"If you have time after you go back, practice this painting and then draw it according to it on the blackboard newspaper."
Below this line of text is a painting.
Fang Hui took a closer look and felt like his scalp was exploding.
In the lower left corner of the painting, there is a small boat. The long river reflects the trees and cattle on the bank. Farther away are the mountains hidden in the sea of clouds.
According to the standards of Chinese landscape painting, the whole painting is actually not complicated, but what she couldn't accept was that the author used sketches to depict the artistic conception that can only be seen in ink paintings.
When facing Hou Zhen, she said that she had learned a little bit and said that she would try her best. In fact, she was modest in it. She was quite satisfied with her painting skills.
Now that she saw this painting, she realized what Lin Yue's "I will help you" meant.
Even if she followed the painting, she might not be able to depict 70% of the effect of the painting on the paper, let alone turn it into a blackboard painting.
"Fang Hui, what's wrong with you and your face looks so ugly?"
The voice from behind woke her up, and when she turned around she saw Lin Jiamo.
"I'm fine."
"Why are you leaving when you have nothing to do? Didn't you hear the bell?" Lin Jiamo said while carrying her schoolbag.
"Oh." Fang Hui quickly folded the painting in his hand, glanced at Lin Yue who was packing his personal belongings as if nothing had happened, and left with Lin Jiamo with complicated emotions.
…
Three days later.
School library.
Lin Yue returned the "Mathematical Bulletin", walked to the bookshelf area inside, and looked through it row by row.
Some of the books on this page have been read, and some do not want to be read. For him, it is difficult to find a book in the middle school library that can be admired.
Hey, there is this
Lin Yue took out a book with a rough cover from the bookshelf, walked to the front reading area, sat down, and opened the pages and took a few glances.
"What book are you reading?"
At this moment, a familiar girl came from behind, and when he looked sideways, he saw that it was Fang Hui.
He closed the book and showed her the cover.
"Animal Farm"
"What kind of book is this?"
"It should be called Animal Farm." Lin Yue said, "Whether it is good or not... depends on the conscience of the compiler and reviewer, but books of this era should be okay."
Fang Hui sat down next to him: "The painting you asked me to practice can only reach this level at best."
As she spoke, she took out the drawing paper sandwiched in the pages of the book and handed it over.
Lin Yue took it and took a look. Although it couldn't compare with his painting, it did have some flavor.
"Well, that's good. I can draw on the blackboard now. Let's start after the afternoon class is over. If you don't move, some people can hardly sit still."
She knew that Lin Yue was referring to not drawing anything on the blackboard, and Zhang Huiran and his group would inevitably jeer and make sarcastic comments. After all, the grading would be done next Tuesday and it would not be completed if it was delayed any longer.
"I wonder where you learned to draw"
Lin Yue put his hand on the "Animal Farm": "Is this important?"
"..." Fang Hui wanted to say it was important, but he didn't have the guts to get to the bottom of it. He couldn't tell him that you, a transfer student from the countryside, shouldn't have such a talent. You said you could cook and herd cattle. It's normal to know how to harvest wheat. You're good at running and have great basketball skills, so that's reasonable. After all, it's a mass sport. But there are a few country people who are good at things like painting. If you want to learn art well, it is absolutely impossible without money.
"Hey, Fang Hui."
Qiao Ran's greeting interrupted Fang Hui's random thoughts. She looked up and saw Qiao Ran and Chen Xun walking over one after another and sitting down on the chairs opposite the desk.
"You're here too..."
Qiao Ran said: "I originally wanted to go to the playground to play ball for a while, but the weather was too hot. I looked at the time and came here early. I didn't expect to meet you just in time."
"What kind of book is Animal Farm? Our school library also has comic books." It was Chen Xun who spoke.
Lin Yue showed Fang Hui the name of the book just now. He closed it and did not open it again. If he had not seen the name of the original author, he would not have taken the book out from the bookshelf, because the pigs painted on the cover were indeed Affect the perception.
"Actually, this book is quite suitable for you." Lin Yue said, looking at the "Juvenile Books" marked in bold font.
"No, thanks."
At this time, Chen Xun noticed the half-open and half-closed drawing paper in front of Fang Hui, and picked it up without asking.
"This is... what you drew"
Fang Hui glanced at Lin Yue and nodded. She usually doesn't talk much and likes to keep things in her heart, but that doesn't mean she's stupid. Lin Yue threw the drawing to her and asked her to follow it, making it clear. He wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want others to know that his painting skills were so good.
"What a beautiful painting."
When Qiao Ran heard what he said, he took it and looked at it a few times: "It seems that Lin Yue did not choose the wrong person when he recommended you to the poster."
"Let's talk, I have something else to do." Lin Yue picked up "Animal Farm" and walked to the bookshelf.
"Lin Yue, this book...don't you read it?" Fang Hui looked a little confused when he looked like he was about to put the book back.
"Oh, I've seen the original English version before, this... forget it."
Chen Xun heard this and muttered in a low voice: "What are you pretending to be?"
"Can you show me then?" Fang Hui didn't hear clearly and didn't care what Chen Xun said.
"Of course." Lin Yue walked back, handed the book to her, turned and left the library.
…
In the chemistry class in the afternoon, Zhao Ye was pinched because he imitated Lao Liu and couldn't take care of himself.
After class, Anhui erased all the calligraphy and paintings on the blackboard at the back of the classroom and began to draw the boating picture with chalk. He Sha and Lin Jiamo checked the sketches in the back to help her check.
She had a hard time painting, because moving the ink painting to the blackboard requires at least the level of a painting expert. Fortunately, this painting is relatively hazy, unlike those Chinese paintings with flowers, birds, fish and insects. Except for the small boat, it is a little more difficult to paint. The part is pretty simple. I draw a little bit every day after class and work overtime on Saturday afternoons. It’s not a big problem to finish it before the grading day.
During self-study on Friday night, after everyone left, Lin Yue took the chalk and eraser to help edit the boating diagram, then locked the classroom door and went downstairs.
There was a man staying in the carport, seemingly waiting for him.
"Lin Yue, is it interesting for you to do this?"
"I don't know what you mean by that." He stopped in front of Broken Phoenix, who was not afraid of the thieves' attention at all, and looked at the girl opposite.
Kong Lingcao said: "I heard that you made a bet with Chen Xun."
Oh, he suddenly realized that it turned out to be a matter of evaluating gambling games for a blackboard newspaper.
"That's what happened. If Class 1 wins the blackboard newspaper competition this time and he loses his guitar to me, if he fails to win the blackboard newspaper competition, I will immediately go to Class 2 and stop being an eyesore to you."
"What's the point of using Fang Hui's expertise to help you win? Besides, you don't know how to play the guitar, so what's the use of that?"
Bellflower is not blind. Although the blackboard paper has not been completed yet, she has seen the boat sketch. Based on her knowledge of the other classes, as long as Fang Hui does not make any mistakes, she can transfer the contents on the drawing paper to On the blackboard, supplemented by Lin Yue's amazing chalk calligraphy, winning is almost a certainty.
Lin Yue walked over to push the bicycle and said: "Chen Xun could have raised objections at that time. Since he agreed to the bet, he also recognized the rules of the bet. Could it be that now that the situation is not good, he regrets it and calls you over to be the bettor?" lobbyist"
Kong Lingcao said: "Chen Xun didn't ask me to come, it was my own idea."
Lin Yue patted the car seat, and the spring made a banging sound: "The bet has been set, and I will not give up easily. He must pay the price for provoking me. And, to say the least, if I Find him and tell him that the bet is void. How do you think Ren Gaoying and the others will arrange for me?"
Kong Lingcao knew what he meant. Previously, Ren Gaoying and the others ridiculed Lin Yue because he wanted to be the squad leader, but they asked him if he dared to make a bet. Whoever lost the bet jumped from the second floor and was shocked. A big red face, now it was his turn to make a bet with Chen Xun, and then he jumped out of the car to let others see his joke.
"Will not."
"You're not them, how do you know they won't?"
"..." Kong Lingcao's face changed several times: "Don't you want to improve your relationship with me? If you give up the bet with Chen Xun this time, I will never target you again in the future."
"You have done this for Chen Xun, do you like him that much?"
Bellflower suddenly raised her head and looked at him in astonishment.
"You just have to say 'I like Chen Xun' on your face." Lin Yue took a deep breath, looked at the figure opposite the teaching building that was darkened because the lights were turned off, and said: "I can voluntarily give up the bet with Chen Xun, but there is one Additional conditions."
Bellflower said: "What conditions?"
