Bai Ye looked at the teacher, but there was no spark in his eyes, only curiosity.

At the right time, the teacher said slowly: "There are many rumors about your character online and in the market. I actually don't believe it very much. But when I saw it today, I realized that your personality is indeed a bit bad."

Bai Ye was not angry when he heard this, but instead laughed: "That's because you don't understand me yet. If you have been in contact for a long time, you will know that my personality is actually even worse than you imagined...worse!"

"Are you slandering yourself?" the teacher also smiled.

Just as he was about to say something, a student ran in outside and panted, saying, "Teacher, some classmates ran to the stream to play in the water, and they didn't listen no matter how they persuaded them."

"Is itchy skin not."

When the teacher heard this, he didn't care about chatting and turned around and left in a hurry. There was no way, the stream outside the village was also relatively fast. If something happened, he would not be able to take the responsibility.

It is conceivable that a few naughty students will definitely be cursed.

The teacher left, but the students who were left did not leave. After all, in the big yard, there were high walls blocking the sun and the cool breeze blew. They were enjoying it, so they were too lazy to go out.

However, a group of students avoided Bai Ye intentionally or unintentionally, obviously a little afraid of him.

But the little fat man, heartless, came up and whispered: "That... handsome uncle, are you very good at painting?"

"Oh, the little fat man has a good attitude." Bai Ye sat down and smiled and said, "How did you see it?"

"I'm not fat, but I have a lot of meat. Also, my name is Zhu Hongli, please call me Daming, thank you."

After introducing himself, the fat man also showed a honest smile: "You have read our paintings before, and the comments are the same as the teacher. The teacher's paintings are very powerful, and you must be not bad either."

"well enough."

Bai Ye smiled and said, "My paintings are not clear with others. I will definitely be better than you anyway. Xiaopang Zhu, you should work hard. No matter how good your handwriting is, you can't draw, you will definitely not be able to get into the Academy of Fine Arts."

"You hit me again after the teacher finished speaking."

The little fat man wanted to cry again, "Life is too difficult."

"Don't cry, you still have any help."

Bai Ye didn't know whether to comfort or stab her knife, "Looking at your painting, you have reached the level of seven years old. If you work hard for two or three years to improve your level as ten years old, you will almost be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts."

“…”

Even though he was not old, the students next to him thought Bai Ye's words seemed a little arrogant.

"Hmph, arrogant."

The young man Xiaogao expressed his disdain directly.

As a teenager, his emotions are all on his face, and he can't hide them at all, nor will he hide them.

"Handsome uncle, you are so awesome."

The little fat man seemed to believe it, with a look of admiration: "How did you learn it? Can you teach me?"

If his eyes were no longer spinning, his expression would be even more sincere.

Bai Ye glanced at him and immediately said with a smile: "Okay, little fat man, you're very brave, you're tricking me."

"No, no." The little fat man certainly refused to admit it and shook his head quickly, "I sincerely ask for advice. I don't know why, but I always can't draw well. The teacher asked me to draw more and think more, but I still didn't make any progress after doing it."

"I doubt whether I really don't have the talent to draw, and I'm considering whether to continue learning."

The little fat man was in a low mood and a little sad.

Even the students next to him were infected and their expressions were not very natural.

The 16 or 17-year-old boy is no longer a child. They can also experience the expectations of their parents and some pressures in society, and they are more aware of the cruelty of art exams in the art school.

A better art academy has 70,000 or 80,000 students taking the art exam every year, but only 800 places.

This is the real one in a hundred, and the competition is very fierce.

It would be strange if the students saw the data in their eyes and felt no pressure. No one could guarantee that they would be able to do it. So for a moment, a pessimistic atmosphere filled their hearts.

At this moment, Baiye gently poked the fat man's cheek with his fingers. It was full of collagen and elastic, as if it could be broken by blowing, and the feel was really good.

"what?"

The little fat man broke his skills in one second, and his sadness disappeared, leaving only anger.

"I just confirm whether you have talent." Bai Ye said seriously: "Then you can be sure that you have talent and are unique."

“Eh?”

The little fat man is confused.

"real."

Bai Ye emphasized: "Have you never heard a saying? Every fat man is a potential stock. You are such a person. Your talent is hidden deeper and not easily revealed. You need to dig deeper."

The little fat man felt a little confused.

He naturally heard that fat man is a potential stock.

But can this be used here?

Before he could come back to his senses, Bai Ye continued, "If you don't believe it, we can do an experiment and see if the bamboo in the corner of the wall?"

The little fat man quickly looked at it.

I saw a cluster of green bamboos swaying in the corner of the yard.

The green bamboo body and tender green leaves are a bit pleasing to the eye.

"See it."

The little fat man nodded, "What about?"

"Then don't care about the bamboo."

"ah?"

When I heard this, not only the little fat man, but also the students beside me were a little confused.

Fortunately, Bai Ye didn't keep it in a silence and signaled: "Look at the bamboo shadow."

oh.

A group of students suddenly realized and their eyes immediately changed.

In the afternoon, the sun shifted, and the shadow of the bamboo naturally lengthened and projected on the wall.

The rubbing branches and leaves were intertwined on the wall, and there were also spots of light flashing.

Light and shadow are surprisingly harmonious.

At this time, Bai Ye asked again: "If you were asked to draw bamboo shadows, where would you start?"

"this……"

The little fat man was stunned, thought about it and then, scratched his head, and finally said dejectedly: "I feel dazzled, and I don't know how to draw it."

"Don't you understand Yi Hulu's copying?"

Bai Ye pushed the fat man out: "Hurry up and take a pen, draw on the wall, and draw in the shadow."

"ah?"

The little fat man was stunned.

"What, draw it now."

Bai Ye urged, "If you can't draw well, stay here to help me paint the wall."

This is to drive a duck to put it on the shelves.

The little fat man muttered, but he was a little obedient. He obediently walked to the wall, then took out a charcoal pen, and then slowly outlined his hand. He was mainly afraid that the shadow of his body would be projected on the wall and blocked his own view, so he chose such an awkward position.

At the beginning, it must be a little uncomfortable. After all, when the wind blows, the bamboo branches and leaves shake, and the shadows move. The position is deviated, and the lines originally outlined need to be erased and drawn again.

After drawing, rubbing, painting and painting. After repeated several times, the fat man threw the jar and was too lazy to care about it, so he continued to draw.

Moreover, his body was slowly standing upright and standing attentively.

The figure was reflected on the wall, but the fat man was unaware of it. His eyes became focused, and the lines changed from zipping to scratching. Short lines became long lines, and each stroke became bolder and bolder, and the strokes were straightforward and decisive.

Gradually, a group of students couldn't help but come up and observe quietly.

Bai Ye Yuanguan suddenly turned his head and smiled, "Actually, this little fat man is still talented, right?"

At some point, the teacher had already returned and nodded calmly when he heard the sound: "Nonsense, I really don't have the talent, so I'm too lazy to recruit into the training class and destroy my reputation as a famous gold medal teacher."

"It's just that this little brat doesn't know who he learned bad habits. He likes to pick details. If he picks too much, he often ignores the overall layout, resulting in inaccurate shape and imbalance in composition."

The teacher also had a little distortion in his eyes: "I corrected it several times, but it was unsuccessful. Do you think that letting him draw bamboo shadows can improve his bad habits?"
Chapter completed!