Chapter 84

Chapter 84

After dialing the phone, Lin Yuan asked, "Do you have time now?"

Zhong Yu held his mobile phone between his ears and shoulders: "I'm eating in the cafeteria, God, please tell me if you have anything to do."

Lin Yuan said: "After dinner, please bring all the gouache tools and come to classroom 52 of the East Building."

"What are you going to do?"

"Publish the blackboard newspaper."

Zhong Yu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said, "I'll be there right away."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yu stopped eating, stood up directly and said, "All of you go with me."

"ah?"

Many classmates beside Zhong Yu asked, "What happened?"

Zhong Yu said: "The Great God seems to be publishing a blackboard newspaper."

Everyone was stunned for a while: "The master is from the sophomore group, right? The sophomore group's blackboard newspaper will be selected in the afternoon. Isn't the time too rushed?"

Zhong Yu said angrily, "What are you eating?"

Everyone suddenly burst into laughter: "That's right, we have so many painting dogs gathered together, how can we still be stumped by a blackboard newspaper? Is the master planning to publish a gouache blackboard newspaper?"

"Well, dude."

Zhong Yu left, and sent a message in a group: "The class of the great god needs to publish a blackboard newspaper. Those who are good at gouache should come to the classroom of the composition department, classroom 52 in the East Building."

Crash.

The response from the group was enthusiastic.

"Wait, it's here!"

"The Great God needs it, how dare you not come."

"The great master published a blackboard newspaper, do you still need our group of rookies?"

"Aren't you stupid? The master is good at sketching, but not gouache. The two are not in the same way."

Gouache is gouache.

A sketch is a sketch.

How good the gouache is and how good the sketch is are two different things, there is no necessary connection between the two.

"That's right, I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would be needed by the Great God."

"It's time for the Great God to see my gouache technique. I want to use the power of gouache to regain the dignity I lost in front of the Great God when I was sketching!"

"Calm down, the blackboard newspaper doesn't need so many people."

"Okay, let's go for a few less, and go for the one with the best gouache."

"There are still a few hours before the blackboard newspaper selection, seven or eight people are more than enough."

"..."

The group is undoubtedly very lively.

Because the name of this group is the letter "L".

The remaining group of people in the cafeteria stopped eating, and set off with Zhong Yu one by one. They were also Lin Yuan's sketch students.

"Who did you find?"

In the classroom of the Composition Department, Cao Bin watched Lin Yuan finish his phone call in astonishment.

Lin Yuan said, "A friend from the painting department."

"How old is it?"

"Junior."

Cao Bin opened his mouth wide, and was suddenly overjoyed: "Yes, if anyone can finish the blackboard newspaper in such a short period of time, it can only be someone from the Department of Painting, and he is also an experienced junior senior! Do you remember to call more? Come and play together alone, we still have hope!"

Lin Yuan said: "I called one."

Cao Bin was in a hurry: "One is not enough, we must come with a few more people, or the time will not catch up, can you make another phone call and ask your friends to ask the seniors of the painting department, after all, it is such a big blackboard , and you may not know the seriousness of this matter. Yan Mengjia took a leave of absence for a period of time last semester due to physical reasons, so her credits are not enough. Now she is the organizer of this blackboard newspaper. She can get good grades in the blackboard newspaper. Those who get credit rewards, you know the rules of our school, if you don’t have enough credits, you won’t be allowed to graduate at all, this time the problem reported on the blackboard was very painful for her, but she didn’t blame the students on duty..."

Cao Bin became more anxious as he spoke.

He is indeed a good monitor.

But as he was talking, Cao Bin's voice suddenly stopped, and he stared blankly out of the window.

A black crowd suddenly appeared in the corridor, and they rushed into the door of the classroom. Because the number was too exaggerated, the door of the classroom was almost overcrowded in the end.

"You call this a person?"

Cao Bin glanced at Lin Yuan blankly.

Lin Yuan was also surprised that Zhong Yu was the leader, but the group behind Zhong Yu seemed to be students from his painting club.

Zhong Yu smiled and said, "Great God."

Lin Yuan nodded, not talking nonsense: "I'm running out of time, please help me tidy up the paint."

Zhong Yu was thinking about the composition of the blackboard newspaper at this time, so he couldn't hear Lin Yuan's words clearly, and said quickly: "The time is a bit rushed, come and prepare the paint, and remember to fetch some water, and hurry up... ..."

During the conversation.

Zhong Yu took out his mobile phone and checked the composition on the Internet. The blackboard newspaper is actually an art of copying, as long as he finds a good picture and draws it.

A few minutes later.

Zhong Yu found a relatively satisfactory picture, but when he turned around, he found that everyone was staring at the blackboard blankly, as if they were stupid.

"What's wrong?"

Zhong Yu also looked at the blackboard, and then he saw a very shocking picture:

I saw Lin Yuan standing on a neatly arranged chair, holding a large brush, laying down a layer of base color at an extremely fast speed, even the process of chalk sketching the structure was directly omitted, and then using a large brush With the brush, quickly outline a blue and gray mountain range with a strong charm!

Two students are responsible for holding the paint box.

Lin Yuan changed to a thick brush, without thinking at all, dipped in a few more colors of paint, and accurately adjusted the color. Just after the layer-by-layer gradient was started, the three-dimensional effect of the mountains was vividly displayed!

three minutes……

seven minutes...

fifteen minutes……

thirty two minutes...

Time flowed quietly, no one spoke, everyone stared blankly at Lin Yuan's blackboard, and the group of people who were best at painting gouache in the art department could only be reduced to the role of holding the paint box for Lin Yuan at this moment, but no one People are dissatisfied, their eyes seem to have light!

"Shua, Shua, Shua."

Lin Yuan paints the most ruthless paintings at the fastest speed. He seems to be able to recite which pigments can be used to create which colors. He doesn't seem to care about the structure of the bottom layer. Every stroke is as precise as if the bottom layer has already been laid there. Sketch architecture.

"bump."

Someone changed the palette of paints, and the student holding the paint box also changed two. After all, it would be very sore to hold the paint box high.

Lin Yuan concentrated his attention.

After setting the general tone, the number of brushes used later becomes smaller and smaller. There are bamboo rafts on the sea, and on the bamboo rafts are little people with straw hats. Under the strong contrast of light and dark, this painting seems to be dynamic:

Aoyama black color!

Waterfall flying!

The water is rushing!

Jinsong stands upright!

The sky is high and the clouds are deep!

Lin Yuan's state was unprecedentedly exaggerated. He had three pens in his arms, one pen in his mouth, and one pen in each of his left and right hands. He threw one away after he used it up. Apart from mixing paint, his eyes were almost invisible. off the blackboard.

There are unknown buildings on the shore.

In the water are unknown fish.

There are crabs walking sideways on the beach.

The horizon is a white sail blown by the wind.

When the small paintbrush finished the final outline, Lin Yuan felt that his neck was sore, his wrists were sore, and he was in a state of extreme exhaustion.

And the blackboard.

The mountains and the sea are already connected, the pine trees are hidden in the misty halfway up the mountain, the colorful colors of the sunset are scattered all over the place, and the indulgence and heroism of the seagulls and the autumn water are the same.

The pen fell into a storm!

At this moment, the student who was responsible for lifting the paint for Lin Yuan, the student who was responsible for handing Lin Yuan the pen, the student who was responsible for fetching water for Lin Yuan, and the student who was responsible for washing Lin Yuan's palette, felt entangled in two feelings.

Honor, and inferiority complex.