born stubborn

Chapter 21 Urinary Foot

The beams illuminated by the noon sun became more and more slightly yellowed, and they were placed in front of Yuan Yang's eyes cleanly and gently with the wind.

He frowned seriously, narrowed his eyes, and carefully pinched off the broken skin on the edge of the wound with his fingertips.

Then I picked up the uncovered Band-Aid from the table, found the right angle, and stuck it carefully.

It took only one or two minutes, but four or five Band-Aids were pasted on, but Yuan Yang felt that this scene was like a super slow movie. He couldn't find the button to fast forward, so he could only watch it with great pain.

"Who did you fight with?"

Liang Yue looked up at him after putting on the Band-Aid. The distance between their faces was only about twenty centimeters.

Yuan Yang became nervous and almost became cross-eyed, he pushed Liang Yue away, "Get out of the way!"

Suddenly realizing that he had overreacted, he quickly found an excuse to smooth things over and said, "Yes...they are two punks."

Liang Yue was shocked by his push, he regained his senses, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Oh, you blocked their way, so they pushed you like this?"

"Ah." Yuan Yang turned his head to look at the desk with a guilty conscience, his eyes rolled quickly, and it was clear that Liang Yue didn't care about his overreaction, so he said perfunctorily: "Ah yes, the fight started like this."

Liang Yue raised his eyebrows, sighed almost inaudibly, and didn't ask any more questions, but moved his chair out calmly, and began to lecture to Yuan Yang again.

In the professional class in the afternoon, the two of them entered the studio almost by hand.

Li Xinze arrived earlier than ever before, carefully directing Hao Tian and the others to place the still life props.

"After the sports meeting is over, you will have to participate in professional training, and you must first solidify the basic courses in advance. Practice color in the past few days, and then everyone will practice sketching busts later."

Li Xinze stood on the podium, still looking a little tired, trying to communicate with the students about the recent teaching arrangements.

Yuan Yang pasted a piece of gouache paper on the drawing board, opened the painting box, picked a small one from a row of paintbrushes, and pinched it in his hand.

Turning his head, he saw Liang Yue set up the drawing board next to him.

Yuan Yang couldn't bear it anymore, frowned and asked in a low voice: "Hey, why do you insist on being next to me?"

"There's no rule about where I have to sit, right?" Liang Yue turned his head and said with a smile, "They say you're professional, but I want to steal some of your skills. We're good buddies, don't you mind?"

Learning technology is the same no matter how far you are or how close you are, no one will mind, let alone stealing, just ask people and they will teach you.

But what Yuan Yang cares about is that Liang Yue's unknowing little flame of enthusiasm will make him mentally abnormal.

Seeing that he was still frowning and staring at him, Liang Yue stopped what he was doing, "Do you really mind?"

"Whatever you want." Yuan Yang gave him a cold look, then turned his head to observe the group of still life.

Facing such a thick-skinned person, coupled with the reason that I can't even say it, it's completely useless.

A pile of appetizing fruits, surrounded by two green and white jars, lined with white linen at the back, this is the still life to be painted today, the group has a cool tone, just like Yuan Yang's external character.

If you want to express this cool tone with gouache, it is best to choose cool colors as the base.

Yuan Yang picked out a piece of ultramarine blue paint from the painting box, squeezed it into one compartment of the color box, mixed it with water, and mixed it thoroughly. After the brush was dipped, he began to skillfully draft on the drawing paper.

Halfway through the draft, Yuan Yang turned his head to look at Liang Yue's drawing board.

The fresh and comfortable lake blue of the drawing paper has already finished the draft, and is laying down the layers of the shadow part.

Yuan Yang froze for a moment, staring at Liang Yue's manuscript carefully.

The structure, proportion, and perspective are all fine, and the speed is faster than him.

Looking at other students, some are still squeezing paint one by one in the palette, some are drawing dotted lines with pencils, and there are not many who are making drafts.

"What are you looking for?" Where Liang Yue was sitting, every time he turned his head to look at still life, he would see Yuan Yang first.

Seeing that Yuan Yang had stopped and was looking around, Liang Yue asked in bewilderment, "Do you need any tools?"

Yuan Yang turned his attention back to Liang Yue's painting, "When did you start learning?"

Liang Yue also took a look at his manuscript, "I have been learning since elementary school, and every vacation is spent in training classes."

No wonder, for Liang Yue, who just transferred from Class 3 to Mei Class 7, painting is not a strange thing at all.

It is the after-school practice that he has been insisting on for a long time.

"Would you like to compare who draws faster?" Liang Yue asked with blinking eyes.

"You have to compete with others and bet on winning or losing everything?" Yuan Yang looked at him with a smile, "The comparison of painting is not about speed, but to see who can draw better."

"Then who can draw better?" Liang Yue's expression was a little provocative, and he said with the corner of his mouth hanging: "There is a challenge to be motivated, do you dare?"

Yuan Yang was agitated by him and stared sideways, "Comparison is comparison, whoever is afraid of whom!"

It's not that Yuan Yang has never participated in competitions. When he was in elementary school, he never lost in competitions of endorsement, writing, and talent.

When he was in junior high school, he won speeches, subject competitions, and sports events with ease.

However, after high school, he never participated in any competitions.

The idea of ​​being competitive and competitive has long been cut off by bad luck. The biggest life has been lost, and the small ones have no need to win.

But now, he is not convinced.

A Pugao student who had just transferred to an art class was challenging him.

A guy who is better than him in everything is challenging him.

Bibibi, who is afraid of whom?

If you lose even the only profession that still has a little confidence, then there is really nothing left.

A class passed, and both of them were painting in silence, not even noticing the bell for the end of get out of class.

Take a look at the still life tacitly with each other, draw a few strokes, look at the still life again, and draw a few more strokes...

The movement rules are unified like mechanical control.

Liang Yue was concentrating, with a focused expression, carefully adjusting the details on the screen covered with large color blocks.

Yuan Yang frowned slightly, with a stern expression on his face, and he was quite proficient in grasping the colors. He wrote accurately without thinking, and portrayed some details of the still life one by one.

Classmates in twos and threes gathered together, stood behind them and watched silently, their eyes full of surprise and envy.

"I'll go!" Hao Tian pushed aside the crowd, and patted Liang Yue on the shoulder without hesitation, "I'll go, Liang Yue, your gouache is so good, no wonder you said you like oil painting."

Liang Yue was taken aback by his slap, and he poked at another place with a stroke, and looked back at Hao Tian depressedly, "Squad leader, if you can talk, it's better not to move?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I was too excited." Hao Tian waved her hands and hurriedly apologized.

Liang Yue turned his head to look at Yuan Yang's paintings. Although Yuan Yang's drawing was not as fast as him, he was more proficient and accurate in laying out the colors.

The blue-blue main color of the painting paper, the level of detail and the relationship between light and shade have been clearly depicted.

"It's really amazing, you, I've seen it." Liang Yue clicked his tongue in admiration.

Yuan Yang also stopped the pen in his hand, tilted his head to look at his, and said with a smile: "You are not bad, I'll go to the bathroom, come back and continue."

Liang Yue immediately followed him and stood up, "Let's go together."

The two protagonists left, and the onlookers simply took a closer look, wondering why it took only one class, the two of them drew too fast, and the key points were very good.

However, Hao Tian stared at the studio door where Yuan Yang and Liang Yue walked out, wondering to herself, "Have you been possessed by an evil spirit? Are you peeing together?"

"Bibi, who pees loudly?" Liang Yue in the next partition whistled inexplicably.

"Are you sick?" Yuan Yang laughed so hard that he almost pissed himself back, "Stop fucking teasing me, I won't be able to pee any more!"

One person and one cubicle, Liang Yue could hear Yuan Yang's uncontrollable laughter and intermittent urinating sounds next door, and couldn't help teasing him, "Finally, you were split by my urine."

"Fuck. Your uncle," Yuan Yang laughed angrily, "Believe it or not, I will step over and make you a eunuch in a second?"

"Don't, I'm still counting on my little brother to show off." Liang Yue also laughed.

"Cough..." There was a clear cough, accompanied by the sound of a partition door.

Yuan Yang and Liang Yue slammed the brakes on their laughter, the clear cough sounded familiar.

Sure enough, as soon as the two came out of the partition, they saw Li Xinze standing by the sink washing his hands.

Yuan Yang hesitated for two steps, but Liang Yue walked over shamelessly and stood by Li Xinze's side to wash his hands.

"Mr. Li, are you going to the toilet too?"

"Ah." Li Xinze glanced at Liang Yue with no expression on his face. After washing his hands, he turned off the faucet and walked out.

Yuan Yang then went to the sink to wash his hands.

Before Li Xinze came out of the toilet, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at them, and said with a smile, "It's good to be young, full of urine?"

Liang Yue and Yuan Yang were taken aback for a moment, and they all looked at Li Xinze.

Li Xinze smiled mysteriously at them, turned and left.

"Pfft...hahaha..."

The two laughed wildly again in the toilet.