Chapter 464

Even against Yun Ting, Du Ziyuan had no intention of releasing water. Drawing manga is not an easy task, especially when you have to start from scratch. Without the support of talent, perseverance, and interest, painting will only be a kind of torture for the painter.

Because it was a painting training class run by Shanfeng, so many people came to sign up, and there were even some who came from foreign countries to join a certain force in Aolan Country to sign up.

Du Ziyuan didn't have the patience to pass the assessment one by one, so he simply had an audition first.

"Everyone draws a picture that they are most confident in. The time limit is 3 hours. After the drawing is completed, I will review it uniformly."

The people of Tiangangzong immediately distributed paper and pens to all the candidates, and arranged a huge examination room for the candidates to draw. This audition was decided by Du Ziyuan on the spur of the moment. If it were someone else, he might be in a hurry, but Pei Mingyang, who has been with him for almost a year, would not. He had already expected that Du Ziyuan Xianyu's temper would not be able to have such patience, so there would inevitably be an audition, and the tables, paper and pens were all prepared several days in advance.

Yun Ting also started painting. As a princess, she didn't have any privileges. At least she didn't have to go out to bask in the sun with other people, and started painting directly in front of Du Ziyuan.

Du Ziyuan glanced at it for a while, and found that Yun Ting didn't seem to be painting for the first time, and her brushwork was very methodical. It seemed that Yun Yu had also hired a painter to train her on weekdays. Seeing Yun Yu looking at him, he nodded, indicating that his little princess was okay. This made the emperor greatly relieved, and he was not so nervous in the previous court.

Tired of waiting, Du Ziyuan quietly pulled Pei Mingyang closer, leaned closer to his ear and asked, "Are those clothes I gave you useful?"

"How dare you say that!" Pei Mingyang gritted his teeth angrily, "If I can't beat you, I want to hold you down right now, take off your clothes and let you have a taste of wearing a bellyband!"

"Hey...so deep resentment," Du Ziyuan took half a step back and smirked, "You just accept your fate, you look so good-looking, you were born to be made into women's clothing, anyway, it's all made of fabric, why not wear it? Cuteness is all justice."

Pei Mingyang couldn't say no to him, so he just said to him full of resentment: "You are so wicked, you will be punished sooner or later."

"Retribution? Hehe, it doesn't exist."

...

Three hours later, hundreds of paintings were held in front of Du Ziyuan.

The first thing Du Ziyuan looked at was naturally Yun Ting's. She painted her father, the emperor. As far as a child's level is concerned, it is already very good, so Du Ziyuan let her pass. As for the other people, all of them painted vividly, but it was a pity that they were too crafty. Du Ziyuan knew at a glance that they were the kind of painters who had systematically studied painting and their style had been finalized.

This type of painters can still achieve good results if they are talented, but it's a pity that Du Ziyuan didn't have the heart to identify them one by one, so this type was eliminated directly. At this moment, only two hundred or so of the hundreds of paintings were left.

Among the two hundred or so, a very small number of horrible ones were also PASSed. Those who were able to participate in this registration were all confident in themselves, and it was obvious that they came up with such a bad work to try their luck, and Du Ziyuan didn't bother to talk to him.

In the end, Du Ziyuan looked at the images of the two hundred or so candidates again.

"Don't, don't, don't... this is fine, this is fine... this is not..." Du Ziyuan's hand quickly slid on the Lingguang Jade, and he decided to stay or stay almost at a glance. More than half of them were lost, and there were less than 50 people left.

The elders of Miaozhu Peak looked at it in a daze, they couldn't understand Du Ziyuan's selection criteria just now. It has nothing to do with whether the painting is good or bad, it has nothing to do with the identity background, it has nothing to do with the nationality.

"Teacher Shanfeng." Pei Yue couldn't help but speak.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Du Ziyuan looked at him.

"That... may I ask what is your criteria for this round of deletion? Why can't I understand it?"

Before Du Ziyuan could answer, Pei Mingyang on the side gave him a hand: "Father, haven't you seen this yet?"

"What do you see?" Not only Pei Yue, but everyone else also looked at Pei Mingyang. Sure enough, only the editor knows his author best?

Pei Mingyang looked at Du Ziyuan, and said with some contempt: "He just kept the good-looking ones, and eliminated all the unsatisfactory ones."

"What?!"

No one, including the emperor, would have thought that this cartoon still depends on the face?

"Teacher Shanfeng, is that so?"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Du Ziyuan shrugged: "I'm going to meet them often in the future, can't I pick a few that are pleasing to the eye?"

"Uh...Of course, no problem." [Your own training class, who among us dares to say no? 】

Everyone can only express sympathy for those who were deleted because of their appearance. However, as far as publicity is concerned, a handsome and beautiful painter is obviously more gimmick than a mediocre painter, so they are not too disgusted with Du Ziyuan's choice.

The remaining talents have officially entered the selection stage. Du Ziyuan divided them into 10 groups, with 4 to 5 people in each group.

He said to these boys and girls: "My training class doesn't need too many students, 10 is almost enough, so each of your groups will produce a final candidate, and the rest can go back to their respective homes."

"What!?" The candidates turned pale with shock.

Immediately, someone asked: "Mr. Shanfeng, didn't you say that the number of places for the training class is 30 people? Why are there so many less?"

Du Ziyuan took a look and found that the questioner was Yun Ting's cousin, the grandson of Da Sima. Probably because of his confidence as a relative of the emperor, he was more confident than others, and he was the first to stand up and question Du Ziyuan.

Du Ziyuan didn't play the trick that if you dare to question me, you will leave me. He just looked at him and said, "What? Don't you have the confidence to stand out among the five?"

"That's not true," the boy looked at the other four people in the same group, "I'm sure I'll win."

"Then what does my selection have to do with you?"

Being squeezed by Du Ziyuan, the young man was not speechless, but replied without hesitation: "Of course it does matter, most of the people here are from the Aolan Kingdom, if there are a few more outstanding painters , our country's comic industry will be much ahead of other countries, and things that are beneficial to the country are my pursuit!"

"Hehe, patriotic young man," Du Ziyuan smiled, "What's your name?"

"Jiang Yi!"

"All right, Jiang Yi, you can go out." Du Ziyuan said, pointing at the door.