Chapter 717 How to Lose when Flying Dragon Hits the Face?

After Luo Shuning finished painting, he casually threw the brush in his hand into the paint tray.

"Great, amazing! Long time no see, Shuning, your level has improved again!"

Guang Tongfu praised Luo Shuning's "Chrysanthemum and Rock Picture" and liked it more and more.

He thought to himself that he would get this painting no matter what.

"I admire you, I admire you, Professor Luo's painting skills should be second to none in our Shimei!"

Wang Lianjun looked at the lifelike chrysanthemums and strange rocks in Luo Shuning's painting and couldn't help but admire it.

Although Wang Lianjun's level is not very good, he still has the ability to appreciate. The level of Luo Shuning's painting is definitely up to the level of a master!

"Professor Luo is so amazing! There may be people in the world who can draw better than Professor Luo, but there is definitely no one who can draw faster than him. Those who can draw faster than him definitely can't draw as well as him!"

"If I can be 1% of Professor Luo, no, even 1/1000 of his level, I will be satisfied!"

"Too awesome, too awesome, he deserves to be called the almighty Black Dragon Mountain King by netizens! This picture of chrysanthemum is simply amazing!"

"I wonder when Professor Luo will come to the college to give lectures, I must sign up for his class!"

"Same, same! Professor Luo is so young, but he can reach this level, he must have many unique insights."

The graduate students on the side, while praising Luo Shuning's painting skills, began to think about signing up for his class.

Next to him, the visiting graduate students in the Xiaorizi visiting group also noticed that Luo Shuning had finished painting.

At the beginning, everyone thought he had given up competing with Miyamoto and had completely given up painting.

After all, Miyamoto's fame in the daily life is well-known. He is the most outstanding young painter of the contemporary era and has been summoned by the emperor more than once to paint for the royal princes and nobles.

Luo Shuning is just a young, unknown and unknown painter at Shishi Academy of Fine Arts. The difference in fame between the two makes everyone feel that they are not opponents of the same level at all.

However, when a student went up to see Luo Shuning's paintings with curiosity, he was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly called other students to come and see.

A group of postgraduate students in the daily life whispered to each other about Luo Shuning's paintings, and their eyes turned to Luo Shuning with some admiration.

Although the language of the group of people is different, the language of the paintings is the same, and art has no borders.

We are all artists, and we can still tell whether a painting is good or bad.

After everyone returned to Miyamoto, they looked at his painting "Chrysanthemum Bushes and Flying Butterflies" and found it a little less interesting.

Whether it was the chrysanthemum bushes or the butterflies, they only had the shape but no meaning, and looked lifeless.

In Luo Shuning's painting "Chrysanthemum and Rocks", whether it was the chrysanthemums in the painting or the jagged rocks, they all looked alive.

If there was no comparison, Miyamoto's painting would definitely be a rare masterpiece.

But when compared with Luo Shuning's painting, it immediately pales in comparison, and the comparison in the details is completely incomparable.

Luo Shuning painted the thorns on the chrysanthemum stems vividly as if they were real.

It seemed that as long as you touch the painting, your fingers would be pricked by the thorns.

So, even though Miyamoto's painting was not finished, the winner was already obvious.

Although Miyamoto was a little crazy, his talent in painting should not be underestimated.

The noisy environment around him had no effect on him at all.

He was already immersed in his own world, immersed in his own paintings and couldn't extricate himself.

His ears could not hear other people's discussions at all.

After more than half an hour, Miyamoto finally painted the last stroke of his work, and then threw the brush into the palette very casually, ready to accept everyone's admiration and praise.

However, he had opened his hands to hug and cheer, but everyone looked at me, I looked at you, with a look of confusion on their faces.

"What's going on? Where are your cheers, where are your applause?" Miyamoto shouted in his heart, looking at his teammates with puzzled eyes.

"Ahem, Miyamoto, this round, we lost, Sakura, you must keep up the good work in the next round."

A certain official who accompanied him couldn't bear to deceive him in the end, and told Miyamoto the truth.

"What? I lost?" Miyamoto was shocked and unbelievable after hearing the official's words.

I have been in China for more than a month for exchanges and visits. I have visited seven or eight universities, painted seven or eight paintings, and acted seven or eight times.

Miyamoto Nan always wins the whole audience and receives praise, which satisfies him both physically and mentally.

It is the first time that I have lost like today!

Didn’t we agree that Shishi Academy of Fine Arts is just a second-rate academy in China, and you can play and act as you please?

What about the flying dragon riding on the face? How come I lost!

Guang Tongfu, who was standing by, felt so happy when he saw the unbelievable expression on Miyamoto Nan’s face.

Fortunately, his academy also has a trump card and a king bomb!

If Luo Shuning hadn’t saved the situation today, I would have been pretended by Miyamoto Nan again and had him ride on the face and output a wave.

“I have to see what he draws to be convinced!”

After saying this, Miyamoto Nan stepped in front of Luo Shuning’s drawing board.

After seeing the "Ammonite Picture" drawn by Luo Yanning on the drawing board, Miyamoto's eyes seemed to be glued to the drawing board and he could no longer move away.

"This line, this color palette, this proportion..."

The more Mr. Miyamoto watched, the more surprised he became, the more he watched, the more he liked it, and the more he watched, the more he admired it!

After reading a painting, he was so impressed by Luo Yanning's skill that he was willing to lose.

"I lost. Luo Sang is very skilled. If you have the opportunity in the future, you are welcome to come to our little life for an exchange visit."

After admitting defeat calmly, the expression on Mr. Miyamoto's face became relaxed, and he was indeed a man who could afford to lose.

Luo Yanning has always been cool with her little life and doesn't buy into Miyamoto's fault. She still treats him with an indifferent expression.

Mr. Miyamoto had no problem with Luo Yanning's attitude. People always have a high tolerance for geniuses.

After a group of city leaders saw the change in attitude of Miyamoto and his party, they felt quite confident and proud.

After feeling the gap between himself and Luo Yanning, Miyamoto no longer asked for trouble and did not continue to compete in drawing cherry blossoms.

He had a strong feeling that even if he proposed another Sakura competition, he would definitely be the one to lose!

Instead of asking for trouble and humiliation, it is better to avoid its sharp edges!

After comparing their painting skills, everyone left the painting room and visited other buildings in the school.

From around two o'clock in the afternoon, we visited until around 5 o'clock, when the sky started to get dark, and we ended our exchange visit.

Everyone exchanged words with each other along the way, and there was a lot of chatting, but what specific discussion was made that was effective for both of them? not a single one!

Although it is said to be an exchange visit, it is actually just a formality. After the visit, everyone will continue to do what they are supposed to do, and nothing will change.

After seeing off the exchange delegation, Guang Tongfu looked at Luo Yanning and said:

"Yanning, don't leave tonight. We haven't seen each other for a while. I ordered a meal at Yujun Pavilion. There is no one else, just the two of us, Xiao Wang, and you, Sister Zhang."

"Okay! That's what I had in mind." Professor Guang still had to give him some face. Luo Yanning smiled and readily agreed.

The appointment time between Guang Tongfu and Zhang Menghua was at 7 o'clock in the evening, which was still very early.

The group of people went back to the college office to stay.

After entering Guang Tongfu's office together, Wang Lianjun, an apprentice, quickly took a disposable water cup to get water for Guang Guang Tongfu and Luo Yanning to make tea.

"Yanning, the "Ammonite Picture" you painted today is really great. I like it so much." Guang Tongfu's words were no longer a hint, but Chi Guoguo's explicit statement.

Luo Yanning also liked Guang Tongfu's character of saying whatever he wanted, and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, it's rare that Professor Guang likes it. If you don't think my painting is ugly, I will give that painting to you."

"This is what you are saying! Then I won't be polite to you! I will accept your painting!"

When Guang Tongfu heard that Luo Yanning had agreed, he quickly concluded the matter. Even if he wanted to regret it, it was too late!

Luo Yanning really didn't take this painting seriously. As long as he wanted to and could endure the loneliness, he could paint ten or eight paintings in a day as if for fun.

Isn't it just a painting? Just give it away, it would be good to strengthen your relationship with Professor Guang.

In a humane society like China, everyone has a place of use.

It's rare that the old man likes him, so Luo Yanning sent the painting this time, which is considered to be a good idea.

"Xiao Wang, go to the painting room and help me put away the painting and bring it to me. If the person in charge asks, tell me that I asked you to pick it up."

When Guang Tongfu thought about adding another pair to his collection, he was as happy as a child who wants to buy new clothes during the Chinese New Year.

"Okay, teacher, I'll go right away." After Wang Lianjun agreed, he stood up from his seat and went out without saying a word.

Less than ten minutes after leaving home, Wang Lianjun brought over the painting Luo Yanning painted in the painting room.

Guang Tongfu looked at it again and again, looking like he couldn't put it down.

"By the way, Professor Guang, I want to lead a class. Do you think you can make some arrangements?"

Luo Yanning asked casually while smoking a cigarette leisurely.

Of course, when he wants to lead a class, he doesn’t just like teaching and educating people. He just wants to complete the system task of [Taoli Tianxia]!

When the task is completed and the lottery opportunity is obtained, he will probably rarely come to the school.

"You want to take charge of the class? Okay, okay! No problem, of course no problem! Even if you don't say it, I still want to ask you!"

After hearing Luo Yanning's words, Guang Tongfu smiled happily again and said:

"Look, Yan Ning, we happen to have a very large graduate class in Shimei this year. Come and take care of them!"

After Luo Yanning heard what Guang Tongfu said, she couldn't help but feel dumbfounded: "Ask me to lead the graduate class as soon as you come up? Isn't this a too high a starting point..."

Guang Tongfu said with determination: "Not high, not high, your level is definitely enough! Not to mention teaching graduate classes, even teaching us old guys is more than enough!"

Luo Yanning asked again: "How many students are there in this class?"

Guang Tongfu replied: "No more, no less, exactly 50."

Hearing Guang Tongfu's answer, Luo Yanning suddenly realized that it was as if God had destined her to be the substitute teacher of this graduate class!

[Taoli Tianxia] The requirement of this system task is to teach 50 students to reach the graduation standard to complete the task. The number is right!

Luo Shuning smiled and said, "Okay, then I will boldly agree. If I can't do it well, Professor Guang, you can remove me at any time."

"With your level and insights in painting, no one can do better than you!"

Guang Tongfu is more confident than Luo Shuning himself, and he doesn't doubt whether he can be a good substitute teacher.

"Yes, Professor Luo's ability is obvious to all, and he will definitely be promoted to this job."

Wang Lianjun also praised sincerely, and he admired Luo Shuning from the bottom of his heart.

Since he first saw Luo Shuning's sketching skills in the mutton soup restaurant, he knew that Luo Shuning must be extraordinary!

It was also because of his introduction that Guang Tongfu met Luo Shuning.

Shi Mei was able to invite Luo Shuning to be a mentor, and Wang Lianjun also made great contributions!

"Haha, Professor Wang is so kind."

Luo Shuning is gradually getting used to people calling him Professor Luo.

It's true that although it's just an empty title, it's still quite comfortable to be called professor by others.

Of course, he is just an empty title as a professor now, and he hasn't made any achievements yet.

He can become a real professor only after he has taught all the graduate students of this class and has achieved certain teaching results.

The three chatted in the office for a while, and waited until about 6:20 in the evening before leaving to meet Zhang Menghua at Yujun Pavilion.

"This luxury car is really different to sit in! Or you young people know how to enjoy it."

Guang Tongfu was invited to share a car with Luo Xuning. After getting in the car, he touched the soft and comfortable leather seat of Cullinan and couldn't help but admire it.

Wang Lianjun sat in the front passenger seat. He didn't dare to praise it directly like Guang Tongfu, but he was envious in his heart.

It was also the first time for him to sit in such a legendary luxury car, and he was inevitably a little excited.

If Luo Xuning hadn't been sitting in the back, he would have taken out his mobile phone to take a few selfies for himself and posted them to his circle of friends to show off.

Luo Xuning smiled modestly and said, "What kind of luxury car is this? It has five seats and four wheels. It's just a means of transportation."

Guang Tongfu laughed heartily and said, "Haha, I like to tell the truth. Your means of transportation is something that many people can't earn even if they work hard all their lives. The gap between people is sometimes really big!"

Wang Lianjun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, nodded secretly in his heart after hearing the teacher's words, and agreed with the teacher's point of view.

The three of them chatted awkwardly, but the atmosphere was not too stiff.

At about 6:50 in the evening, Li Minghao drove Cullinan to the parking space in front of Yujun Pavilion Hotel. (End of this chapter)