We’ve traveled through Tokyo, who still wants to simulate love?

Chihiro Ishiguro was speechless for a moment.

If it weren't for the fact that the child looked better-looking and had a nicer voice, he might have refused directly.

“It’s not impossible to help you sign up and submit.”

After pondering for a moment, Ishiguro Chihiro decided not to dampen the child's enthusiasm, but proactively said, "When you came to school, did you bring your work with you?"

"I didn't bring it. I used a digital tablet before. Otherwise, can I use the paints from my seniors?"

There was a good-natured chuckle from within the art department.

They didn't feel that Qianyu Kazama offended them, after all, the junior student looked really relaxed and happy at first glance.

So I just thought that he was deliberately trying to make them happy. Even the girl who just walked in with him waved her hand:

"Hihi~ Use my paint, I just haven't started writing yet."

Chihiro Ishiguro was speechless.

Come on, it’s exactly what he thought, he really has no basis in painting.

There is a huge gap between drawing with a digital tablet and drawing directly in reality.

It's just that he didn't know that Qianyu Kazama had the money to buy paints, so he could visit with his works, so why bother to paint on the spot?

Asaha Kazama did not refuse the girl's kindness, but just walked straight to the corner where she was.

As he approached, the expression on the originally lively girl's face changed slightly.

No, this little boy is too good-looking.

She subconsciously took a step back and gave way.

Asaba Kazama nodded towards her and said softly: "You must be Senior Sister Xiaoxi who won the silver medal in the Youth Painting Competition last year. I have seen your photo on the honor column."

Senior Sister Xiaoxi was a little surprised and said blankly: "Even if you praise me like this, I won't be happy!"

"Then, let me borrow your paintbrush for now. Don't worry, it won't waste too much time."

"Don't touch my white paint with dirty pens." Senior Sister Xiaoxi gave a friendly reminder.

Qianyu Kazama turned to her and smiled: "Okay."

"...It doesn't matter if you touch or touch." Senior Sister Xiaoxi added.

"Well, I hope I can perform better." He looked at the surrounding paint, "If it can satisfy you, Sister Xiaoxi, that would be even better."

"It's not easy to satisfy me."

"I think I can do it."

His voice was very calm, without any arrogance in his words, but his extremely calm tone gave people an unparalleled sense of confidence.

It's as if... it's as if it's natural that he can quickly gain the respect of others.

Several students on the side looked at each other and spread their hands.

This junior is so crazy!

But they quite like this character. He is an art student. If he is not crazy, it would be boring.

Of course, it's one thing to like Asaba Kazama.

Whether he thinks he can do it or not is another matter.

This guy doesn't even hold his pen right.

At this time, Qianyu Kazama's eyes were no longer on them.

Xiaoxi-senpai used gouache. Usually, the water color used in the art examination is mostly water. Compared with watercolor, which is more transparent, gouache can create a thicker color atmosphere.

Asaha Kazama could spot this senior Konishi at a glance and entered the entertainment time after class.

Gouache painting is relatively fast, and the quantity is large and cheap. For some students from poor families, it can reduce the pressure and burden.

Watercolor is more expensive, but when painting, you add water to the palette to dilute it, so it lasts longer.

But she had seen the winning works of Senior Sister Konishi at that time.

It's an oil painting.

Japanese professional painters mostly take the path of oil painting.

In fact, the gouache paint comes from his own hometown next door.

This is not a pigment with a long history, but a compromise made to meet the larger needs of painting in an era of scarcity.

Although gouache works are difficult to preserve, the price is too cheap. For poor students, it is difficult to refuse, so much so that they have now traveled across the ocean to Japan.

Qianyu Kazama didn't say much.

After he saw Rina Ishihara's talent revealed by the simulator, a strange conjecture arose in his mind.

He really didn't know much about the real life of traditional painters, and neither did Ishihara Rina, so he suspected that neither he nor Ishihara Rina had ever thought about this problem before.

That is: Is Ishihara Rina's painting talent really limited to illustrations and comics?

Chihiro Ishiguro is considered an expert in the field of traditional painting, otherwise he would not have been specially invited by Hakuin High School to train art students.

Although there is still a big gap compared to those famous people, but the vision is there...

Thinking of this, he directly picked up Xiaoxi's paintbrush, placed the flower plate next to him, and dipped a little bit of each from the already mixed paint plate. After mixing the colors, he began to paint confidently.

First, the grass green background.

He draws quickly, with relaxed and free movements, without any sloppiness.

"Slow down, you may make mistakes if you draw too fast." Senior Sister Xiaoxi reminded in a low voice.

"I can still control it."

Xiaoxi Jingzi pouted, this junior didn't want to listen to the advice.

"The color is very comfortable." She whispered while looking at Qian Yu Kazama's movements.

The students on the side subconsciously looked in the direction of the two of them.

Someone simply got up and walked over to them.

Gradually, Xiaoxi Jingzi's expression became serious.

Even someone like her, who is considered a painting veteran among students, is far from being as free and generous as he is when painting.

When adjusting colors, in order to achieve a color she is satisfied with, she may need to repeat several movements, and she must be very careful when writing.

Of course, she knew why.

Everyone knows that when painting, it is often better to show the spirituality of the painting.

But she could only be cautious, because Hui Shu Fang Qiu's painting required sufficient ability. She didn't think she had reached this level now. She really couldn't do this kind of confident painting method.

“What a beautiful use of color.”

A boy next to Senior Sister Xiaoxi said softly.

Qianyu Kazama ignored them and never stopped using the brush in his hand.

Such a confident posture, coupled with the jaw-dropping performances of several students around him, unsurprisingly attracted Chihiro Ishiguro.

He stood behind Asaha Kazama.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he was surprised, sometimes he was thoughtful.

The expression on his face was that of a chameleon.

During this period, there were also students who gathered around. When they saw Asaba Kazama's movements, they subconsciously wanted to make a sound, but they were stopped by Chihiro Ishiguro's sword and sharp eyes.

When Asaba Kazama stopped writing, the scene unfolded of a girl wearing a wedding veil and holding flowers standing on a green lawn.

"You kid, are you here to cause trouble?"

Ishiguro Chiyu opened his mouth to speak when he saw Asaba Kazama put down the brush and obviously had no intention of continuing to slide.

"Why do Ishiguro-sensei think so?" Asaba Kazama said in surprise.

"This can't be your first time painting gouache." Chihiro Ishiguro said calmly, "There is only one person in this studio who can reach your level."

"I...I can't do it." Xiaoxi Jingzi opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "He writes much more decisively than me."

Asaba Kazama was silent for a moment. Sure enough, my sister Rina, your talent is obviously not just for drawing comics.

He raised his head and said with a smile: "I have said that I used to use computers to draw, and the same is true for my friends who discussed painting techniques with me before."

Chihiro Ishiguro was silent for a moment.

After a long time, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it, took a deep breath, and amid the smoke, he said in a deep voice:

“Have you only ever played with digital tablet painting?”

"Um."

“Have you never really gotten into painting in real life?”

"If you insist on including the gongbi paintings in elementary school art classes, then it probably does."

"The Internet is so magical." Chihiro Ishiguro walked to the corner and put out the cigarette butt, then turned and came to Asaba Kazama, "You came to me this time, you must have something to ask for."

Qian Yufengjian nodded and did not hide anything: "It is true that I want something."

"Come to the next classroom and let's talk."

"Okay!" Qianyu Kazama showed a bright smile.