Other students arrived at the studio one after another, with more than 30 students in one class.

When the studio was almost half full, there were five or six people sitting in the empty seats beside Kang Kai, all of whom were familiar faces who usually participated in painting competitions. Kang Kai won two good rankings and is considered a "star contestant" among these people.

"Master Kang!" Another classmate called him as soon as he entered the door, and then sat down in the empty seat next to Kang Kai in three or two steps.

"..." Kang Kai started his seventh time and was forced to chat with him: "Hello, hello, the master will not be too good."

The classmate was also familiar with Kang Kai and said, "Yeah, the master is humble. We have seen him on the day of the Xinghai Cup selection. I heard that you were here for this training too, but I didn't expect you to meet him."

Kang Kai: "You are kind."

While Kang Kai was chatting, he couldn't help but look back at what Xu Sheng was doing.

As a result, he only saw half the back of his head - he saw too many of this man in the studio, and was impatient to wait. Xu Sheng's hair grew a little longer and his long legs were able to step under the easel due to insufficient space. He lowered his neck and made a choice between sleeping and playing with his mobile phone. Finally, he chose to sleep.

So the back of the head was completely buried, and the beam of the easel raised the knees, just enough to lie down, and only half of the elbow could be seen from the side.

Among their training students, two star players, one of them Kang Kai and the other is said to have won many grand prizes. The boy wore glasses and sat in the middle of the second row after entering the door, choosing a good perspective.

The two celebrity contestants were greeted by other classmates in the studio.

There is no academic achievement in the world of art candidates, and whoever draws well is the boss.

Xu Sheng slept for more than ten minutes.

With the noise of conversation, the studio teacher came in with a stack of materials books.

Kang Kai didn't care whether Xu Sheng was asleep or not, and sent a message to Xu Sheng:

I really think it's wrong, I suspect I'm going to take the exam.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the phone was shaking against its thighs. Xu Sheng narrowed his eyes and took out his phone.

The studio teacher is a little older than Aunt Kang. The man still doesn't look old at this age. His hair is fashionable and dyed with color and is thin. He stood beside the pile of still life and suppressed all the sounds in the studio in one sentence: "In the basic exam, the tone requires warm tones. It takes two hours to start painting. I'll be exempted from introducing myself. That set is all empty. Use your paintings to let me know you."

The audience was silent: "..."

Then an unexpected wail broke out: "No."

"I'll take the exam as soon as I come?"

Xu Sheng was still shrinking in the back row and didn't sleep enough.

He finished the exam until early morning last night, and talked to his boyfriend until midnight. He packed up his things early in the morning and moved to the dormitory building. Now he lacks sleep.

After hearing this, he put his legs down, leaned back, grabbed his hair, and replied to Kang Kai: What are you afraid of?

After returning, he habitually clicked on Shao Zhan’s chat box, and he ignored Ren Kangkai’s reply.

Kang Kai: I'm so nervous.

-Are you not nervous?

-Where is the person? He fell asleep again?

After the studio teacher briefly introduced himself, Xu Shengcai reluctantly replied to him: I want to sleep and am chatting with my boyfriend.

Kang Kai:...

The whole audience is focused

The point is still on the studio teacher and two celebrity contestants.

Kang Kai made another thrust, and he couldn't wait for a reply for a long time. A classmate from the side came over and whispered: "Master Kang, I like you, first place, we can't lose to the one wearing glasses."

Kang Kai really wanted to say: No, no, no, what are you thinking? The real big guy hurried behind and was busy dating.

Xu Sheng was in the back, and there was a drawing board blocking it, which was not conspicuous, and looked like a wild crane. After sitting up, other students who were close to the back row accidentally swept over his position. In the studio where all the painting skills were speaking, Xu Sheng could rarely rely on his face to shock the students in the back row: Fuck, are you serious about this appearance and legs?

The studio teacher hurriedly swept the audience: "The water room is across the aisle outside. Those who want to receive water can go in batches."

After saying that, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "The exam begins."

-This studio comes up and takes a look at the basic exam, which is also interesting.

-Come on, little painter.

Where did the little painter get his nickname?

Xu Sheng laughed and began to prepare for the exam. After finishing the preparation, he began to look for angles to make composition. He pinched a very thin line pen in his hand and dipped some ochre color on the drawing board to make a draft.

...

Two hours passed, and as soon as the painting was collected, a classmate started whispering.

"I heard that this teacher never gives full marks easily. My cousin also trained in this studio before. He said that it was the end and the highest score was only 148 points.♨https:">Fantasy Literature a>♨"

Sketch, color and sketch are scored 150 and 90 points each.

Finally, someone said: "There are two big guys in our class this time, so there should be two full marks. No matter what, these two are the top two in the Xinghai Cup."

After receiving the painting, the studio teacher did not say much, but said, "In a while, the other two teachers will come to take you to take the sketches and sketches."

After all three subjects were taken, they were left in the studio to continue practicing sketching homework, and the final results were announced.

Before school, the studio teacher then entered the class with a stack of paintings: "There are three full marks this time."

The score guessing session is always the most exciting. Everyone wiped out the fatigue of the past few days and guessed below: "Boss Kang and Boss Wang, Boss Wang, who else got the full mark?"

"It seems that our class is really a master, and the Three Original Color Studio is well-known."

Xu Sheng sat in the corner and took out a piece of candy to satisfy his hunger. He waited for get out of class to pull Kang Kai out for a meal. He casually hooked a 4b pencil in his hand and pinched it between his fingers.

The studio teacher announced the "three full marks": "Xu Sheng, color 150, sketch 150, sketch 150."

All students who thought the three full marks were three: "..."

The studio teacher continued to sign up for his name: "Kang Kai, color 148, sketch..."

Only then did they realize it: What the hell?!

Who is Xu Sheng?

Kang Kai scored the same as another "star player", both 148, but the elder brother obviously was in a bad mood, and no one was completely crushed. And at his level, he would definitely often get full marks in the studio in the past.

However, Kang Kai had no objection to his score, and he also knew why he could only score 148 in a painting that scored 150: because of the comparison.

There is nothing wrong with just seeing it.

Anyone with Xu Sheng's paintings

As soon as the gap came out, the previous 150 points could not be reduced.

Kang Kai thought of this, and asked "Who is Xu Sheng?"

Amid the noise of the room, I couldn't help but look back at what Xu Sheng was doing.

Well... I lowered my head as usual and was replying to the message.

Kang Kai "fucked" in his heart

He said, as Xu Sheng's career fan, he was really sad.

Zi Lai Shu was also asking: "Who is Xu Sheng? Do you know Master Kang?┋Fantasy Literature_┋"

"Yeah, I know."

Kang Kai withdrew his gaze, "He is my dad."

“…”

Fortunately, the studio teacher also had the same questions as the students in the audience. He has taught so many students, and has encountered many outstanding and excellent ones, but he rarely encountered this style of "eye-catching"

Yes, he looked at the audience: "Who is Xu Sheng? I'll take a look."

Xu Sheng sent Kang Kai a sentence "What to eat tonight"

, while raising his hand casually.

The next day, the story of a tycoon in the Sanyuan Color Studio spread throughout other studios.

Xu Sheng didn't have time to care about the rumors. He memorized words every day, and the training period was a consolidation period for art candidates. The weather was completely winter, and he was frozen in his hands while washing the paint plate by the pool, and the drawing paper was getting higher and higher.

Most people stay in the studio until one or two in the morning, day after day.

Xu Sheng was so busy that he had to take time to take a shower. He was filled with intensive training. Shao Zhan was busy with competitions. The two of them would chat a few times every day and occasionally choose time videos.

Last night, Shao Zhan sent an audio file in addition to saying "Good night", and notes: Listen to it tomorrow.

People in the studio are familiar with him and occasionally come to see him for demonstration. There are always three or two people around him, and today is no exception: "Can we see you draw for a while?"

Xu Sheng did not refuse, so he found the headphones and put them on.

When Xu Sheng was painting, he used to putting things on one earphone with one side of his headphones, and while listening, he began to look for proportions and draft according to the pictures.

After putting on the headphones, the audio downloaded yesterday will automatically play, which will last 38 minutes.

When Xu Sheng downloaded it yesterday, he thought it would be the course speech or study summary shared by Shao Zhan from the Internet, but he didn't care. However, after the automatic playback, he couldn't control the line force and drew a long thread: "..."

The students next to him did not miss Xu Sheng's drawing steps: "Xu Shen, is this line? Is it an auxiliary line?"

Xu Sheng pinched the plastic rubber and wiped the thread off, pretending to be calm and said, "No, your hand slips."

There was two seconds of blank space at the beginning of the audio, and then a sound that he was too familiar to be more familiar to him came through the headphone cable, as if speaking to his left ear: "Today is the ninth day of training."
To be continued...