Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

Zhang Hao let out a low heh.

"Paper and pen serve!"

Brother Dumao trotted all the way to the room to fetch paper, pens, tables and chairs.

Zhang Hao focused on picking up the pen, gesturing back and forth against the paper.

a long time.

He nodded.

Lin Wan'er was very puzzled, "Teacher, what are you trying to do?"

Zhang Hao smiled.

"Drawing."

"I just said that I will pay her a summoned beast."

"So now I want to draw a summoned beast that has never existed in this world."

Lin Wan'er was taken aback.

The teacher is too perfunctory.

Draw a summoned beast to pay others?

We don't bring such insults.

really.

Shi Lingling, who was crying into tears, was now furious.

"You deceive people too much!"

And Zhang Hao shook his head.

"Young man, don't be impatient."

"My nine-year compulsory education is broad and profound, how can you fully understand it?"

"Miaomiao, Wan'er."

"Taking this opportunity, I will give you an art class."

"Teach you the way of painting!"

Lin Wan'er was moved.

Art class?
The way of painting?
It is a new class that has never been taken before.

Brother Dumao was respectful and listened attentively.

The teacher has to impart new knowledge again.

"The way of painting, one table and one chair, one stroke of paper, one inkstone and one ink, one person, one painting, one world."

"The way of painting emphasizes the unity of nature and man. What is painted is all kinds of beings, what is painted is all beings, what is drawn is you, and what is drawn is me."

"One way of painting is all-encompassing."

"Categorized into ink painting, oil painting, printmaking, gouache painting, mural painting, comics, meticulous painting...etc."

"Before the art class starts, I want to tell you a story so that you can have a preliminary understanding of the way of painting."

"The finishing touch to a story."

The two hurriedly took out their pens and notebooks to record.

Zhang Hao nodded, very satisfied with the learning attitude of the two students.

"There is a painter named Zhang Sengyou, whose paintings are particularly vivid. One year, Zhang Sengyou was ordered to draw four golden dragons on the wall. The four dragons were vivid, lifelike, and lifelike. At first glance, they were no different from real dragons. For a moment, the onlookers were amazed."

"However, when people took a closer look, they found that none of these dragons had eyes. This made everyone very puzzled, and they all asked Zhang Sengyou to add eyes to the dragons. Zhang Sengyou smiled and said that it is not difficult to draw eyes on the dragons. But once the eyes are drawn, the four dragons fly away."

"When everyone heard this, they all burst into laughter, thinking that he was very ridiculous. How could the drawn dragon fly away? Everyone didn't believe it, and thought he was joking."

"Therefore, Zhang Sengyou had no choice but to agree to draw eyes for two of the dragons first. In front of everyone, he picked up a brush and lightly dotted the eyes on the paintings. As soon as he finished painting, an incredible thing happened, and the sky suddenly became dark clouds. , Immediately after a burst of lightning and thunder, in the violent storm, the two dragons actually broke through the wall, flew into the air, and finally disappeared in the clouds."

"Everyone was stunned. When the clouds cleared and the sky cleared up, everyone saw that there were only two dragons left on the white wall."

"That's the story that puts the finishing touches on it."

Lin Wan'er pondered after hearing this.

If it was before, when she heard this story, she would definitely think it was just a story.

But after she entered the nine-year compulsory education and learned the way of fiction and fantasy, her ability to accept new things that break the rules has greatly increased.

The story told by the teacher has already explained the essence of painting very clearly.

"The way of painting, the way of transformation!"

"The pen walks through the void, using paper as a medium, touches all things!"

"This way is somewhat similar to the way of fantasy in my novels."

"Teacher... am I right?"

Zhang Hao was satisfied, and gave Lin Wan'er an approving look.

"Very good!"

"Wan'er, your comprehension ability is very strong."

"You summed it up very well."

"not bad."

Brother Dumao's eyes were dull.

It was obvious that his reaction was a step slow. While he was still thinking, Lin Wan'er had already explained the mystery.

As a school bitch, he clenched his fists in annoyance.

How can a student who started a nine-year compulsory education lose to his schoolgirl in matters of study?

This is an unforgivable thing!

Brother Dumao fell into a deep self-blame.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao naturally knew what was going on in his mind, so he comforted him.

"Miaomiao, everyone has their own strengths. As the representative of the mathematics class, with your hairstyle, it is obvious that you are better at science."

"It's normal for you to be inferior to Bai Wei and Wan'er in this kind of art subject."

Brother Dumbao was silent.

He secretly swears in his heart that as the first disciple of Kaishan, he vows to develop morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor in an all-round way. No matter what subject, he will bravely strive for the first place!

Zhang Hao raised the pen in his hand.

"Alright!"

"Next, it will be the moment to witness the way of painting!"

He has a serious face, and the pen moves freely, in one go.

a long time.

painted.

The two watched with reverence and worship.

The two were shocked!

Is this what the teacher said about painting?
The painting in front of me...

Really painting?

Distorted lines, exaggerated style of painting, a mass of black bumps.

It's like a three-year-old's scribbles.

If it wasn't from the teacher's hand, they even suspect that it is not a painting at all.

It's like a piece of paper dropped on the ground, left by someone stepping on it with two feet.

"Teacher, forgive us for being stupid."

"Is there anything special about your painting?"

"What is your painting, and what is the central idea of ​​your expression?"

Zhang Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his face full of doubts.

"Shouldn't be."

"The painting technique I just used is the style and technique of ink painting."

"Although ink painting pays more attention to artistic conception than realism, the things I paint should be clear at a glance."

"Can't you see that what I painted is a kind of divine beast?"

The two shook their heads.

There is only a mass of black bumps on the painting.

They really didn't see anything.

Zhang Hao scratched his head, lowered his head and savored his paintings carefully.

"Forehead!"

frown.

"Cough cough!"

"My drawing skills...are as bad as ever, and I haven't improved at all."

"Take it as if I didn't say it just now."

"This is not ink painting, I just used abstract techniques."

"The so-called abstract art is to break the painting style that imitates nature."

"My painting is about a black and white mythical beast."

Zhang Hao picked up the painting with his hand.

"Draw out what you want in your heart, this is the first step."

"Next, it will be the moment to witness the miracle."

There were words in his mouth.

"If you draw beans, you will get beans, and if you draw melons, you will get melons..."

Zhang Hao suddenly put his hand on the painting and pressed down hard.

His arm actually penetrated into the painting.

Then, as if he had touched something, he pulled it hard.

A black and white creature was pulled out of the painting by Zhang Hao.

Shi Lingling and the historian watched this scene dumbfounded.

"This is the summoned beast I want to pay you."

"Exchanging it for Miaomiao is definitely worth the money."