Urban god level system

It was different from the past, this time it was accompanied by a terrible thunder, rumbling, and then the golden dragon's dull voice came, "Ding! Do you want to enter the lottery selection?"

"Enter."

Soon the golden dragon coiled up, but only one of the six options could be seen, and the other options were looming, and most of them were covered by dark clouds along with the golden dragon's body.

Big black and white hands were looming, thunder was loud, he had an ominous premonition, the obvious lottery disc was slowly turning, many times slower than before, something happened.

Finally, the big black and white hands stopped on Hongchen Technology, and then one by one strange names flashed slowly, 2200 early-generation bionic system, 2200 floating light wheel sports car, 2250 genius learning system, 2250 small spaceship.

His heart beat faster, and the disc continued to rotate, because the speed was much slower, and the names of many things were seen, 2250 robot butler, 2250 robot bodyguard, 2250 robot chef... 2300 supercomputer.

The disc stopped spinning, and a draw called the 'Genius Learning System' was drawn, which was a product of more than 200 years later.

Posted this time!

He was extremely excited, drew several prizes, and finally got something good. This 'Genius Learning System' sounds very good, and the first Hongchen technology has been released.

Can't wait to return to the real space, a delicate blue sunglasses appeared, the exterior lens is as beautiful as sapphire, showing aristocratic temperament, after wearing it, a series of numbers appeared inside the sunglasses, and the 'Genius Learning System' started.

Zhen Yingjun slowly understood that the 'Genius Learning System' is an advanced computer that can record everything the user sees, allowing the user to learn any technology that is recorded, imitating and reaching third-rate in a very short time level.

He was shocked. This thing is simply a must-have item for a 'genius'. If it is used to learn Kung Fu or something, wouldn't it be able to mass-produce Kung Fu masters or something.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside an art school in City A. When Yingjun saw him, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. Why did the driver come to this place?

Looking at the driver's face, it was flushed. I don't know if it was due to his skin color, or he was drunk.

Seeing the handsome expression, Lan Qian smiled knowingly, and said, "Drunk driving is now going to jail."

She smiled slightly and continued: "Many products of our Skyworth Network Company are related to this art school. For example, the graphic design and art engineers are all from here. Good design is naturally closer to success."

Lan Qian looked at the art school and said with some regret, "Master Zhao Fei's personal disciple came recently. I had looked for her before, but unfortunately I didn't meet her."

"Master Zhao Fei, that is a celebrity. It is said that after his death, a painting was fired for nearly ten million."

Lan Qian nodded after listening, "I didn't expect you to know this, so you should know Master Zhao Fei's personal disciple."

"I don't know about this."

Lan Qian listened, and said slowly, "Master Zhao Fei's disciple is very powerful, and he is also the founder of this art school. Although she is a female stream, she is nearly 30 years old, but it is said that she is already on par with Master Zhao Fei in terms of Chinese painting. "

After hearing this, he didn't know what it was like anymore. It was really hard to compare people and goods, and he was 25 years old, and he couldn't help but feel sad for nothing.

Lan Qian held back her laughter and asked with concern, "What's wrong with your eyes? They're all wet, don't feel inferior, a famous teacher produces a good apprentice, just like me, everything I have today is not my own."

Yingjun immediately dissipated his unhappiness when he heard the words, and his face was full of spirits, "How could I feel inferior? I just lamented that Master Zhao Fei's disciples valued inheriting traditions, integrated the strengths of various schools, absorbed the essence of Chinese painting, and all methods of coloring. Forming my own colorful, novel and vivid unique style of painting, I can't help crying when I think of it."

Lan Qian looked at him in surprise, and said with a half-smile, "Let's go."

Then the car drove slowly into the art school. Basically, the art school is full of young and beautiful women. Entering this school feels like being among thousands of flowers, although there are still many boys in this academy.

After getting out of the car, I took a closer look and saw a woman with a good figure and good looks, wearing a low-cut black dress with a backless back, a black gauze over the outside, and a pair of slender snow-white legs under the very short skirt. Lan Qian said hello.

The woman's walking posture is really good, especially the plump curves, which make people nosebleed.

Lan Qian nodded to her, and unexpectedly left the big white dog to chat with her.It turned out that she was a married lady, four years older than Zhen Yingjun, and she was the disciple of Master Zhao Fei, the dean of this academy of fine arts.

Her skin was white, but she seemed very old. After they chatted for a while, he followed them into the teaching building.

After walking for some time, Lan Qian seemed to remember something, she suddenly turned around and looked around, only to find that the big white dog had disappeared, her eyes widened, and she was about to stare at Yingjun, only to realize that he was also gone.

Lan Qian asked a little strangely, "Where did that guy go?"

The big white dog is so cute, it is very rare with a snow-white body, most of the girls want to tease it when they see it, but the dog is a very loyal pet, and it doesn't pay attention to how these girls wave , and continued to follow the handsome footsteps, which made him very proud.

Proud, proud, there was a row of girls who provoked him very quickly, handsome was blocked by girls, many girls were envious, why didn't he have such a good dog, many people asked him to buy the big white dog the meaning of.

Although I don't understand the power of the big white dog, but this is not an ordinary dog, so he refused decisively. When he squeezed out of the crowd of girls, Lan Qian's back was no longer visible.

"Where is the person? Where did you go?" He was so busy that he turned around and ran forward with big strides.

Finally, after a trot, I saw Lan Qian with an anxious expression on her face. Following her to the studio where Dean Zhao was, there were already ten students painting there. He didn't lift up, he didn't say anything, he was painting seriously.

And on the blackboard in the studio, the words "painting with the mind" are written.

Presumably this is the homework left by Dean Zhao. Feeling the atmosphere here, he made a silent movement towards the big white dog. Immediately, the big white dog lay there quietly without making a sound.

After Lan Qian saw this scene, she liked the big white dog even more, and the love in her eyes became stronger.

"Dean Zhao, take a look at what we discussed last time..."

Dean Zhao said directly: "There is no need to discuss, the old rules, you take away my students who win in painting, and pay whatever you want."

After hearing this, Lan Qian sat down helplessly, and said in a low voice, "I have also studied painting for ten years, and my level is close to the second-rate level. It should not be difficult to beat your student again."

Hearing what Lan Qian's boss said, Zhen Yingjun was quite touched. It turned out that it was not easy for this woman to be the boss. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

I saw that the paintbrush in Lan Qian's hand moved like a swimming dragon when she was painting, and she had a strange sense of beauty. This woman seems to be not simple.

He immediately put on the 'Genius Learning System', and the system started immediately, his vision became extremely sharp, as if countless lights were generated in the space, converging on the area he was looking at.

"Huh? It's the improvement of concentration."

An hour later, Lan Qian stopped the painting in her hand. What she drew was a man, and her painting skills were quite good. Although the man was not lifelike, there was a kind of charm attached to the depths of his eyes. At first glance, it seemed that the man was watching you.

This painting skill is very expressive!
And Dean Zhao took a look, walked up to her students and looked behind her, she smiled, her students' painting skills are still good, after all, they are from a famous teacher, compared with Lan Qian's paintings, it is difficult to distinguish High and low, the standard is good.

Except for Lan Qian who finished painting, the other three painted figures, and all of them were finished. One drew a young man, the other a middle-aged beautiful woman, one drew a young girl, and the three painted a picture of a young girl. It's not enough to express the artistic conception.

This made him a little relieved, and his boss seemed to have won.

After 10 minutes, the other seven people had finished painting. Dean Zhao looked at it, clapped his hands and said, "Let's compare them together?"

A girl saw that someone drew a man, and she was dissatisfied: "The teacher told us to focus on painting, how can you draw a man?"

After Lan Qian heard this, dissatisfaction flashed across her eyes.

One of the girls answered: "I want to try what Dean Zhao said about drawing an artistic conception, but I can't always do it, so I drew my boyfriend."

"Oh."

Immediately, the four of them picked up their own paintings, and he followed them. After a while, all the people entered an office. There were many Chinese paintings hanging in the room. People have a sense of shock.

Dean Zhao was drawing a picture, maybe she had waited too long, she also drew a man herself, an old man with white hair, but Dean Zhao tore it up and drew it again, this time It is landscape painting.

With a thought in his heart, Zhen Yingjun put on the 'Genius Learning System'. After 10 minutes, Director Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and finally finished the painting, but Zhen Yingjun was shocked.

"Teacher, this is our homework."

After hearing this, Dean Zhao scanned the paintings of the ten people, and then a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and said, "Your paintings are not bad, but you still can't find any sense of artistic conception."

She looked at it for a long time, and it was exactly as she saw it, and sighed, "The talents in the Chinese painting world are withered, and even I, a woman who can only paint a five-point artistic conception, can be called a master. Some of you have followed me ten times." Years later, the later ones have been with me for five years, and they still can’t draw a work with artistic conception, it’s really not as good as the previous generation.”

Dean Zhao didn't blame anyone, and his tone seemed very disappointed, which made the students very ashamed. Although their talents were not very high, they studied very hard.

Dean Zhao continued: "It's no wonder you, look at this painting, the society is progressing now, and everyone has a lot of chores, it is very difficult to devote yourself to painting, even Skyworth Network Company So does my boss."