After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Zhong Chen didn't expect the other party to agree.

The expression on his face was slightly stagnant, and suddenly there was a feeling of lifting a rock and hitting his own foot.

He himself...hasn't been to the bar to play Di.

But have you never seen a pig run without eating pork? This is the end of the matter, and he can't admit defeat.

Zhong Chen: "Then it's an appointment, I'll go to book the deck."

Although Qi Linqing didn't know what it meant to set the deck, it did not prevent him from nodding calmly.

Zhong Chen took out his phone and said, "Let's add a WeChat."

Qi Linqing: "Yes."

Yuan Bai taught him this.

Qi Linqing called up the QR code for Zhong Chen to scan, and with a ding-dong, the two successfully became friends.

Zhong Chen looked down.

[You have added life is like tea, now you can start chatting. ]

As for the portrait, it is a slightly blurred sunset landscape. I don't know where the opponent got it.

Zhong Chen: "..."

The rest of the time was spent in the two studying together.

Qi Linqing felt that he had learned a lot, and thanked him as he wrote the paper: "What snack do you want to eat next time? I'll bring it for you."

Zhong Chen scratched his nose and looked away casually:

"No, it's not a big deal."

During this period, Qi Linqing took the time to send a message to Du Yuanbai asking:

[What is Bundi? ]

Du Yuanbai: [Why are you asking this]

Qi Linqing: [I will go to Bengdi with Zhong Chen later]

Du Yuanbai: [? ]

Du Yuanbai: [? ? ? ]

At this moment Yuan Bai began to doubt life.

In his eyes, Qi Linqing, who looks like a veteran cadre, actually wants to go to Didi?

Du Yuanbai: [Are you serious, Brother Qi? ]

Qi Linqing: [Hmm. ]

Du Yuanbai: [Uh. . . ]

Qi Linqing: [I did a Baidu and I don’t know if it’s accurate: discodancing is a shortened form of disco dancing. It means going to the ballroom to dance disco. It evolved from the "Disco Dance" decades ago. Because of its strong rhythm, easy learning, appeal and passion, it fits the taste of modern people very much. Now the location has gradually developed into a bar. ]

Du Yuanbai struggled to type: [.. It should be like this. In short, Bundi’s troubles are all places where young people go. ]

Qi Linqing: [Very good, I am also a young man, just to feel this kind of atmosphere. ]

Du Yuanbai: [Shaking]

Although, Qi Linqing is indeed very young, and has a handsome face like a teenager.

But the other party's veteran cadre's style has left a huge shadow in Du Yuanbai's heart.

At nine o'clock in the evening, BAR in City B.

Jiang Bai, Luo Xing and others gathered around the deck, looking forward to it.

Today is the day when my eldest brother will set foot in Huahua World again after several months of absence.

However, what was different from what they thought was that Zhong Chen even brought his family.

The boys were dumbfounded when they saw Qi Linqing walk in behind Zhong Chen.

Zhong Chen's dress is fairly normal. He randomly picked a leather jacket from the original owner's wardrobe, with a white T lining inside.

But Qi Linqing's white shirt and black pants seem inexplicably incompatible with this place...

He looks too clean.

It's like that kind of innocent and silly cub on the campus suddenly stepped into the dim and chaotic cyberpunk world.

"Hello, big brother!!!"

Seeing Zhong Chen, the boys consciously stepped back from the middle to make way, and bowed and bent over.

It caused other people in the bar to cast strange glances frequently.

The fast-paced music is deafening and smoky.

Qi Linqing frowned slightly. He is still a little unaccustomed to this environment.

There was no expression on Zhong Chen's face, and he went straight to the box and sat down.

Even though the low-temperature air-conditioning is turned on in the bar, it still makes people feel hot.

He took off his leather jacket and folded his legs on the coffee table.

Under the weird and psychedelic lamp, the blue dragon tattoo entrenched on Zhong Chen's arm was looming.

Someone was whispering not far away.

"Who is he? Looks so aura..."

"Zhong Chen, don't you know?! The bloodthirsty blue dragon on the North District Road."

"Fuck."

The coffee table in the deck is filled with various wine barrels and snack fruit plates.

Zhong Chen picked up the small plastic fork and ate a few cantaloupe.

A little brother stepped forward to pass him a cigarette.

Zhong Chen glanced sideways coldly, and the opponent was immediately frightened.

The little brother thought to himself, the eldest brother must have disliked my Hailey. I have to pass Zhonghua next time.

In fact, Zhong Chen's heart: Stay away from me and don't disturb me eating.

Zhong Chen has not forgotten his purpose of throwing a trap to bring Qi Linqing here.

——Continue to explore.

He knows that Master's personality is very cold, and can even be described as alienation.

Fu Yixijing, hates noisy and crowded places.

Zhong Chen watched every move of the person beside him while eating.

Little did he know that Qi Lin had predicted his prediction early in the morning, and began to put on a disguise first.

Although Qi Linqing does hate places with many people, it does not mean that he is withdrawn.

Fu Yi, who used to be at the bottom, is actually very good at communicating with people.

His adaptability is stronger than anyone thought.

In a short period of time, Qi Linqing had a very open chat with Jiang Bai, Luo Xing and others, and learned all kinds of small games in the bar, such as grabbing fingers and shaking dice. He doesn't smoke, but he also drinks, and he will step onto the dance floor with other people, jump a few times to the rhythm of the music, and soon sway with everyone to really jump up Di.

Zhong Chen: "..."

He fell into the mist again.

The other party is obviously like his master, but not exactly like it.

But if Qi Linqing wasn't Fu Yi, who would it be?

After that, Zhong Chen was drinking boring wine alone.

When Qi Linqing, Jiang Bai, Luo Xing and others returned to the deck, they found that he was already drunk and unconscious.

Jiang Bai was surprised: "How much did he drink?"

You must know that Zhong's drink volume can be called a thousand cups.

Luo Xing glanced at the two large wine barrels that had fallen above the ground, and said hesitantly: "It should be... quite a lot."

A little brother: "What should I do now? Shall I send Brother Zhong back first?"

Jiang Bai: "It can only be this way."

They set their sights on Qi Linqing.

In the presence, only he and Zhong Ge have the closest relationship.

Then the next second.

They watched Qi Linqing hold up Zhong Chen and walk out.

The eldest brother's trousers shrank up, revealing half of the cat's claw pink cotton socks.

Brothers: "..."

Suddenly began to doubt the authenticity of Big Brother Meng 1.

Qi Linqing walked out to take a taxi with Zhong Chen in his arms.

Instead of sending him back to Zhong's house, he found a hotel nearby.

I want to know that going back three nights at midnight will definitely cause my parents to worry.

He opened two rooms.

Qi Linqing sent Zhong Chen to one of them first, and after taking off his shoes and socks, he put the other party carefully on the bed and tucked the quilt.

He looked at the young boy's quiet sleeping face and sighed lightly.

Why do you have to doubt him?

"Good night."

He went out and gently closed the door.

The next day.

It was noon since Zhong Chen woke up.

Today is Monday and there is still class. He pursed his lips, a little regretful that he had to go this time last night that didn't yield any results.

Zhong Chen got out of bed.

He saw a can of Wangzai cowboy and sticky notes on the bedside.

He picked up the note.

[Already asked for leave for you, Qi Linqing stayed. ]

Zhong Chen:...

He pried away Wangzi's milk and drank two sips, feeling inexplicably happy. In fact, it seems that I did not regret it so much.

Day by day, the end of the term is approaching, and the pressure on junior high school students is increasing day by day.

However, as a well-known aristocratic middle school in city B, many students choose to study abroad. The atmosphere is not so boring.

In the monthly and elementary tests, the second-year students finally realized that the results of Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen had actually improved.

After all, if it is fraudulent plagiarism, it is impossible to succeed all the time.

In a certain monthly exam at the end of June, Zhong Chen's ranking has jumped to third, causing a huge sensation in his grade.

This rich second-generation scumbag who was once inexperienced and unskilled turned to learn casually, and he was able to become a school tyrant!

Especially at the same time the school also announced that Zhong Chen won the first prize of the Archery Provincial Competition. His athletic talent in this area is simply terrifying. If he is willing to take the sports route in the future, he will surely be able to send him to a prestigious university.

The physical education teacher even felt that there might be a place for Zhong Chen in the future Olympics.

But since Zhong Chen's academic performance has improved rapidly, the physical education teacher's dream of letting him take the archery route has also shattered.

After all, with Zhong Chen's current grades and family background, learning this is a waste.

Zhong Chen soon became a famous figure in the country after Qi Linqing.

Commonly known as School Grass 2.0.

He and Qi Linqing are at the same table again. No matter where they go, the two can arouse their eyes. The desks are often filled with love letters and gifts.

In the past, these treatments were exclusively for Qi Lele.

But now, because of the rumors on the Internet, people in the country are quite veiling against him.

Qi Lele walks on campus and often meets Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen in the cafeteria, canteen or playground.

He will also be in a trance.

In the past, Zhong Chen clearly followed him behind him like a dog licking, but his brother Qi Linqing had a humble crush on him.

It can be said that Qi Linqing is like a fish in the pond where Qi Lele licks a dog.

And he is at the top of the food chain, high above.

But now, everything is completely upside down.

Zhong Chen no longer looked at him, but turned around and became friends with Qi Linqing. They study together and make progress together.

It is said that Qi Linqing's grades have steadily risen to the 50th grade under the leadership of Zhong Chen.

Qi Lele felt very confused, it shouldn't be like this. Just like the expected road, a slight deviation suddenly occurred, and the butterfly effect immediately occurred, and everything began to collapse.

Besides, there is no harm without comparison. Qi Lele used to think that he was very good. He was able to maintain his ranking in the top 100 in his grade while filming.

However, when compared with them, he seems to be useless.

For the first time in his life, Qi Lele felt unprecedented anxiety.

The end of June, the midsummer is very hot.

At the end of the last class of the 18th class of Junior High School, Zeng Haipeng gave the students a testimony about the future.

Roughly speaking, I know that you have money in your family, but don't play too wildly during the summer vacation. At any rate, learn a little bit.

Of course, for most people, it is equivalent to nonsense, with the left ear coming in and the right ear coming out.

Qi Linqing listened carefully.

He didn't notice, Zhong Chen beside him was watching him all the time.

Wait until get out of class is over.

Qin Qingxin, another classmate of class 18 who also studies fine arts, came over and asked him carefully:

"Student Qi, which studio did you sign up for?"

Qi Linqing replied: "Zhimo Studio."

Qin Qingxin's expression suddenly became excited, "I am in the same studio as you!! Good luck! We can study together in the future."

Patter.

The pen in Zhong Chen's hand fell to the ground.

Qi Linqing bent over to help him pick it up, and said, "But this studio has two campuses. I'm on campus No. 1 on Shanshi Road. Are you too?"

Qin Qing said dumbfoundedly: "It's not..."

She is humming on campus No. 2.

"come on."

Qi Linqing looked at her and smiled lightly.

Qin Qingxin was caught by this smile, in a daze, not knowing the south, east, north, and west. When I walked back to my seat, I almost fell on the road.

When Zhong Chen watched this scene, he only felt inexplicably familiar.

It seems, it seems, probably, maybe, maybe.

When he first saw the master smile to himself, he walked almost like this girl...

Lao Zeng arranged a bunch of homework.

When the bell rang after class, the students bounced off their chairs excitedly and ran out.

Summer vacation is here.

When they thought of this, they seemed to feel free and happy to breathe and the air.

However, Qi Linqing took care of his things and stepped out of the classroom door with his bag on his back.

For him, the journey has just begun.

When Qi Linqing got home, he went upstairs to pack his luggage.

According to the rules of the studio, he had to report before eight o'clock in the evening.

He digs out a new box and puts a few pieces of clothing and daily necessities into it.

Qi Linqing carefully folded each piece of clothing neatly.

The weather is very hot and short sleeves must be worn.

Although he is still a little unaccustomed to wearing clothes without sleeves psychologically. But in the countryside, if he wears long sleeves in summer, he will easily be looked at by others.

After doing this, Qi Linqing went downstairs again and asked the gardener to take good care of the tulips he planted before.

The gardener patted his chest and promised to take good care of them.

In the living room.

Yan Qiongfang looked at him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a faint worry on her face.

Yan Qiongfang actually didn't want Qi Linqing to go to the studio.

She has several wives who play mahjong, and their children also study art.

I heard from them that the collective studio is very hard and tiring, which can be called hell.

Yan Qiongfang's idea is that since her family is not short of money, wouldn't it be better to invite a few painting teachers to teach Qi Linqing at home?

But Qi Linqing is willing to go to the studio.

In his opinion, the environment where so many like-minded painters study together is more rewarding than one-on-one teaching.

Qi Yingjun supported him on this point.

That night, he asked the secretary to help him find a studio in City B with the best teaching quality and the most expensive tuition-Zhimo Studio.

After Qi Linqing had a simple meal, he was ready to get on the bus and set off.

Yan Qiongfang and Qi Hui escorted him to the door.

"Goodbye." Qi Linqing rolled down the car window and waved at them.

Yan Qiongfang was a little sad, her eyes were reddish and she said, "Go. If you need anything, remember to call us."

It's the flesh and blood that fell off the body. She is reluctant to bear the child's travels and suffering.

Qi Hui looked at him and said, "If you can't hold on anymore, you can come back at any time."

What Qi Hui wants to express is actually similar to that of a safe haven at home. He is used to being a superior, and sometimes what he says may not sound nice. But these words still reveal a suspicion of not believing that the child can survive in the difficult studio.

But in fact, even if the original owner is here, he will not give up lightly.

They are all people who grew up in a poor environment. No matter how hard and tired the studio is, can life at the bottom be miserable?

Qi Linqing looked away and said, "Yes."

In the car.

Qi Linqing also received a call from Mr. Yan.

"Linqing, you are going to the studio today, right?"

Qi Linqing: "Yeah."

Elder Yan gave a long comment, and then asked, "Does the studio have holidays every week?"

Qi Linqing recalled for a while and said: "It seems that there is a weekend break every two weeks."

Father Yan: "Okay, then don't go home during the holidays, and go back to the house I bought for you."

The college entrance examination is coming soon. Elder Yan worried that Qi's bad environment would affect Qi Linqing's mood.

Qi Linqing was startled, and said, "Okay."

Zhimo Studio No. 1 campus is on the hillside in the outskirts of City B.

It was the registration season, and many cars parked in the mountains at nine o'clock in the evening. The students carried their luggage down one after another.

It's not enough to say that the environment here is bad.

The studio is rich in wealth, and a school building in the villa area is built directly in the mountains. It covers a large area and has a supermarket, canteen, barber shop, cake room, gym and other infrastructure facilities. There are mountains and water, and the air is clear.

There are eight-person rooms, six-person rooms, quadruple rooms and double rooms.

There are air-conditioning, 24-hour hot water, independent bathroom, soft mattress, WIFI and so on.

Compared to the average high school, it is considered good.

Gan Yishan was quite satisfied with this studio.

The family is not available, she came by taxi by herself.

Online car-hailing delivered to the door.

She carried large bags and suitcases and reported the check-in alone.

"What kind of dormitory do you want to live in, classmate?" The teacher pushed the price list in front of her.

An eight-bed room is 800 yuan a month, a six-bed room is 1,000 yuan a month, a four-bed room is 1,300 yuan a month, and a double room is 2,000 yuan a month.

Gan Yishan: "A four-person room."

The teacher nodded, stamped the paper to help her check in, and added:

"You also have to pay a deposit of 500 yuan for the air conditioner."

By the time Gan Yishan went to the dormitory with his luggage, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

She greeted the other three girls and cleaned the bed.

The other girls put on masks while complaining about the remoteness here.

"I can't even order takeout!"

"A ghost place where birds don't shit..."

"There are so many mosquitoes in the mountains, maybe there are snakes..."

After Gan Yishan made the bed, he climbed down the stair railing and said, "I will go to the supermarket to buy mosquito nets and summer mats."

Girls: "I'll go too, I'll go too!"

"I haven't bought toothpaste..."

Finally, all four of them left the dormitory.

The mountains were shady and the wind was blowing, and Gan Yishan felt very comfortable.

The girls behind them trembled with their arms around their chests:

"Has anyone died here before?"

"I heard that the mountains used to be cemeteries..."

Gan Yishan: "..."

Finally walked to the door of the supermarket.

The light was on at the door.

The shadow of a young man stood there.

Gan Yishan faintly felt that he was a bit familiar.

Her roommates were already excited.

"So handsome!!!"

"There is such a handsome boy in our studio."

"...You Lei wait for you to ask him for WeChat."

Getting closer, Gan Yishan realized that he really knew this boy.

"Qi Linqing?" She said in surprise.

The boy raised his head and glanced at her, and said gently, "Hello, classmate Gan."

Gan Yishan: "You are also in this studio."

Qi Linqing nodded.

There was a traffic jam on the road and he had just arrived.

Gan Yishan didn't expect it to be so coincidental that they once participated in the national competition together and signed up for the same studio.

What else does she want to ask.

A middle-aged man walked by and respectfully said to Qi Linqing: "Second young master, the check-in procedures are complete."

Qi Linqing: "Okay, thank you."

Seeing the luggage under his feet, Gan Yishan waved his hand hurriedly:

"Be busy, see you tomorrow."

Qi Linqing carried the box and walked out, smiled at her, and said, "See you tomorrow."

As soon as he left, the girls immediately surrounded Gan Yishan.

"That's Qi Linqing? Isn't it?"

"How do you know him?"

Gan Yishan shrugged and said, "I have participated in the National Ink Cup Chinese Painting Competition with him, and I met on the field."

And the other party kindly let her recognize the true face of a scumbag.

The girls were suddenly stunned.

"Then you can participate in the national competition, isn't it also very good?" Roommate A asked.

Gan Yishan shook his head and said, "No."

Qi Linqing's paintings on the court at that time.

It reminded her of a sentence.

How can the light of fireflies compete with Haoyue.

Qi Linqing lives in a double room.

The size and furnishings of the rooms are similar to those of ordinary twin-bed hotels.

When he opened the door, he found that there were personal belongings on the other bed, which was apparently already occupied.

the light is on.

There was a splash of water from the bathroom.

Qi Linqing followed the sound and saw that the hazy glass in the bathroom was very transparent, and the other person could be seen completely.

"..."

See no evil.

Qi Linqing lowered his head and began to organize his luggage.

On the other side, Zhong Chen came out of the shower and wiped his wet hair with a towel.

He didn't wear any clothes, only a bath towel around his waist.

"When did you come in?!" When Zhong Chen saw that there were more people in the room, he immediately covered the key parts.

Without raising his head, Qi Linqing said, "Just now. Don't worry, I haven't seen anything."

Zhong Chen quickly put on a short sleeve.

Qi Linqing was also a little surprised, "Why did you come to learn painting?"

The scores of the other party can be taken directly to prestigious universities.

Moreover, Qi Linqing didn't usually see Zhong Chen as a hobby of painting.

Zhong Chen: "I just want to learn."

He would never tell the other party anyway that his purpose of coming here is to continue to test you at close range.

"Very good." Qi Linqing cleaned up the bed and went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

Zhong Chen watched him carefully spread the sheets that were invisible to the folds, and fell silent again.

The master used to be like this, he was obsessed with cleanliness.

Zhong Chen originally wanted to ask something more.

Qi Lin came out of the shower after washing, and read a book while lying on the bed. He thought for a while, then deliberately turned on the phone and played a certain game-the voice-over of Plants vs. Zombies before going to sleep.

He decided to be cautious in his words and deeds, and could not give Zhong Chen any chance to doubt his identity as a traverser.

Zhong Chen: "."

It's impossible for his master to play a game like Plants vs. Zombies, right? ?

Then there was nothing to say all night.

The next day.

The crowd gathered in the studio and first held a welcome party to perform their talents.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen also met another person here, Tanggula.

Almost all of the hundreds of students present knew Qi Linqing.

They watched the episode of Haha Base Camp and were deeply impressed by the scene of his blowjob.

So Qi Linqing was pushed onto the court under the hoopla of everyone.

Qi Linqing: "But...I didn't bring Xiao."

"I have it, I have it!" A middle-aged man with a beard stepped forward and handed him a Xiao.

This person is called Hu Xiao, one of the sketch teachers in Zhimo Studio. Usually he is bored in the mountains, but he also plays the flute and other things to relieve his loneliness.

Hu Xiao has never watched Base Camp, nor has he watched Transformation Meter. People his age generally don't watch this kind of variety show.

He didn't know Qi Linqing.

Seeing that everyone was looking forward to it, he picked up a student and asked, "Is this guy very good?"

Student: "He is super awesome!!"

After the base camp was broadcast, the classical Xiao music "Flying Flower Order" played by Qi Linqing was even brought into fire.

In the past, this song was not interested in major music platforms, but now it has 999+ views and comments.

Hu Xiao was taken aback when he heard the words.

At this time, Xiao Le sounded on the stage.

The plain and elegant melody reminds people of the rushing spring in the mountains.

He has studied Xiaodi, and of course he can hear that the other party's playing level is very unusual.

The students in the audience were even more obsessed with listening, and many took out their mobile phones to take pictures secretly.

Hu Xiao: "Is he really an art student? How does he look like a star."

Student: "Teacher Hu, you are too earthy. Don't you know Qi Linqing? He won the National Ink Cup Chinese Painting National Championship before!"

When he said this, Hu Xiao suddenly remembered.

He heard from friends in the industry that a very young rich guy won the national prize of the Ink Cup.

Then the other party to study art is not considered a poor talent.

In the morning welcome meeting, the principal gave a speech, and then was sorted out.

Zhimo Studio is divided into four classes: A, B, C, and D.

Test once a month, and may be promoted or downgraded at any time.

Class A is all students with a fairly basic drawing foundation, and most of them are repeat students, trying to attack famous art universities such as Qingmei and Gome.

Classes B and C are students of upper-middle level and upper-middle level and lower-middle level respectively.

Class D is for students who study painting with zero foundation.

Tanggula started Chinese painting in elementary school, but the foundation of Western art is also very good.

He entered Class A directly.

Gan Yishan is also in Class A.

Everyone thought that Qi Linqing was so good, and 80% of them would also enter Class A.

The result was unexpected. He and Zhong Chen both went to Class D.

Because they are all zero-based. I have never touched the painting types such as sketching and watercolor before.

This incident caused a gossip discussion among the students of Zhimo Studio.

"Qi Linqing didn't even learn to sketch?!"

"Yes, I heard that he doesn't even know how to arrange cables."

"Good guy."

"It's normal and normal. He grew up in a rural area. Although he happened to have a chance to learn Chinese painting from a teacher, he can't have the chance to get in touch with these."

"Too……"

Some people also sympathize with Qi Linqing.

With only half a year left for the entrance exam, it is very difficult to learn Western art from scratch.

What's more, the foundation of traditional Chinese painting is meaningless to drawing, color, and oil painting.

It may even lead him.

...

In the afternoon, class D.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen sat in the back row by the window.

He opened the easel, laid out drawing paper, and arranged the drawing tools he bought when he came.

There is no shortage of money now. Qi Linqing bought all the things he has practiced, such as outdoor folding chairs, cherry blossoms, old men’s heads, electric erasers, STA, Sakura Sakura hook line pens, Windsor Newton’s paints, Faber-Castell pencils soft, medium and hard, Mia, Nioni’s Extra soft, wait... a whole picture box is piled up.

In fact, Qi Linqing doesn't know much about Western painting tools. He did his homework on the Internet in advance before going to the painting store to prepare them one by one.

The price is much cheaper than he thought. Just say that these pencils and hook-up pens are not as expensive as writing brushes.

The pigments are not as expensive as the ancient ore of Chinese painting.

However, there are too many types of Western paintings, all kinds of cumbersome small paintings accumulate, and the prices are quite expensive.

Zhong Chen looked at Qi Linqing, compared it with a box of Chinese pencils he bought temporarily, and fell into deep thought.

He doesn't seem to have come to learn to paint at all.

Upon seeing this, Qi Linqing comforted: "You can use mine first. The school supermarket also sells painting materials. If you don't know, I will take you to complete them."

Zhong Chen: "Thank you. I will invite you to dinner later."

Sitting next to them was a boy with yellow hair, stretched out his head and said curiously, "You are so prepared."

The students in class D generally have zero foundation, and many people don't think it is so comprehensive.

Qi Linqing: "Checked it online."

Huang Mao chatted with him: "Hurt, brother, get to know, my name is Feng Jiaqing."

Qi Linqing said his name.

Feng Jiaqing: "Yes, I know you. I have seen your base camp, hehe."

Qi Linqing smiled and said nothing.

Feng Jiaqing asked: "I heard that you have learned Chinese painting before. Wouldn't it be easier to learn drawing or something?"

Qi Linqing hesitated and said: "I shouldn't. I don't know anything now. It will probably be very difficult to learn."

He knew that the distance between Chinese painting and Western painting was like a mountain. Moreover, he is used to holding a brush, and may not be used to pencils temporarily.

Feng Jiaqing suddenly felt like seeing his family, and stretched out his hand with tears in his eyes:

"I don't worry if you are there. We will cook the chicken together in the future."

Zhong Chen snorted coldly.

Qi Linqing: "Caiji?"

Feng Jiaqing sighed: "I was forced to learn how to draw, and like you, I can't even line up."

Qi Linqing nodded, "Yeah. Don't talk about arranging the lines, I can't even sharpen the pen."

Feng Jiaqing breathed a sigh of relief, now that he was less anxious. He can sharpen his pen anyway.

The first lesson begins.

The sketch teacher walked in and introduced himself first.

His name is Han Shi. He graduated from Chuanmei, and has taken seven art students with him so far. He has rich experience.

Han Shi knows that Class D is all zero-based, so the first lesson is to teach them to sharpen their pens.

"Although there are pencil sharpeners now, as an art student, sharpening a good and perfect pencil is your basic skill, and it can also add wings to painting. Now take out your utility knife."

Qi Linqing listened very carefully. To transform the concept, the importance of pen sharpening should be equivalent to the study of ink in traditional Chinese painting, he thought.

Han Shi picked up the knife and dropped it, demonstrating and saying: "To draw sketches, you need to sharpen two different pens. One does not need to be too long, but the pen should be very sharp to portray details. The other is flattened on the front and back, and left. A three-dimensional plane side forward is used to hook the line and draw the folds of the clothes."

Qi Linqing learns very quickly. In a short while, several perfect pencils Han Shi's mouth were sharpened.

So is Zhong Chen.

Feng Jiaqing seemed a little clumsy, always cutting off the pen core.

Why? He was lost, obviously he had learned before.

Qi Linqing gave him two pens and encouraged him: "Come slowly, don't worry."

Feng Jiaqing nodded vigorously.

Zhong Chen: "?"

He also snapped one off deliberately.

But Qi Linqing didn't even glance at him, nor did he give him a pen.

Zhong Chen: "."

Later, Han Shi began to teach them how to hold the pen and how to arrange the line.

"The way to hold a pen for sketching is to place a pencil on the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger, and then press it with your thumb. Generally, the position of holding the pen is in the middle or the back half of the pen. When drawing, the fingers move less and rely on the strength of the wrist to press The pen, wrist and elbow swing up and down to control the direction of the painting."

"This is not difficult. The most important thing is to practice more. When arranging lines, the short-line wrist exerts force, the axis is at the wrist, the long-line arm exerts force, and the axis is near the shoulder. Be straighter and have the same strength so that the line drawn does not look like hairy."

Qi Linqing started to practice on white paper according to the method the teacher said.

At first it was really uncomfortable.

But his hand was steady, and the neat and smooth lines in Han Shi's mouth could be expelled in a short while.

He continued to practice one by one.

Center forwards, side forwards, flat forwards, thick lines, thin lines, thin lines, dense lines, long lines, short lines, and line up after the line, all practiced again.

Because there is a thick pile of paper used for training.

Han Shi came over to see this scene and said with satisfaction:

"Everyone has to learn from classmate Qi, and his line will be very clean."

Han Shi glanced at Feng Jiaqing, helplessly: "Are you rowing caterpillars?"

Feng Jiaqing: "..."

Have been hurt.

Feng Jiaqing stiffly turned his head and glanced at the white paper on Qi Linqing's easel.

That clattering, sharp and clear writing sound.

That neat, perfect line.

He can't help but wonder if the other party is really a fledgling chicken like himself?

The author has something to say: the lesson representative of this chapter summarizes

Huang Mao: I don’t seem to be too smart, Yazi (scratching his head)

Zhong Chen: Always [observing in secret, jpg]

Qi Linqing: Even if you learn from scratch——

Your painting saint will always be your painting saint

Thank you for the mine +1

The content of the cable is quoted from the Internet Baidu.