Give one hundred million to answer the question

Chapter 68
"Is he the genius you cultivated in batches?" Tang Song stared at Jessim solemnly.

A smile curled up at the corner of Eric's mouth, and he said: "Yes, he is my most successful work, and although Ryan and Jack are not as successful as him, they are still enough to catch up with the people you worked so hard to dig out, aren't they? "

Eric told Tang Song that there are hundreds of such outstanding works in the studio.

Tang Song was shocked immediately.

He didn't expect Eric to be so frantic that he would take in so many children for training.

Tang Song could see that although Jessim's creative method was anti-human and somewhat unconventional and genius-like, it was essentially through instilling a large amount of memory that he developed muscle memory.

Therefore, when Jessim creates, he will not hesitate at all.

Because it's something he's done thousands of times.

But also because of this, this kind of action has solidified in Jesm's mind.

The works he can create will only be a series, or a pattern.

Unless Jesm can forget the training he has been receiving in this life, he will never be able to get rid of this cage.

"So what?!" Eric's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, "At least I succeeded! What about you?"

"Look at the people you selected. Apart from being able to draw, do they have their own creativity?"

"Can you guarantee that everyone you pick is a genius?"

"These mediocre people, under my command, they can also become characters like Jessim!"

Tang Song firmly believes that in addition to geniuses should be worth discovering, there should be no discrimination in education.

Everyone has their own unique artistic talents, and they should not be taught rigidly.

However, I have worked so hard for so many years, but few of the students I have taught are decent.

This inevitably made Tang Song a little disheartened.

"Perhaps...you are right."

Just as the divine light in Tang Song's eyes gradually dimmed, he suddenly heard an exclamation.

"He... what is he doing?!"

Among the onlookers, someone exclaimed.

Tang Song raised his head quickly and looked at Ye Chen's table.

I saw that Ye Chen had opened his eyes and started to create.

He quickly developed a plate of ink, then splashed it all over the drawing paper.

Then he picked up the brush and smeared quickly on the drawing paper.

Tang Song had some doubts in his heart, did this young man want to do splash-ink painting?

But looking at Ye Chen's movements, it doesn't look like he is painting, but it looks like he is writing.

What they are comparing is painting, not calligraphy!

Eric was also attracted by the crowd's exclamation, but after seeing Ye Chen's movements clearly, he was relieved.

He has researched on unique arts all over the world, especially focusing on Huaguo.

Ink painting, as the traditional Chinese painting of Huaguo, can be said to be the representative of Chinese painting.

In his early years, Eric also specially went to Huaguo Academy of Fine Arts to study, and his understanding of Huaguo's ink painting is comparable to that of a first-class painter.

Just from Ye Chen's movements, he could tell that this young man was not painting at all.

"Tang, this student of yours doesn't seem to be very resistant to stress." Eric commented, "It seems that he has started to paint indiscriminately now."

Tang Song rolled his eyes, who told you that he was my student?

I don't even know it!

Just when both of them were at a loss, Ye Chen suddenly stopped the brush in his hand and raised his right hand: "I finished the drawing."

Tang Song sighed and shook his head. It seemed that the young man gave up on himself. After scribbling on the drawing paper randomly, he directly chose to end the game.

Looking at Jessim, even though the painting is still a little short of details, he can already imagine the perfect painting from the few pictures revealed.

Eric's training of Jesm is far beyond Tang Song's imagination.

Tang Song knew that he had lost completely in this competition.

"Teacher Tang, don't you want to come and see my paintings?" Ye Chen sent a warm invitation with a sunny smile on his face.

Tang Song thought about it, and felt that he should give some encouragement to the young people, so he went straight to Ye Chen's side, ready to give him some constructive comments.

"You lost to Jessim today, but you are not wronged. You can only blame me for not teaching well...Huh?!"

While commenting, Tang Song looked at Ye Chen's painting.

Halfway through the speech, it suddenly turned into a suspicious syllable with an extremely rising ending, as if seeing something unbelievable.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly took out his glasses from his pocket, bent down, and began to study the painting carefully.

Eric narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

It can make Tang Song exclaim in an unusual way, what exactly did this young man draw?
His strong curiosity made him walk towards Ye Chen involuntarily. As soon as he got close, he heard Jessim's voice.

"I finished."

After only being embarrassed for a moment, Eric walked directly in the direction of Jasm.

Compared with Ye Chen's paintings, he wants to know what the Jessim he cultivated by surprise created.

Now that both sides have been created, the competition will automatically end.

Eric came to Jessim's side and looked down.

I saw a perfect ink painting on the table, and the content of the painting was a classic foreign cultural relic painting.

Jessim restored almost every detail in place, and it can be seen that Jessim's understanding of the painting can be said to be meticulous.

If this painting is put together with the original, as long as no one reminds, 100% no one will be able to tell the difference directly.

Eric was pleasantly surprised by this amazing memory of the painting.

"This is my masterpiece!" Eric thought with relief.

He spent such a long time cultivating Jessim, until today, he finally saw the strength of the painter he trained in Huaguo, and Eric couldn't help feeling relieved.

On the other side, Tang Songzheng frowned, staring at the painting in front of him lost in thought.

It's not that he doesn't want to comment, but that he doesn't know where to start from for a while.

Ye Chen kindly reminded: "Teacher Tang, the competition is over."

"I know!" Tang Song replied angrily.

Don't you see that I'm conceiving language?
Jessim also walked up to Ye Chen's painting, staring at his ink painting, not knowing how to comment for a while.

From his point of view, this refers to a simple splash-ink landscape painting.

"Oh? Really?" Ye Chen squeezed Jessim away, reached out and turned the painting over.

(End of this chapter)