Chapter 85: This Is Still Very Lin Yuan

After a brief silence in the painting class, a sudden thunderous exclamation echoed through the quiet classroom.

"My goodness!"

"Who is this divine being?"

"Someone in the group claimed that the master's watercolor skills were lacking, so they brought us here to help. Is this considered 'lacking'?"

"It's terrifying."

"If this isn't good enough, then the painting students should all pack up and go home. After going home, my mom will ask me why I kneel to look at paintings."

"We did come to help."

"But not to help paint, but to help with water, pass brushes, assist with chairs, and handle pigments."

"..."

The students were dumbfounded.

Class monitor Cao Bin was also dumbfounded.

He thought Lin Yuan had called senior painting students to help with painting, but he didn't expect Lin Yuan to have called them to be assistants!

Isn't this a job anyone can do?

Zhong Yu swallowed hard and spoke with some difficulty, "So, apart from sketching, you're also proficient in watercolor, huh?"

Let's share a bit of art knowledge.

Sketching studies the relationship between form and space, while watercolor expresses color and the environment. If one must find a connection between the two, it's probably the pursuit of a certain sense of three-dimensionality. Therefore, many famous artists specialize in one direction.

Some focus on sketching.

Some on watercolor.

Some paint oil paintings.

Some paint traditional Chinese paintings.

Aside from their specialization, these renowned artists, when dabbling in other types of painting, generally don't fall short in skill. However, few reach the same level of expertise in their specialized field.

So...

Everyone naturally assumed Lin Yuan was more inclined towards sketching. Who would have thought he was a genius who excelled equally in both sketching and watercolor?

This was the real deal, a true master!

Keep in mind, many of those present were highly skilled sketch artists in the painting department. Yet, this group of third-year painting students, considered experts, were all kneeling. It's uncertain who shouted first:

"Master, teach me watercolor!"

This statement reminded everyone, instantly triggering a chain reaction. A group of students, their eyes reddened, exclaimed in a clamor:

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, I want to learn watercolor from the master too!"

"Master, look at me!"

"Begging the master to teach me!"

Having trained piles of sketch experts, Lin Yuan's teaching ability was well known. Now, displaying his watercolor prowess, these students recognized the rarity of this opportunity, each of them going mad like it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance!

"Five hundred and one hour."

Lin Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

Zhong Yu forcefully squeezed to the front, "Stop grabbing, if you want to learn watercolor, make an appointment with me. Don't forget, I am the master's number one disciple!"

"Stop showing off!"

Someone immediately retorted, "You, this hypocrite, will definitely put your name first in the appointment!"

"..."

That said, everyone obediently made appointments with Zhong Yu for Lin Yuan's watercolor class. Zhong Yu did indeed, shamelessly, put his name at the top of the list.

"Let's go."

After a few words with Cao Bin, Lin Yuan left the classroom.

"Where is the master going?"

"To the cafeteria for lunch."

The group of painting students hurriedly followed. They were clamoring about treating him or something, leaving Cao Bin alone, staring blankly at the blackboard.

...

After finishing their meal, Yan Mengjia and her art group returned to the dormitory. Everyone knew the blackboard was beyond salvation, but Cao Bin suddenly called them and they had to set out.

"Seems like we went to the wrong classroom."

Upon arriving at the East Building classroom, Yan Mengjia, after glancing at the blackboard, turned around and said.

"Huh?"

The male student behind Yan Mengjia also walked in, looked at it, and then froze, "It seems we did go to the wrong classroom. Which building is this?"

"No mistake."

The students behind had already seen Cao Bin in front of the blackboard, "Isn't that our class monitor?"

Several people exchanged glances.

After a few seconds, they rushed into the classroom simultaneously, staring blankly at the landscape painting on the blackboard. For a moment, they seemed to be frozen by a spell.

"You've arrived."

Cao Bin turned his head, looked at Yan Mengjia and the others, and said, "I have to go eat. I don't know if the cafeteria is closed."

"What's this?"

Yan Mengjia stared blankly at the blackboard, momentarily feeling a bit lost. The previous blackboard had been erased, replaced by a breathtaking landscape painting!

After they left school, it seemed like only about two hours had passed, right?

Magic?

Is it magic?

Cao Bin fully understood everyone's reaction and explained with a smile, "Drawn by Lin Yuan."

The boy behind Yan Meng seemed uncertain, "Is it the Lin Yuan we know?"

Cao Bin didn't answer. Instead, he looked at Yan Mengjia, "Lin Yuan said the person in charge of the blackboard report should have your name, but I think it's not appropriate. Your names should come after his. You can still get credit."

"Oh, I see."

Yan Mengjia almost instinctively responded.

...

There were still classes in the afternoon, but when Lin Yuan returned to the classroom after lunch, someone suddenly shouted in the class:

"Lin Yuan is here!"

"Lin Yuan is amazing!"

"You drew the blackboard report?"

"In just two hours?"

Everyone looked at Lin Yuan as if they were seeing him anew.

Yan Mengjia walked to Lin Yuan's side and whispered, "Thank you."

"Sure."

Lin Yuan sat in his seat.

His classmates showed a knowing smile, finding Lin Yuan's reaction not at all strange.

Arrogant?

No, not at all.

This was very Lin Yuan.

At this moment, there was suddenly a commotion in the corridor. The fine arts department tutors responsible for judging the blackboard report had arrived, led by none other than the head of the fine arts department, Kong An!

Classmates suddenly straightened up.

As the judges entered, Kong An, at the forefront, looked at the blackboard report and suddenly froze.

Not just Kong An.

Several watercolor tutors behind him couldn't help but widen their eyes. Was this the level a student could achieve?

Did they hire someone from outside?

Or did a teacher secretly help?

After several seconds, Kong An slowly spoke, his tone somewhat serious, "Who did your class's blackboard report?"

"Lin Yuan!"

Yan Mengjia was the first to speak.

Lin Yuan could only raise his hand in acknowledgment.

Kong An's doubts vanished instantly.

He looked at Lin Yuan, then turned to the blackboard report, then back to Lin Yuan, repeating this process several times.

Really, it's not padding the word count. His actions did repeat several times.

Then, with a somewhat complicated expression, he asked, "You did this alone?"

"Yeah."

Kong An approached the blackboard report, quietly admiring it, and said, "So you're good at watercolors too. Some details could be improved, but there's room for progress."

...

Come on, for such a large blackboard, painted in just two hours, how could every detail be perfect?

Yan Mengjia and the others wanted to explain, but Lin Yuan remained silent, and they had to hold back.

At this point, a teacher looked at Lin Yuan and said, "The professor's expectations are too high. In my opinion, it's already perfect. It's just this ink, it seems not to have dried yet?"

Lin Yuan said, "It's been cloudy recently, a bit damp."

Everyone in the class: "..."

Big shot, why didn't you tell them that the ink hasn't dried yet, and some details are not perfect because this blackboard report was casually drawn in two hours?

Well, he just didn't feel like explaining.

This, still very Lin Yuan.