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Then his scalp became numb, and goosebumps popped up one by one... Students from the two classes No. 30 all surrounded Chen Yi.

"Is he good at drawing?"

In the crowd, a little girl wearing thick glasses blurted out and asked.

Her words were heard by Professor Weng, who glanced at the student and said:

"What do you think is wrong with it?"

Frightened by the professor's sudden question, the student seemed a little nervous. After shrinking his head, he hesitated and replied, "I don't think it's too rigorous."

"The model on the screen is prettier than me, like a goddess."

Professor Sun Jinggang heard it, and he frowned slightly. He exchanged a glance with the old man, and after a pause, he asked, "I ask you, why do you want to draw a sketch, and what is the significance of the sketch?"

The students around all focused their attention and listened attentively.

The little girl who asked casually before never thought that her words would attract the attention of the two old professors in the school.

She swallowed, and said again:

"Express the image of Yan Jin, and master the light and shade of the shape structure and the spatial relationship."

"Like Teacher Liu's painting, I think it's very good!"

Hearing the praise from the students, Liu Xiaodong's expression on the side was complicated, and he took his eyes back from Chen Yi's painting. He turned to the little girl and said in a deep voice:

"Sketch training is to cultivate artistic vision and discipline training methods. As for light and shade, structure, etc., you are talking about methods, not goals."

"Angel believes that sketching is the foundation of all fine arts. Sketching should be done to achieve the desired effect. Similarly, sketching is also a work of art for people to appreciate, and it can also be used as material for artists to understand. If you follow this standard, you still think my sketch Is it better than his?"

After speaking, he interjected: "In Western Europe, such talents are called sketches and masterpieces, and although my paintings are not bad, they can't even be called sketches in the eyes of others!".

"Comparing my sketches with those of Mr. Chen, you really think highly of me!"

"This is the shortcoming of domestic oil painting education!"

Bi Deyi, the dean of the oil painting department, sighed.

 …

"Where did this monster come from?"

"I'm getting goosebumps."

Professor Weng and Professor Sun Jinggang turned their attention to Chen Yi's subordinates again. They were two old guys, one fat and one thin, standing side by side, the old man said in a low voice.

"Look at this line, this painting idea, technique..."

"If I didn't look at the painter, I would think, which classical master is this!"

Sun Jinggang said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Weng, who heard his old friend's evaluation, looked surprised, turned around and asked, "Do you think this is not at the level of classical masters? In the field of sketching?"

Professor Weng didn't wait for Sun Jinggang's response, and looked at Chen Yi's painting obsessively. He lost his voice and said:

"Look at the soft and delicate lines, the strokes, I can't believe it..."

"I seem to have seen Raphael Sancy!"

Sun Jinggang was silent, and after a while, he nodded heavily: "You are right."

"so..."

"This level is indeed not something that any painter can teach."

Sun Jinggang said: "Legends say that the master Rafael Sancy also relied on self-study to reach a level comparable to that of 'Da Vinci'."

Pay attention, there is a word 'also' in Professor Sun's sentence, which is used very delicately here.

Several professors, deans, and tutor Liu Xiaodong beside him couldn't help raising their eyebrows when they heard this.

Comparing 'Chen Yi' to 'Raphael Sancy'?

That is a god-like figure!

 …

The strokes in Chen Yi's hand fell down.

On his paper, a woman with a garland on her head and jewelry, lying flat on the sofa is vividly on the paper.

In his brush, this woman is like an angel, and naturally exudes the benevolent and gentle temperament of the Virgin Mary. The whole painting fully embodies the tranquility, coordination, harmony, symmetry, and perfect and quiet order.

"The pinnacle of classicism!"

About forty or fifty minutes later, when Chen Yi made the last stroke, Professor Weng let out a long breath and said.

"I dare say that this level, even if it is placed in Western Europe today, there are not many masters who can do it!"

"I don't know, what is the level of Mr. Chen's oil painting?"

Professor Sun Jinggang nodded and followed closely.

"Sketching is the basis of all plastic arts."

"With this sketching skills, oil painting will definitely not be too bad."

Professor Weng said.

"Our country may produce a real master!"

Bi Deyi, the dean of the oil painting department, suddenly blurted out.

His voice fell.

Several people suddenly fell into silence, and then, their eyes lit up, and a thought was born in their hearts at the same time.

"I don't know if there are any works in Chen Xiaoyou's studio, but I would like to collect one or two."

Professor Sun Jinggang expressed the common thoughts of several people.

"I don't know if there is such a chance..."

Professor Weng also said.

 …

It is at this time.

Chen Yi has already signed his name in the lower right corner of the drawing paper:

"Chen Yi, at the Nanshan Campus of Huaxia Mountain University."

Looking at Chen Yi's sketch that almost made me and others kneel...

The lecturer Liu Xiaodong, the dean of the department Bi Deyi, and the two professors blinked their eyes. They looked at each other and left messages, seeing the longing in each other's eyes.

If Chen Yi becomes famous in the future, perhaps this sketch will have a different value.

"Excuse me, can I take this sketch with me?"

What they didn't expect was that at this moment, Chen Yi took off the sketch paper, turned to look at the professors and teachers, and asked.

In oil painting circle.

For masters of the same level, the fewer paintings they leave behind, the higher the value.

Even if Chen Yi is not famous, he is consciously controlling the outflow of his paintings.

"Of course, this is originally your work, Chen Yi!"

Director Bi Deyi said loudly.

As he spoke, he looked at the time again, and said in a deep voice, "It's getting late, shall we have a meal together?"

"Ms. Liu, please wait until next time to ask Chen Yi to teach our students a good lesson."

Director Bi looked at Liu Xiaodong and said.

Chen Yi nodded, holding his sketch just now, and was thinking about how to clip it.

Among the students, a small young man ran up to Chen Yi, and he handed over a gray-cased portfolio from a distance. He introduced himself first, and then said:

"Mr. Chen, my name is Li Songsong!"

"This picture folder is for you!"

Chen Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then took a look at the young man.

This young man has rosy cheeks, medium-length hair, and a pair of bright eyes. Among them, there is admiration in the eyes that look at him, which makes him a little puzzled.

"thanks."

Chen Yi did not refuse.

He opened the portfolio, and saw a sketch of a character left in the portfolio, so he raised his head and glanced at this young man named 'Li Songsong'.

There is hope in the youth's eyes.

Chen Yi glanced at this sketch, and he found that it was somewhat similar to his own style, delicate, soft and gentle.

"No wonder..."

Chen Yi thought.

The way this young man might learn to imitate is Master Raphael. When he meets an existence like him who has completely inherited Raphael Sancy's skills, it is considered a good performance not to kneel down.

"The painting is relaxed, and the details are focused..."

"Seven parts Western European school, three parts domestic school."

Chen Yi commented casually: "It can be regarded as a sketch."

Ordinary students couldn't tell whether Chen Yi's comments were good or bad, and even thought that Chen Yi was criticizing Li Songsong.

However, the lecturer Liu Xiaodong was a little more serious, and the two professors looked sideways at the young man named Li Songsong.

In front of Chen Yi, the short Li Songsong showed ecstasy on his face.

"take it."

Chen Yi handed back his sketch.

This student named 'Li Songsong' is very caring and able to seize opportunities.

If he really hugged the thigh of 'Chen Yi', he might really be able to make a head start in the future!

Bi Deyi, head of the oil painting department, commented in his heart.

 …

Chen Yi nodded to his lecturer Liu Xiaodong and the young model who was looking at him curiously.

Then, he followed Director Bi and the others and walked out.

Outside the teaching building, the continuous drizzle is still falling.

Chen Yi could clearly feel that the two old professors were much more enthusiastic about his change of attitude.

They invited Chen Yi to dinner, but Chen Yi refused.

As for the oil painting they begged for, Chen Yi hesitated for a while, and then saw that Mu Wan'er still had a lesson.

"Let's go to your studio, but my paintings cannot be auctioned."

"That's natural, that's natural." Bi Deyi was overjoyed, and the other elders were also overjoyed.

They wanted to see how well Chen Yi was doing in oil painting.

hours later.

Chen Yi walked out of the studio alone.

In the studio.

Looking at the two oil paintings in front of them, several old men collapsed to the ground, their faces were horrified, as if petrified.