Chapter 9 is almost there

Fang Yi spoke the truth; upon completing this piece, he had little significant experience to draw from. It was merely a matter of patiently expressing what he was already familiar with. It felt akin to chewing a bun that had already been chewed once again, an immediate sense of blandness surged to the forefront of his mind. The lines that were added afterward, in those two or three minutes, seemed like embellishments that were unnecessary, entirely a futile effort.

In order to reach a higher level more quickly, Fang Yi began to experiment with various methods, such as making his paintings larger and more detailed

Observing the two bickering for a few moments, Fang Yi remarked, "Given the enthusiasm you both have, is it possible for this to develop into a long-term relationship? It looks like something out of a romantic drama; after all, it's said that enemies are drawn together!"

However, Fang Yi is not prepared to change his style, as he believes that his paintings are good and there is no need to alter them to overly cater to others' standards. After suggesting it twice, Wang Qiluo gave up, not because he did not want to persuade him further, but because he knew that persuasion would be futile. On the contrary, he thinks it is only natural for Fang Yi to act this way; how many talented artists lack a bit of arrogance? Without such arrogance, how could one possibly catch up so quickly? Isn't there a saying that all successful people are somewhat obsessive?

My mother told me that once I enter university, I should find a partner quickly; if I don't act fast, a good one will be taken by someone else

"Your mother is really something," Li Fen said, "but you should focus on going to university first." The four of them continued discussing the rather unproductive topic of Li Lin finding a girlfriend in university until class started

I do my best! I do my best!

Just arrived at the classroom door: "Ah! Fang Yi is here, what a rare guest! Why are you back at the old residence at this time today?"

What are your plans? Are you going to find a girlfriend in college?" Mu Jin asked Li Lin.

Both Teacher Sun and Wang Qiluo noticed Fang Yi's perfunctory attitude. Wang Qiluo directly asked, "What is it about this piece that you are not satisfied with?"

When Fang Yi was halfway through his painting, not only Wang Qiluo but many classmates would also stand behind him to watch for a while. Upon closer inspection of the entire painting, one could see orderly and vibrant lines interweaving and merging on the canvas.

Li Lin thought for a moment and hurriedly asked, "Could it be that the teacher is preparing a quiz for the next class?" At this point, he repeatedly inquired, "Is it English or something else?"

Consider this: when taking a math exam, what is one plus one? Those who say two are likely from the engineering or science fields, those who say three might be demographers concerned with constants, and those who say it could equal any number between eight and nine are probably art students. If someone claims they are still uncertain and wish to look ahead, they might be studying philosophy. If this is the case, how can you expect the teacher to formulate questions? Adding several qualifiers at the beginning? That would be even more absurd! If this is the case, how can you expect the teacher to formulate questions? Adding several qualifiers at the beginning? That would be even more absurd!

If there were no exams, the last class in the afternoon would be self-study. Of course, this premise is contingent upon the absence of a teacher occupying the class. As soon as the class began, Fang Yi took out a pen and wrote a note, which he passed to Mu Jin sitting in front of him. The note read: "See you at the usual place on Sunday!" When the note was returned, it bore Mu Jin's handwriting: "Got it"

Fang Yi's sketches demonstrate his demands for drawing: precision in structure, delicate and natural expression in details, and this naturalness is entirely based on beautiful lines. In Fang Yi's own words, the sketches he aims to create pursue the sensation of light, strict structure, spatial relationships, and the expression of texture. Wang Qiluo, on the other hand, represents the standard domestic academic style, with strong and vigorous lines, resulting in a very solid painting.

Fang Yi could only say: "Am I wrong? In the future, I will strive not to make any progress and will stay in place waiting for you all"

The "old place" that Fang Yi mentioned is certainly not some disreputable location, such as a small inn. As for the library, even if the two of them wanted to go, they couldn't, as registration with an ID card is required. Nowadays, illegal cohabitation can even lead to criminal charges. How could one casually enter a room? Of course, some might suggest going to the grass or small woods, but visiting such places in November or December is also inappropriate; the bottom line is: it's cold

Another person chimed in mockingly, saying: "Go on, tell us what you want to stir up? You look like a telephone pole, and we won't even mention that. Finding a girlfriend who is both the top of her class and beautiful is no small feat, and your academic performance is decent too. In the past, there were even those who could paint better than you. Now, what remains is nothing at all! And you are still not satisfied; is there any justice in this? Speak up, what else do you want to do? Just say it, and we will make way for you." Now, what remains is nothing at all! And you are still not satisfied; is there any justice in this? Speak up, what else do you want to do? Just say it, and we will make way for you.

A student in the second year of high school next to me smiled and shook his head, saying: "Fang Yi! Can you leave us a way out? Don't progress so quickly. What are we supposed to do when we enter the third year? Every day, watching you and Wang Qiluo's paintings makes us feel despondent?" The classmates around us all chuckled.

How can you still have the time to talk to yourself when you've held it in like this? Fang Yi thought to himself as he walked back to his desk. Mu Jin turned his head to look at Fang Yi as he sat down and asked, "There are no exams today, why are you back?"

That's good! That's good! You startled me. Only then did Li Lin feel relieved: "With a small test every three days and a major test every five days, I believe I will be thoroughly exhausted before the New Year."

Li Lin said, "I am preparing to go to university alone, and when I graduate, the three of us will return together"

Seeing that you are still so eloquent, could it be that the exercises assigned by the teacher are not sufficient? Fang Yi joked with the classmate who was speaking, saying, If that's the case, I need to report this to Teacher Guan

Fang Yi listened and let out a bitter smile, saying: "There isn't this much time during the art exam, and you can see from https://m.hetushu.com.com what my initial draft looked like. I just persevered and continued to paint. Now I understand what the teacher meant by painting until you can no longer put the brush to the paper." A painting was thus completed, yet the experience bar in Fang Yi's mind seemed to remain completely unchanged, leaving him somewhat disappointed.

Teacher Sun said, "Hurry back and start drawing. With this time, you can shorten the distance to your goals!" Upon hearing the teacher's words, the classmates turned back to their easels, exchanged a few jokes, and began to draw.

Wang Qiluo did not speak, but patted Fang Yi's arm and turned back to the art room. Fang Yi took this advice to heart; changing his mindset was beneficial, and perhaps he would gain some insights, rather than spending all day like a mouse trapped in a windbox. Upon hearing the school bell signaling the end of class, Fang Yi simply walked towards the classroom

Hmph! Am I going to want him?" Li Fen disdainfully turned her head away

In terms of color, Fang Yi has already demonstrated a strength surpassing that of Wang Qiluo. Whether using cool tones or warm tones, Fang Yi can adeptly manage the portrayal of subjects. As for sketching and quick drawing, it cannot be said that one is better than the other.

As soon as he finished speaking, laughter erupted.

"Sign your name and then spray the fixative; this piece is worth preserving." Unbeknownst to them, Teacher Sun had entered the classroom and, looking at Fang Yi's sketch, said, "If you are willing, leave this piece at the school."

Wang Qiluo approached Fang Yi and said: "Don't be too fixated on that kind of monstrous progress you used to have. Being overly demanding is counterproductive. Relax your mind a bit or find something to distract yourself. At times like this, I feel you are too focused; I even suspect that you think about painting while you're in the restroom"

There has been no progress; it is merely a repetition of the previous page," Fang Yi sighed and said, referring to the illustrated book.

It would be best if you could retreat a little, but not too much; we would be satisfied if it were to the point when you first arrived in this classroom

Li Lin also joked, "I can't afford to marry! Eating meat all day would bankrupt me; after all, I am a poor man! Moreover, I have long-term plans in mind"

Fang Yi originally did not want to sign his name on it, and in fact, what he most wanted to do right now was to tear it up. However, after hearing what Teacher Sun said, he had no choice but to sign his name, Fang Yi, along with the date.

Teacher Sun said a few cheerful words to Fang Yi, then took the drawing board along with the painting and went to her office. Fang Yi walked out of the classroom and stood at the door to get some fresh air.

Wang Qiluo indeed understands the level of skill required to achieve such a painting; at least he himself has not yet reached that level, but there is hope.

Li Fen said, "That's perfect! Eating roasted pig during the New Year saves money on the pig's leg!"

"You rascal! You jumped out of the fire pit only to come back and harm us." After saying this, he suddenly remembered, "I won't talk to you anymore; I need to go relieve myself! I've been holding it for half a class." With that, he hurriedly ran towards the restroom.

Fang Yi was at a loss for words and could only blurt out, "You are impressive! I didn't realize you were extraordinary. Alright then! This is the first time I've heard of such an ideal." The next statement left Fang Yi completely speechless.

Wang Qiluo reminded Fang Yi more than once to have his friends pay attention to the preferences of the art academy. He advised adapting to the aesthetic concepts of sketching favored by domestic art academies, as this would lead to high scores in the art examination. First, get accepted, and then how to draw is entirely up to you; he urged Fang Yi to consider this as a stepping stone.

Your sketching skills have improved much faster than mine! If you draw like this during the art exam, you are sure to score high," Wang Qiluo said

Standing in front of the nearly life-sized plaster statue of Moses, Fang Yi conducted a final check of his sketch for hetushucomcom. This sketch took Fang Yi almost a week to complete, dedicating four hours each afternoon to it. The work is exceptionally detailed, capturing even the small chip of plaster that had accidentally been knocked off Moses's foot.

On the paper, Fang Yi first applied a light brown base, giving his lines an antiquated feel. In terms of painting tools, Fang Yi not only used pencils but also charcoal and white pencils. For some of the detailed sections, he utilized charcoal sticks to achieve a blending effect. This painting is nearly the pinnacle of what Fang Yi can achieve today, resembling something that appears very lifelike to the average person

Seeing your concerns, I simply came over to rest for a class because I was tired from drawing. What can a teacher possibly test in just one class!" Fang Yi said with a smile

"Where is it that exaggerated!" Fang Yi said with a smile

However, the heavens did not allow Fang Yi to bask in his success for long. After more than a week, he began to sense his own issues. Of course, these were not problems related to life, but rather to his painting. When the experience gauge in his mind reached ninety-five percent, it seemed to stagnate. It wasn't that it wasn't moving at all; rather, the progress was so minimal that it bore no resemblance to his previous momentum. After finishing each piece, Fang Yi found that he no longer had as many insights and reflections. It was akin to someone who used to drive a small car at sixty miles per hour, now reduced to riding a turtle, moving slower than walking; it would be strange to get used to that. It wasn't that it wasn't moving at all; rather, the progress was so minimal that it bore no resemblance to his previous momentum. After finishing each piece, Fang Yi found that he no longer had as many insights and reflections. It was akin to someone who used to drive a small car at sixty miles per hour, now reduced to riding a turtle, moving slower than walking; it would be strange to get used to that

Since the advent of examinations, standards have emerged; those who meet these standards are deemed good, while those who do not are considered lacking. This is an unavoidable aspect of examination-oriented education, which transcends time and geography, as all schools are ensnared in this framework. Almost everyone understands that the distance between standards and dogma is merely a thin layer of paper, making it impossible to completely avoid it. Would it not be better without standards? In fact, the absence of standards leads to greater chaos. Almost everyone understands that the distance between standards and dogma is merely a thin layer of paper, making it impossible to completely avoid it. Would it not be better without standards? In fact, the absence of standards leads to greater chaos.