Xiao Gao's works were handed in the last place, and he also painted them the longest time, and it took more than an hour.

He colored the paintings, the colorful colors were very gorgeous and complex.

He painted a corner of the garden, from the window of the house, and from the perspective of visiting out. A small pavilion, rockery and rockery, and dense vegetation.

There is another half moon, hanging high in the sky.

The water waves in the pond reflect the waning moon, emitting a shimmering like jade.

It can be seen that Xiao Gao has a big heart, so he drew a lot of things, almost filling the drawing paper. But it is also said that he has a little control over composition.

There are piles of scenery, and under his arrangement, the picture is not crowded.

As far as the landscape paintings are sparse and dense, his work is also qualified.

Of course it's just passing, so there's no surprise.

So Bai Ye frowned and asked, "How many points do you think you can score this painting?"

"What kind of points?" Xiao Gao asked back, and then said confidently, "If it is ten, it will definitely be ten points. If it is ten points, it will be ninety points."

Bai Ye was surprised: "Why is the percentage system not full marks?"

"The remaining ten, so that you can give it to me." Xiao Gao was full of confidence.

“…”

Bai Ye was silent for a moment and put down his pen, "I can't change your painting."

"Ah, is it too perfect?"

Xiao Gao couldn't help but smile happily.

"No."

White leaves are poured with cold water, "Mainly in the exam, you can't complete the painting at all, so you can just brush it down, there is no need to modify it at all."

"What?"

Xiao Gao was dissatisfied, "Why do you say I can't finish it? Didn't I draw it now?"

"I don't know when you got involved in the problem of being careful with details and liked to be complicated. But I want to remind you that there are time limits in art exams, and there is also a lot of psychological pressure during the exam."

Bai Ye’s tone was plain, saying a fact, “You can draw the work in great detail now, but when you really go to the exam room, you will find that time passes very quickly and you can’t complete the work at all.”

"Don't believe it."

Bai Ye raised his hand and stopped Xiao Gao's rebuttal, "We can do an experiment."

"Give you ten minutes."

He took out his phone and opened the timing software, "You don't need to be too detailed when drawing a sphere. Just draw the relationship between the five tones and three sides. It's simple."

"Now……"

Bai Ye snapped his fingers and said, "Start!"

Xiao Gao curled his lips, picked up the charcoal pen with a relaxed expression, and outlined it on the painting. But after drawing for a moment, his eyes glanced at the clock screen that was pounding rapidly, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but get a little faster.

Even a few minutes later, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

“…wrong.”

Unpredictable, the fat man reminded: "The shadow is painted in reverse."

Click!

Xiao Gao heard the sound and suddenly used force on his wrist and directly broke the tip of the pen.

For a moment, his face turned pale and he could no longer draw.

"Did you see it?"

Bai Ye took the opportunity to educate everyone, "This is psychological pressure. In the exam room, especially those who are new to the exam room, you will always be affected by the pressure without realizing it, and your performance will be unstable."

"That's how you are."

Bai Ye looked at Xiao Gao with a serious expression, "You may not be conscious, but you are already showing off your skills unintentionally. Do you think you are very powerful, don't want to draw simple things, and like to draw complex compositions to highlight your abilities?"

"I don't."

Xiao Gao lowered his head and felt a little guilty.

"No?"

Bai Ye smiled, picked up his brush and looked around, "If I tell you, I can draw his work in one minute and draw it better than him, do you believe it?"

"What?"

"impossible."

"It's so ridiculous."

A group of students heard the sound and subconsciously shook their heads and refused to believe it.

If they had to say it for half an hour or more, they would believe it.

One minute, who believes it?

People are not copying machines, nor are they copying and pasting on computers. Where can they have this ability?

"Teacher, you might as well say that you can go to heaven."

"Yes, you're exaggerating..."

Questions come one after another.

“Time.”

Bai Ye didn't talk nonsense, he just picked up his pen and drew it. When he brushed it, a group of students felt that there was a flash in front of him, and there was a sound full of rhythm and rhythm, which was briskly transmitted into their ears.

One minute...

No, to be exact, less than a minute.

Bai Ye stopped writing and pressed the timing software for only fifty-three seconds.

"Yeah, it's pretty good, it's seven seconds."

Bai Ye smiled and showed the work, "You can see, what do you think of my painting?"

A group of students immediately surrounded him.

At first glance, they frowned before they wanted to say that Bai Ye was lying to others.

After all, Bai Ye's painting is very simple, and compared with Xiao Gao's works, the difference is very big. It is not a painting at all. But if they look at it more, they will be silent and their eyes will shine.

Even though the lines of the brush and ink are very simple in this painting, a few simple strokes outline a small table, a pot, a few cups, and a crescent moon outside the window.

Except, nothing else.

There are no rockery ponds, plants and trees, and the moon on the water surface. However, it is such a simple composition, and a group of students have a deep impression after seeing it.

They are artistic students and have great talent.

After carefully observing the pictures, you can naturally appreciate the artistic conception.

At the same time, Bai Ye also pulled Xiao Gao's works over and placed them with his own paintings.

This contrast is more obvious. From the same perspective, the painting of Baiye omits complex scenery, but uses a simple composition, but further highlights the profound artistic conception.

In contrast, Xiao Gao's paintings have been blindly pursuing gorgeousness, but instead have fallen behind.

So after comparison, Xiao Gao suddenly reached out and picked up his work, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into the garbage can next to him. After doing it, he clapped his hands and walked back without looking back...

It’s not that I left the studio angry, but that I returned to my seat and picked up the picture book to continue practicing.

"Bai Ye, are you bullying others again? I'm asking you to guide them and improve themselves, not asking you to attack them and destroy their confidence..."

A voice came and everyone hurriedly looked at it.

"headmaster……"

Amid the call of a group of students, Yu Chi walked in, and there was a young man behind him. The young man in his twenties also had a bit of a youthful look on his face, perhaps he was a student in school.

"If you don't even have this confidence, don't take any art exams." Bai Ye stood up, feeling that Yu Chi was a little underestimating the students' ability to bear.
Chapter completed!