"Mr. Gu, I hope you can defeat me."
These words, which were like a declaration of war, attracted surprised looks from many people in the audience.
They looked at the thin young man with strange eyes.
"Look at the name badge. The name of the guy who fought is Gu Weijing. Miss Sakai seems to be quite interested in him."
"I've never heard of him. Oh, by the way, his grandfather's name is Gu Tongxiang is a local painter from Yangon this time. "Oh, that's difficult."
"Well, Tanaka-kun is the best in Japan." An outstanding student from the Academy of Fine Arts, his vision and knowledge are not comparable to that of a local painter."
"Let's take a look."
There was a discussion among the crowd.
Tanaka Masakazu walked towards the drawing board. He looked around with some fear at the expressions of the professors looking at him.
Although most of those scrutinizing eyes were directed at Gu Weijing, his hand holding the cap of the pen was still trembling a little.
He was not worried about his opponents, but he was a little worried about the piercing eyes of the old painters around him.
A painter's balance and geometry can be closely observed by these masters the moment he picks up his brush.
The reason for the worry in his heart was that these people had seen the painting talent and talent of the Sakai siblings that made their peers despair.
Will he look too bad?
After not seeing each other for a while, not only the painting skills of Sakai Katsuko, his nightmare, are amazing, but also the person who has a bad reputation in the shadow of her sister. It is obvious that Tsunamasa Sakai is already a decent young talent.
"Fortunately, I only need to defeat him. A poor man who was robbed of his opportunity defeated the second generation of a calligraphy and painting family who came to be gilded by challenging the challenge. Those art magazines like this story very much."
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Tanaka Masakazu cast his gaze on Gu Weijing and felt a little more at ease.
He planned that as soon as this project was over, no, as soon as he returned to the hotel today, Tanaka Masakazu would contact a familiar tabloid reporter on e to break the news.
This kind of gossip is a favorite subject in the art circle, not to mention that Yangon this time is an international project of multi-national cooperation.
There is no need to add any exaggeration, as long as this story is re-narrated selectively, people will naturally regard this boy named Gu Weijing as the kind of person who relies on his connections to "bully men and dominate women" He is an art bully, even though his grandfather Gu Tongxiang is just a little painter with no international reputation.
This kind of thing only has a basic tone first.
If there is another person who insists on "insulting Mr. Cao" without evidence, it will naturally be Hua Erdai who mobilized his connections to pour dirty water on his poor self.
"Boy, why bother, you have to provoke me."
Tanaka Masakazu admired his own wisdom in his heart.
He didn’t think he would at alllose.
Even though he started in junior high school, he has not seriously picked up a paintbrush for a long time, and he is not considered an outstanding student of Tama Academy of Art at all.
But Tanaka believes that this Gu Weijing is obviously the same type of person as him, and he came from the original project with his home registration in Yangon.
The other person is only a middle school student, and he is a student at the most famous art academy in Japan. If you have never eaten pork, you will always see pigs running away. The environmental gap between the two sides is worlds apart.
No matter how unskilled you are in sketching and pen drawing, it is not something that a bumpkin from a remote country can compare to.
But for some reason, maybe it was Sakai Katsuko’s declaration like a challenge from a well-matched opponent, Tanaka felt a little inexplicably gloomy in his heart.
"Just in case"
"This kid is really a genius"
Impossible.
Tanaka Masakazu felt that he was worrying too much.
One monster like Sakai Katsuko is enough.
If his grandfather Gu Weijing had the skills of Professor Sakai who taught the Sakai siblings, he would not have never heard of this old guy's name.
"Timer starts."
As soon as the two parties were in position, they pressed the timer switch.
Tanaka Masakazu immediately picked up the brush.
Gu Wei Jing does not.
"Pretentious."
Looking at Gu Weijing who was wiping his hands in the field, many people frowned.
Some teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts shook their heads disdainfully.
Many people feel that he is imitating others. For a painting with a time limit of five minutes, every second after the timer starts is precious.
The reason Sakai Katsuko can do this is because he is the once-in-a-century Sakai Katsuko, and Gu Weijing does the same thing, which feels a bit pretentious.
"Katsuko, where did this kid come from?"
Uncle Kazunari Sakai turned his head and asked his daughter in a low voice.
"I don't know either, but I only know that he is very strong."
Sakai Katsuko whispered to her father's ears and looked at the court with piercing eyes.
Gu Weijing was not only wiping his hands, he was also looking at Tanaka Masakazu's drawing board on one side.
He was thinking about a question
"Do I need to use my skills?"
On the basic skills of simple line structure, Mr. Menzel has been practicing for decades. With the blessing of experience, let alone Tanaka Masakazu, there are probably not many artists in the field who can beat him.
But it is not a good thing to go too far relying on strength that is not your own.
The simplest truth.
It’s not a big deal for a painter to have an inspiration once in a while, but if he can perform superbly for half an hour every day and show his master-level skills, the rest of the time his level will plummet. If he does this for a long time, People will think you are a monster.
Gu Weijing decided to observe Masakazu Tanaka’s paintings first.
"Ha."
He sneered.
Frizzy, clumsy, sticky.
Gu Weijing was even a little surprised after Tanaka Masato and the first few strokes of his lines.
"This is the level of students from the most famous art academy in Japan." He raised his eyebrows.
Tanaka Masakazu’s performance even made him look down upon the Tama Academy.
Not to mention the Sakai siblings, he felt that the other party might only be at the level of v2, and even his hard-working self was a little inferior.
People say that the first few lines can determine the level of a painting. This sentence certainly has its truth.
Although for a painting, a few lines are not enough to determine anything, but they can reveal the overall level of a painter.
A painter with a level of 60 may be able to achieve 80, but normally he will definitely not be able to achieve 180.
"Hey, thirty seconds have passed. Are you still drawing? Don't waste everyone's time."
Someone finally got impatient and asked Gu Weijing questioned.
Tanaka Masakazu raised his head and found that the other party's drawing board was still blank, as if he had finished and was stuck there without any ideas.
"You must have been caught cheating"
People like this who rely on their elders to gain seniority can be found everywhere, even if they don't know anything, it's not unusual. Historically, there have been scandals where a decent painter was packaged as not even knowing the difference between gouache and watercolor.
Especially in a place like Yangon, as long as you have connections, you may be praised as a painter even if you don’t know anything.
The opponent was even more unbearable than he imagined, which made him feel secretly happy.
"Sorry."
Gu Weijing picked up the pen and took off the cap.
Then let me see how big the gap is between being upright and a true genius with real talent and practical learning.
He picked up the pen and moved it like flying.
"Hey"
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