Infinite Torture Evolution

The classmate only glanced at Lin Yi's drawing board, and never moved or looked away.

Another student next to him saw this student’s abnormality and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Is it too bad?"

As he said, he also walked a few steps forward and looked at Lin Yi's paintings.

But after only one glance, he stayed there just like his former classmates.

I can't move my steps anymore, I can't look away anymore.

The strangeness of these two people was seen by other classmates, and they came over one after another and looked at Lin Yi's drawing board.

Since then, like the two before, they couldn't move their steps or look away.

Ning Zhiyuan At the moment has completed his work.

He took two steps back, took a few glances at his work, and nodded in satisfaction.

In order to show his talents in front of Zuo Yiran, he used these two works with great care.

It can be said that these two works will definitely amaze many girls.

After looking at it, he turned his head and looked to the left as well.

But when Zuo Yiran was halfway through the drawing, he was motionless, staring at the guy on the other side.

Looking again, it turned out that all the more than twenty classmates were staring at that guy, including the teacher.

Ning Zhiyuan was puzzled. What can be seen when a layman paints?

Is it possible to draw too many times, so that everybody can't help but spit it out?

Ning Zhiyuan thought that this idea was very interesting, smiled contentedly, and walked a few steps over there, over the shoulders of everyone, and looked at Lin Yi's drawing board.

At the first glance, I saw that Lin Yi's drawing paper still had traces erased with an eraser.

He couldn't help but curl his lips.

You know, with an eraser, this is a poor performance.

After the eraser is erased, there will always be traces left, and this is a flaw.

Therefore, most masters rarely use an eraser to draw sketches. Any point is very accurate and done in one go.

Even if the wrong lines are drawn occasionally, they will be cleverly covered up with other lines, and they are completely invisible.

Only those beginners will use the eraser.

In Ning Zhiyuan's view, Lin Yi is obviously a low-level beginner.

The level of this guy and himself is simply an underground and a heaven.

However, when he moved his gaze to Lin Yi's hand, he was taken aback, and then he was stunned.

I saw Lin Yi waved his right hand continuously, almost dancing out an afterimage.

"So fast?"

Zuo Yiran said in surprise in his heart: What is the speed of hands that have been single for tens of thousands of years?

Then I saw lines flowing from under Lin Yi's pen tip, gradually forming the gray, dark, shadow, reflection, etc. needed.

But this is not the main thing.

The most important thing is that, under the speed of being single for tens of thousands of years, the things he draws are still extremely accurate. If not from the technical point of view, from the point of view of accuracy alone, this guy's observational power is unique!

How can it be?

Isn't he a master of zero foundation?

How can it be possible to have a deeper skill than yourself?

Ning Zhiyuan felt that his self-esteem had been hit.

But he didn't want to admit defeat, he had to make excuses for himself.

"Teacher, it's absolutely impossible for him to have never learned sketching. He must have practiced for a long time. But playing a pig and eating a tiger here is nothing more than trying to attract attention. This method is too clumsy."

Ning Zhiyuan said with no anger.

The teacher shook his head and said, "No. If you only look at the smoothness of his lines, it is definitely a master level. But in terms of his painting technique, vividness, and even the use of rubbers. Judging from it, he is an absolute layman. I can even say with certainty that he is drawing a sketch for the first time. A layman can draw a sketch for the first time, and he can paint to such an extent. I am ashamed."

Ning Zhiyuan's proud self-confidence, under the teacher's words, finally received a complete blow.

From his first contact with sketching, he has shown an ability different from ordinary people.

No matter which teacher taught him, he said that he is almost a genius in painting.

He has always thought that he is really a genius in this area.

However, today, a layman who paints for the first time is even smoother and better than what he painted. This shocked him deeply.

At this time, a classmate pointed to Ning Zhiyuan and said: "Oh, I remember, you and my cousin are classmates, and have been to our house once. No wonder I see you so familiar. By the way, you should be a big one now. Two? How come we have classes with freshmen like us?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's eyes turned towards Ning Zhiyuan.

Ning Zhiyuan said that Lin Yi pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, that Lin also wants to attract people's attention, and that Lin Yi's methods are clumsy.

After doing it for a long time, he turned out to be a sophomore, but he went to show off among the freshmen. This was nothing more than to tease his sister.

It turns out that the person with the worst method is himself!

Under the gaze of more than 20 people, Ning Zhiyuan couldn't stay longer no matter how thick-skinned it was.

His face was blue and purple, especially when he saw Zuo Yiran's gaze, he, who had always been confident, didn't even dare to look at Zuo Yiran.

He didn't say even a word, he tore off his painting from the drawing board, crumpled it up, and hurriedly left the classroom.

At this time, everyone turned around and looked at Lin Yi.

From beginning to end, Lin Yi kept his eyes on the drawing board, but his pen never stopped.

The teacher couldn't help but nodded secretly again.

The highest state of a painter is nothing but self and nothing.

When I am painting, I am not disturbed by the outside world at all, I am only immersed in my own world.

And Lin Yi, a beginner, has actually reached this state.

Wizards of Heaven!

Heavenly Wizard! !

Lin Yi has indeed painted to the state of selflessness.

After all, it was his first contact with sketching, and his enthusiasm had not faded.

And the more he paints, the more interesting he feels, the more excited he paints, and he feels that the whole person's spirit is in a state of excitement.

Naturally, it has reached the state of selflessness.

Rustle--

In the entire classroom, there was only the sound of Lin Yi's pen rubbing against the drawing paper.

Everyone stood behind Lin Yi, quietly watching Lin Yi painting.

Outside the classroom, an old man in his sixties with gray hair but good spirits was walking slowly past the classroom.

I found that the classroom was very quiet and everyone was surrounded.

Feeling a little strange, he slowly walked closer to the classroom.

Everyone looked attentively, and no one noticed him coming.

He saw everyone watching a young man painting, and he also looked at that young man with interest.

After looking at it for a moment, his wise eyes lit up.

A few minutes later, after Lin Yi finished painting, he signed his name: Lin Yi.

The old man said, "Well, that's good."

Everyone turned around and saw that it was an old man, and none of them knew him.

But the teacher knew the old man and said respectfully: "Vice President Wang, why are you here?"

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