan. The god who went back to his hometown to rest for half a year to create.

It's a coincidence that Qiao Tingsheng's home is in Jiangsu, not too far from here, the high-speed train can take you there in an hour, and if you are idle around, you are also idle, so he simply accepted this errand.

In fact, I didn't want to at first, but Chu Xia gave too much.

Artists also have to eat. Mr. Qiao considered himself a mortal, and when he heard that he could get a seven-figure salary in just over three months, he immediately agreed.

Although he is already very rich, who would think he has too much money?

He flipped through the paintings in his hand, he shook his head, and finally only pulled out seven paintings.

Xiao Yan watched nervously as he placed the paintings back and forth, and finally arranged them in three layers.

Two sheets on the first floor, two sheets on the second floor, and three sheets on the third floor.

He clicked one by one with his finger, and when he clicked on the one on the right of the first floor, he stayed there for a long time.

Suddenly, his eyes slightly bent, and he pushed the painting with his fingertips until it reached the top.

Now, the third floor became the fourth floor, and there was only one painting left on the first, second, and second floors.

Yan Xiao moved over curiously, wanting to see which painting made this god think so highly.

But when he saw that one, he was slightly disappointed.

To be honest, this painting is indeed relatively good in this pile, and it is not wrong to barely take the first place, but it is not as amazing as he imagined, but the foundation is better, and it is generally excellent.

If you really want to talk about the painting, Yan Xiao feels that there are many paintings of the same level as this one in the remaining pile of paintings.

In comparison, he prefers the paintings of the student named "Fang Hengzhi" on the penultimate floor.

The disappointed expression on his face was too obvious, Qiao Tingsheng lowered his eyelids, and said softly: "Do you like the third-grade paintings?"

Yan Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

Qiao Tingsheng smiled: "Can't you see the difference between the first picture and the ones below?"

Yan Xiao: "..." Don't say it, I really can't tell.

Looking at the smile of the handsome man in front of him, he felt that he was being ridiculed, but there was no proof.

Qiao Tingsheng withdrew his gaze, knocked on the table casually, and casually tapped his legs: "I like his lines."

Xiao Yan frowned, and looked at the first picture again.

Only then did he discover that the student's painting actually had a painting method.

But it should be that I haven't learned it before, the way is relatively wild, and I can't see the specific painting method.

He rubbed his chin, and asked tentatively, "Hmm... this is spiritual, can a child be taught?"

Qiao Tingsheng: "..."

He glanced at Xiao Yan indifferently, and said nonchalantly: "This is called excellent talent, and you can let it play."

This time, Yan Xiao didn't even care about the sullenness of being ridiculed, and was just dumbfounded.

He knew how picky and vicious the man in front of him was. It was the first time even he had seen such a high evaluation.

Qiao Tingsheng didn't look at him again, but narrowed his eyes, continuing to look at the painting with great interest.

A painter with his own painting method is not necessarily talented, because the painting method can be practiced later, and he can find the one with the best hand feeling; but a talented painter must have his own painting method, because this kind of Man finds his way from the very beginning.

He thought to himself, hope this student named "Cheng Yi", this painting is not a coincidence.

Yes, painting can also be a coincidence.

Many people may have an extremely outstanding painting, but unfortunately he did not grasp the inspiration in this creation, so his talent just passed him by, and he was never found again.

There are not many such people, so in fact, the gap between geniuses and ordinary people is not far away, and sometimes it is just a thought.

With that in mind, he closed his eyes in a good mood.

Yan Xiao's heart trembled: "Are you going to take a lunch break?"

"No." Qiao Tingsheng shook his head, "I'll just shut down for 3 minutes and think about what I'm going to do later."

Xiao Yan sat back silently.

He didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he picked up the watch out of nowhere, wanting to see if the person said to shut it down for 3 minutes was really shutting it down for 3 minutes.

As a result, just after the last second of the 3 minutes, the god in front of him opened his eyes.

Xiao Yan: "..."

Do you have a clock in your head?

But he could only complain in his heart, and his face was still very respectful: "Where is Teacher Qiao planning to go?"

"Yeah." Qiao Tingsheng yawned and lazily stood up, "I'm going to the zoo, Xiao Yan, you can do what you want."

"?" Xiao Yan looked at his leaving figure, a little messy.

Obviously, in just one week of getting along with him, he hadn't figured out the artist's brain circuit at all.

After Qiao Tingsheng left the office, he bought a ticket to the zoo in the afternoon.

Go sketch and draw a fox.

Just treat it as a welcome gift for that child at the beginning of school.

Intuition told him that he should like the beautiful red fox very much.

The zoo here...should have foxes, right?

The author has something to say:

Qiao Tingsheng was thoughtful: He should like foxes.

Fang Hengzhi has no face or skin: I understand, Aiwujiwu!

Cheng Yi: ...