Chapter 71: On-Site Imitation

Zhong Yu's pupils shook.

Sketching is a fundamental course for all fine arts students. Many painting masters believe that one must first be a master of sketching; without its foundation, one cannot become a master.

Some painting masters even assert: "If there's no color, sketching is everything."

Leaving aside the validity of such a viewpoint, the importance of sketching in painting is self-evident. This is why Zhong Yu, already a third-year fine arts student, continues to diligently practice sketching.

For someone like Zhong Yu, who has studied sketching for many years, he considers his skill level to be quite decent.

But today, this perception was completely shattered by a sophomore student in just ten minutes!

"..."

Lin Yuan stared fixedly at the ground beneath Zhong Yu's feet.

Zhong Yu, awakening from a daze, quickly adorned his face with a smile and took the cleaning tools from Lin Yuan's hands. "Master, how can I let you do this kind of rough work? Let me clean up! "

Without waiting for Lin Yuan to speak, Zhong Yu swiftly cleaned the eraser shavings under his seat. Then, he helped Lin Yuan sit in his own place, overflowing with enthusiasm. "I'm Zhong Yu, a third-year fine arts student!"

"I'm Lin Yuan."

"All right, all right, Master Lin Yuan, you sit first. Let me clean up, and then we can chat!"

Saying this, Zhong Yu quickly walked over to the nearby students. The smile on his face disappeared. "You, get up."

"Zhong Yu?!"

The other person immediately stood up, looking somewhat bewildered, and quickly said, "How can I let you clean up? I'll do it..."

"No need."

Zhong Yu finished cleaning the other person's seat, then moved on to the next one. In a plain tone that brooked no refusal, he said, "You get up."

"Okay."

Zhong Yu's cleaning efficiency was much higher than Lin Yuan's.

Wherever he cleaned, sometimes without saying a word, the members sitting there would automatically stand up.

After finishing cleaning, Zhong Yu put away the broom, brought a small chair from somewhere, and smiled again, sitting attentively beside Lin Yuan. "Master! Can you teach me to sketch?"

Lin Yuan shook his head. "Too troublesome."

Zhong Yu's smile persisted. "As long as you do what you did just now and make some changes to my drawing, it'll be fine."

Lin Yuan frowned. "There are too many changes needed."

The amount of work is too much.

Zhong Yu's smile froze, feeling a bit struck. "Is my drawing that bad?"

Lin Yuan nodded. "Yes."

Zhong Yu mournfully said, "Master, you really need to teach me. Of course, I won't let you do it for free. If you need anything, just tell me..."

Experts can tell at a glance.

In ten minutes, Zhong Yu was enough to see the terror of Lin Yuan.

Even if a teacher from the fine arts department personally took action, it might not be possible to bring a drawing to the level Lin Yuan did in ten minutes. So, Zhong Yu was sure that he had encountered a real master today.

If he could get guidance from such a master, it would be a huge gain!

Lin Yuan's heart moved. "Actually, I can teach, too."

Zhong Yu was overjoyed. "Any requirements, Master, just say."

Lin Yuan said seriously, "You have to pay a fee."

Zhong Yu suddenly became nervous. "Master, how much is the fee..."

Lin Yuan thought for a moment. "Two hundred per hour."

Zhong Yu was stunned for a moment.

Lin Yuan thought he might have asked for too much and was about to lower the price when Zhong Yu hastily spoke, fearing that Lin Yuan might change his mind: "Deal!"

At first, he was indeed scared. He thought that a master like Lin Yuan would charge an exorbitant fee, but unexpectedly, it was only two hundred per hour—

Too conscientious!

In the painting field in Qin Prefecture, a master of this level, not to mention two hundred per hour, even if he asked for a thousand per hour, there would probably be people willing to learn!

"Deal!"

Lin Yuan was also very happy. With this price, he could earn more by sitting on the roadside and drawing sketches for passersby. Because he had considered the idea of ​​setting up a stall to make money before, he also understood the market.

He had misunderstood the system before.

It's better to teach people to fish than to give them fish!

Although painting skills might not bring Lin Yuan income from songs or novels in the short term, he could continuously earn lesson fees by teaching others painting skills.

A Penny Saved is a Penny Earned!

Lin Yuan glanced at his phone and said, "Let's get started. It's almost one o'clock now. How many hours do you want to dedicate to learning?"

In business, integrity is paramount.

Since Lin Yuan was charging a fee, he was committed to providing thorough and dedicated instruction.

"How about this, master, first try to copy this painting, and we'll calculate the time later."

Zhong Yu flipped through the art book and finally found the most challenging drawing, depicting a man with curly hair and a beard.

Just dealing with this lush hair alone would be enough to challenge 80% of the art students.

"Alright."

Lin Yuan didn't feel the difficulty too much. At most, it would take a bit more time. After all, he needed to handle this abundant hair in a natural way.

"The pencils are here."

All twenty-one types of pencils were available, some with dull tips. Zhong Yu quickly sharpened them.

Lin Yuan began to draw.

The fact that these imitation materials could appear in the art students' sketchbooks indicated that they were the work of some sketching masters. Lin Yuan didn't dare to claim surpassing them, but because he was copying, the difficulty of perfect reproduction was not that high.

At the beginning, Zhong Yu would ask some questions.

But as Lin Yuan's strokes became clearer, Zhong Yu basically stopped talking, just watching intently, occasionally inhaling sharply.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Because Lin Yuan was being paid, he drew very seriously. His wrist moved rapidly, not missing any details, and he handled everything very well. Meanwhile, his drawing speed surpassed that of an average person.

At this moment.

Behind Lin Yuan, a club member passed by, casually glanced at Lin Yuan's drawing board, and couldn't look away. Their mouths slightly opened, and they stood there watching.

Immediately after, another new member passed by.

Similarly, after glancing at Lin Yuan's drawing board, this person decisively put down what they were holding, with a shocked expression, silently standing there observing.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Within Lin Yuan's 180-degree radius, more and more members gathered. Each person stared wide-eyed at Lin Yuan's rapid drawing. Some even subconsciously held their breath.

"Done."

Drawing absorbed Lin Yuan's spirit, and he didn't notice the commotion around him until he completely finished the imitation. Only then did he realize that he was surrounded by a crowd, estimating more than twenty people, and some were even squeezed to the periphery.

"Wow!"

"Amazing."

"Who is this master?"

"Isn't this the legendary on-site imitation? I've never seen anyone imitate this uncle's image before!"

"It looks so alike!"

"Is this the new genius in our painting club, and he's just a student? This level is terrifying, feels like on par with our teacher!"

"..."

As Lin Yuan finished, a series of exclamations finally echoed around. Zhong Yu, sitting beside Lin Yuan, finally felt something was amiss and quickly stood up to shoo people away. "Don't you guys have anything else to do? Why are you all crowding here!"

No one wanted to leave.

Although Zhong Yu had seniority in the painting club, there were people with even more seniority, and Zhong Yu couldn't drive them away at all. Everyone still stared at Lin Yuan's artwork, and some even tried to squeeze to the front to greet Lin Yuan.

"What are you all doing?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind. Everyone finally stopped pushing and looked at the person behind them, their expressions showing either reverence or nervousness.

"Vice President..."