Bai Ye took the boy's painting book and opened it and took a look.

Most outdoor sketching is about painting scenery, which is also one of the basic courses. The young man’s sketching is a pine tree with straight trunks and lush branches.

Bai Ye glanced at him and did not rush to comment. Instead, he asked the others: "Have you drawn it too?"

"I drew it, this is mine..."

The other young men and women were also very enthusiastic and took out their paintings and handed them to Bai Ye one by one, with a bit of expectation in their eyes.

Um……

Bai Ye understands the mentality of these people very well.

Just like when he was young and ignorant, he learned to draw. No matter what he painted, he was happy to see. If he could get a compliment from others, he would be happy for at least three days.

Bai Ye sighed and asked while looking through, "Have you ever seen these paintings for the teacher?"

"Not yet."

"I've just finished drawing it, I'll give it to the teacher later."

"Uncle, how do you think we are drawing?"

Some girl couldn't help but ask, her clear eyes were full of longing.

"Are you sure, do you really want me to say it?"

Bai Ye opened these paintings and glanced at them one by one. After seeing a few teenagers nodding neatly like chickens, the corners of his mouth immediately curled up, "This is what you asked me to say. Don't blame me if you say it wrong."

Before these teenagers could react, he immediately commented one by one.

"Your painting is floating, not deep enough."

"This painting is black and not breathable."

“Too light…”

"Too stupid!"

"It's dirty!"

Baiye was excited and pointed to the drawings one by one. Suddenly, his fingertips paused and began to look at them: "Well, this painting..."

His tail sound was long, as if he was hesitant and didn't know how to evaluate it.

Is it too well drawn?

Several young men who were criticized were immediately excited and quickly looked at it.

At this moment, Bai Ye sighed and looked up and said, "Do you know that there is a legend in the village?"

"What?"

Several teenagers were stunned.

"The old man in the village once told us that in the scorching sun at noon, don't look at the paintings, otherwise..." Bai Ye said sinisterly in a strange tone: "It's easy to see ghosts!"

"ah?"

Several teenagers opened their eyes wide, but were not afraid, just confused.

"Why?"

A girl was puzzled.

Bai Ye's tone returned to normal, pointing to a painting and laughing: "I didn't know why before, but when I saw the painting in front of me, I immediately understood it."

“Eh?”

Several teenagers were surprised and stretched their necks to look at them, as if they were a group of stupid geese.

"Don't understand yet?"

Bai Ye laughed and pointed: "You didn't notice, is there no shadow in this painting?"

???

Several teenagers were staring blankly and blinking.

Unpredictable, someone finally reacted, shouted, "No projection was drawn."

The truth is revealed and the truth is revealed.

After making a fuss for a long time, Bai Ye was making fun of it.

In an instant, a young man blushed and hurriedly put away his painting book. The other people's reaction was similar, and they took back their painting book.

They looked at each other, wanting to say something, but they didn't know what to say, and felt very embarrassed.

Fortunately, at this time, the person in charge of fetching water had already filled several kettles and asked his companions to come and help.

"Thank you uncle."

"It's time for us to leave..."

Several teenagers took the opportunity to step down, brought a kettle, and hurried away.

The figure who fled in panic also made Bai Ye laugh. He walked to the door and waved his hand to give it away, while sang: "By the way, there is the last little fat man, your painting...the signature is pretty good, come on."

“…Thank you.”

A little fat man turned around and smiled happily.

Unpredictable, he was pulled back by his companion, and he didn't know what his companion said to him. Anyway, the little fat man's face turned down. He glared at Bai Ye with a hatred and followed him with a depressed look.

"Is it interesting to bully a child?" Chen Daqi walked out with a look of contempt.

Bai Ye smiled, his eyes a little serious: "I'm not bullying children, I just let them feel the daily life of art students in advance."

Chen Daqi stopped talking because he knew that Bai Ye was telling the truth.

Learning arts is never easy, and it is even more a chore. If you can't even bear such a slight verbal blow, don't join in the fun and just change your career.

So Chen Daqi directly changed the topic: "I have something to do in the afternoon and want to take a leave."

"OK."

Bai Ye didn't care. He nodded and agreed without asking the reason.

However, Chen Daqi took the initiative to explain: "I have a friend I haven't seen for many years. He has something to come to Zhonghai. I want to pick him up and arrange accommodation and dinner. I guess he will not come back tomorrow."

"It's okay the day after tomorrow, I'll give you two days off."

"No, he has something to do tomorrow..."

Chen Daqi explained clearly, so he packed up his things and left.

At this moment, on the hill near Wencun, several teenagers also met with the large army.

There are twenty or thirty students in a training class, and two or three teachers led by them.

Seeing that the companions came back, a group of people naturally came forward. Although they did not buy mineral water, they brought back several large pots of boiling water, which was a good thing for everyone.

Especially a teacher, he actually brought tea, which was even more unexpected.

It is also quite wild to make tea and water under the cool trees.

A teacher in the lead took a sip of hot tea and said, "By the way, where are you homework?"

The boys who came back from fetching water suddenly stiffened their bodies and still couldn't escape. They were helpless, but they had no choice but to take out the picture book honestly and present it to the teacher for their review.

The teacher opened the painting book and looked at it. His eyebrows raised: "What are you drawing? Especially the leaves, which are so floating, they are about to fly. You must know that they are pine needles, not dandelions, and they cannot fly. You, you still don't draw them deep enough."

This seems to be familiar.

Several teenagers were stunned.

At the same time, the teacher looked at his personal homework and became even more angry: "You are painting a mountain, not a crow. It's so black, the cable is too dense and not breathable at all."

A few teenagers were stupid.

The teacher continued to comment: "You are so light in drawing lines, are you saving money on pencils?"

"And you, can you be more flexible in composition so rigid?"

"You... are dirty in the painting, do you understand? You need to line up, not rubbing, not smearing..."

"This... what about your mind? Five major tunes and three major noodles. This is the foundation. Where is your projection? Have you eaten it?"

The teacher continued to criticize one by one, and finally it was the little fat man's turn.

His fingertips pointed in front of the little fat man. The little fat man cried and wiped his tears and said, "Teacher, stop talking. I know my paintings are bad and there is no progress at all."

"Well……"

Now, the teacher couldn't bear it anymore, so he coughed twice, comforted him: "Xiao Pang, don't say that, in fact, your painting is still..."

The teacher looked at it for a while, and in the expectant gaze of the little fat man, he gritted his teeth and said seriously: "At least your handwriting is very good, you must keep it."

“…”

The fat man stopped crying and turned to look at a few friends, and his expression became very strange.

"Same."

"Everything is right."

“…so amazing!”

Several teenagers were shocked and a little dazed.

Even though they felt uncomfortable about Bai Ye’s comment just now, they didn’t take it seriously.

Because they felt that Bai Ye was not a professional, there was no need to listen to him. But now, after comparing the teacher's comments, they were surprised to find that Bai Ye was right.

Could it be that their level is really so shallow? Even the uncles in the village can see through it at a glance.
Chapter completed!