In other words, Nangong Shu discovered a rough stone that had not yet been polished, and she wanted to play the development game.

Think about it, the number one dragon-level god hunter in Kyushu was trained by himself.

How cool would that be?

There are too many bad women in today's society, and Lin Baici is still young. In order for him not to be deceived, I have to give him strength.

…

Haijing Academy of Fine Arts, Teaching Building B, Art Room 302 on the third floor.

The night was already very quiet, like a black curtain covering the earth, as if it was trying to cover up the aging old man of the world.

There are crickets chirping outside the window.

A girl has been sitting in front of the drawing board for six full hours. She is motionless, like a statue.

The pale light of the energy-saving lamp fell on her tall figure, casting a shadow on the floor, like a ghost that had lost its soul.

The walls of this classroom are stained with various colors of paint, creating a ghostly atmosphere at this midnight hour.

Crunch!

The door turned, and a man with gray hair, probably in his fifties, came out.

"Shen Xin, you should go to bed."

The person who came was the vice president. He lived in the Family Courtyard of the Academy of Fine Arts. He had just finished his work. When he was smoking on the balcony, he saw that the lights were still on in the teaching building, so he knew that Shen Xin was still there, so he came over to take a look.

look.

As a genius who had held an art exhibition in Paris, Shen Xin was entitled to a classroom to herself.

"Go soon!"

Shen Xin responded, but his body remained motionless, which seemed to be perfunctory.

But the vice-dean did not blame her, but sighed distressedly.

"Creation is not something that happens overnight..."

The vice-dean wanted to persuade Shen Xin not to burn out his body, but when his eyes fell on the drawing board in front of Shen Xin, he was stunned.

how so?

The painting above is Shen Xin's imitation of Van Gogh's classic "Sunflowers".

When the vice-president looked at them at noon, the golden and orange-red flowers were gorgeous in color and full of vitality. One glance made people feel that life is so beautiful that they cannot live up to time.

But looking at it now, under the pale light, the true leaf hairs on those flowers look like wriggling tentacles, and the flower center in the middle is more like the eyes of a devil.

hiss!

The vice-dean gasped instantly and had goosebumps all over his body.

Uncomfortable! Aversion to cold!

A crazy and weird feeling rushed towards me, like a demon's big hand, strangling the vice dean's neck, almost suffocating him.

Why the same painting?

Just looking at it at different points in time, there will be such a big difference?

The vice president looked at Shen Xin.

This girl is pretty and tall. She usually keeps to herself and talks very little.

Her cheeks were thin and her complexion was as white as if she had not seen the sun all day long. It was obvious at a glance that she was unhealthy. Her long black hair was wrapped into a big ball with a handkerchief and tied at the back of her head.

The apron on her body was dripping with paint and was messy.

"Dean, it's too late, go back to bed!"

Shen wanted to be alone.

"Geniuses are indeed different!"

The vice-dean sighed with emotion, and then persuaded: "Creators also need nutrients and irrigation. You have been staying in the studio and know too little about the world."

"This National Day, the Egyptian embassy will hold an exhibition of historical relics at the Haijing Museum to promote cultural exchanges between the two countries. Go and see it!"

"I don't like crowded places!"

Shen Xin refused.

She said whatever came to her mind and did not change her attitude just because the other party was the vice president.

"I know you don't like crowds!"

The deputy dean took out a ticket: "You can enter with a ticket in the first three days. There are few people. You can go and have a look. In the next four days, it will be open to all citizens of the city!"

"But in the next four days, because there are too many people, more than a dozen precious cultural relics will be removed and will not be seen."

"Um!"

Shen Xin nodded.

The vice-dean came over, put the ticket on Shen Xin's schoolbag, and then left. Before leaving the classroom door, he took another look at the oil painting.

The fruits among the sunflowers are like eyeballs, densely packed, as if a devil is taking a walk in the middle of the night.

Shen Xin didn't move the ticket and continued to be in a daze.

Li Jing got up early, went to the cafeteria, bought a bun, and rushed to the classroom.

Since the last time she was given guidance by Shen Xin, her painting skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Recently, she has been blessed with good luck. A game company has requested a painting from her.

Although it is only a small company, the prices offered are not low, allowing Li Jing to save a small sum of money.

Classroom 302, the door is closed, but the lights are on.

"Shen Xin won't stay up another night, right?"

Li Jing pushed open the door, stretched out her head like a hamster, and took a look. Her eyes were immediately attracted by the oil painting on the drawing board.

The morning light shines through the window, and some of it falls on the painting board. The sunflowers reflected are full of vitality, and a breath of harvest is coming.

This is a very warm oil painting.

It feels like reading a heart-warming story.

Li Jing knocked on the door and then walked in: "Shen Xin, thank you for your previous advice!"

Shen Xin turned around and hummed in response.

Li Jing suddenly felt that such a dry thank you was too insincere, so she remembered the ticket she had just booked: "This National Day, there is an exhibition of ancient Egyptian cultural relics at the Provincial Museum. I have a ticket. If you have time, you can go have a look!"

The ticket cost 350, which was a bit expensive, but Li Jing was willing to give it to Shen Xin.

"No, it's already there."

Shen Xin refused.

"oh!"

Li Jing was a little disappointed, then she saw the oil painting in her schoolbag and quickly took it out: "Shen Xin, can you give me some more advice?"

This is her graduation project.

Shen Xin took a look.

This classmate imitated "The Grand Odalisque" by the Gallic painter Ingres, and the original work is now in the Louvre.

"You put too much emphasis on women's physical characteristics. Sometimes, covering it up just right can actually make it more attractive!"

Shen Xin comments.

"Well!"

Li Jing was a little embarrassed. She recently painted a portrait for a game company, and what they wanted was big breasts, perky hips, and less fabric.

"How can you create good works when you are making money, living in poverty, and being hungry?"

Shen Xin smiled lightly: "As long as your hard work and enthusiasm are incorporated, she will be a good work!"

"Thanks!"

Li Jing nodded hurriedly.

Shen Xin turned around and continued to stare out the window in a daze.

Li Jing knew it was time to say goodbye. She walked a few steps and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Mr. Lin has posted a new video. Did you listen? It's great!"

"Um?"

Shen Xin raised her eyebrows, put down her brush, took out the long-outdated mobile phone from her pocket, and clicked on Station B.

In the watch list, there is only one UP master named Lin Daxuren.

Shen Xin clicked on his name and saw a new video.

Click to play!

Why, this person has no self-image, no one, no living beings, and no lifespan.
To be continued...