Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

Milo looked under his clothes again and found his skin intact, without any abnormality.

What a weird thing.

Is it an illusion?

Milo thought about it and decided not to lie down again. He decided to take a walk.

The library garden is a carefully designed environment for relaxation.

All flowering plants have been processed through gene editing technology, and their flowering period and evergreen period are very long.

For this reason, all the plants in the garden are carefully controlled to be at their most prosperous period and combined into precise and complete patterns. This neat feeling makes anyone who comes in feel relaxed.

This soothing feeling is due to the fact that the furnishing style is completely in line with the range that humans can perceive, and also because the air is filled with soft white noise and specific smells, which together create the most "natural" scenery.

Even the sunlight has been filtered by AI, with carefully controlled light and shadow, to ensure that different flowers get the best sunlight experience while also having the most beautiful light and shadow.

This is also Miro's favorite place to come.

Turning a corner, I saw the flourishing scene of the garden and admired the splendor of colorful flowers.

Miro suddenly noticed that in the corner of the flower bed, there appeared an irregular light and shadow jagged pattern with blurred edges.

The jagged edge of light and shadow was small and moved quickly, but Milo noticed it clearly.

Because the originally neat light and shadow pattern is no longer perfect due to the jagged flow of light and shadow, but because of this imperfection, the whole picture has a sense of life.

Miró suddenly had an idea: "This scene is interesting. Should I record it with my brush?"

"Huh? Why did I have such an idea..."

Milo had a moment of doubt.

This doesn't fit my personality...

He knew himself well enough. Except for the normal class time, he would lie down and rest whenever he could. He had already given up the idea of ​​promotion. After all, there was no direct way to get promoted in painting, and the competition in other professions was too fierce. It was better for him to lie down and rest.

but……

Could it be that this is the inspiration?

Miro had heard that many creative professions would have a burst of inspiration at a certain time due to certain things or scenes, but he had never experienced it himself and thought it was just a rumor.

Maybe this is my current situation?

Did it really happen to me?

I have never had this sudden feeling of wanting to describe something before.

Yes, this must be it, this is the state of inspiration bursting out.

It can't be wasted.

Miró ordered his portable robot to deliver the painting materials. He stayed on the spot, observing the scene he witnessed, and at the same time constantly thinking in his mind what kind of brushwork, style, and angle he should use to depict the scene in front of him.

In Milo's mind, all the knowledge of the past surged up at this moment, like a storm, swirling in his mind.

Whatever idea he had, the complicated knowledge in the storm - painting techniques, styles, light and shadow would naturally converge to the center of the storm, forming one alternative after another.

The more you think, the more perfect it becomes, and the more obsessed you become.

"So this is what creation feels like. My ideas are refined bit by bit, and the strong confidence that keeps emerging in my heart tells me that this must be a perfect work."

"This confidence isn't groundless. It's the result of looking at several options and choosing the one that best suits my taste. Every decision has its reasons, and it's a guarantee of the quality of the final product."

"I can't wait any longer..."

Miró's heart was filled with emotion. For the first time, he felt that the preparation time for painting was too long. There was a feeling of inspiration stuck at his fingertips, and he felt suppressed and unable to release it.

The personal robot in the distance flew over from the sky like a flash of lightning and put down Milo's painting bag.

Miró couldn't wait to open his painting bag, pick up the drawing board and paint, and without doing any further preparation, he picked up the paintbrush and painted his inspiration on the white paper.

He drew quickly, and everything was already considered while he was thinking.

What you need to do now is to fill the entire piece of paper with the thoughts in your heart and the pictures in your mind.

He painted very quickly, and the paint flowed onto the paper like a violent storm.

Flowers, trees, and grass are real and delicate in Miró's paintings, just like the scene before our eyes, exquisite, neat, and magnificent.

With just a few strokes, the main body of the garden has been outlined, with bright and rich colors, completely replicating the most deliberate beauty of the garden on paper.

In the center of the picture, there are clusters of neatly arranged blue bells, roses, and peonies...

The light is soft and varied, the flowers in the bright areas are gorgeous and the grass in the dark areas are full of vitality.

Is the work finished?

No, it's just the beginning.

In the shadow area below the flowers, Miró used extremely thin, trembling, almost transparent gray-purple and dirty white lines to outline the "ghost" of the short-lived, irregularly jagged shadow.

It has no clear boundaries, like a wisp of smoke that appears and disappears, forming an eerie contrast with the solidity of the flowers above.

Then, this mixed shadow, like a drop of ink dissolving into water, quietly spread around the painting.

Except for the main flower bush, all the surrounding scenes are presented as a flowing golden, silver, and gray light bands. At the edges where these light bands intersect, there are extremely tiny, highly saturated noise points that are almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Scarlet, dark blue.

You can't see them at first glance, but you can feel their presence in the picture, as if hidden behind the canvas.

These noise points are irregularly distributed in every corner of the entire picture.

If you look at it individually, the lower part of the picture has some dirty lines, but when you put it into the whole picture, the lower part of the picture no longer has a dirty feeling, but is clean and heavy.

The shadowed area beneath the flowers is covered with several scribbled, unrecognizable, messy lines.

However, when looking at the entire painting and focusing on the subject of flowers, these lines below will give people a subtle illusion - these are withered flowers, looming in the shadows.

But in fact, in this garden, the flowers will never wither.

"No, they will wither, but the withered flowers will be replaced."

Milo's eyes lit up.

In the harmonious color system, adding a hint of "dirty color" that is almost invisible but intuitively perceptible, these details add more details and time to the entire painting.

The focus of the picture is not on the realistic flowers in the main body, but on the blurred scenes around it and the rich emotional expression in the lines.

The work was almost finished, but Miró did not stop sketching the details.

In that interlaced shadow of gold and silver colliding, the color expression is constantly adjusted.

There was a feeling lingering in his heart, as if there was a voice in his heart urging him to do better.

In Miró's crazy eyes, there was only the painting in front of him and the scene behind the painting.

There are no withered flowers in the garden, and no blurred, colliding shadows in the background, but on the picture, they are all there.

When this painting is placed alongside the original scene, it has a stronger impact and is more eye-catching; the garden behind it, while exquisite, pales in comparison.

This feeling is hard to describe perfectly in words.

Yes, this is my work.

Works that fuel my passion and inspiration.

At this moment, Miró looked at the painting in front of him and felt a heartfelt satisfaction as if he had eaten a large piece of candy.

There is no flaw in the picture, and all the content that I want to express is presented on the picture.

Not more, not less, everything is just right.

Miró looked at his own paintings, his eyes full of appreciation and satisfaction for his own talent.

He sat on the grass.

Perhaps because he was too involved, or perhaps because he had burned out his energy, Milo was pale, covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Miró was not surprised that the body and spirit were the nourishment of inspiration.

Milo touched the emblem on his wrist and contacted his homeroom teacher: "Teacher Xiaoxin, please identify it."

Xiaoxin's teacher immediately replied: "I see, Xiao Mi Mi, you're still working hard on your painting over the weekend. You've really worked hard."

"Teacher! My name is Milo, not Xiao Mimi. If you want to call me by a nickname, that's not it."

"Okay, I get it, Xiao Mi Mi. You'll get wrinkles soon if you act so serious."

Milo sighed deeply: "Sure enough, Mr. Xiaoxin is still so unreliable."

"Oh, alright, alright, hurry up and look at the work. You're wasting my time by dragging me along like this."

Milo couldn't help but raise his voice: "Who is wasting time?!"

Behind Miró, a camera suddenly turned, looked at the painting, and adjusted the focus.

“It’s a nice piece of work.”

"First, according to the regulations, I need to determine the main structure of the picture..."

Shin-chan's voice came from the badge on his wristband.

“Complies with the 7.3rd edition of the Intermediate Visual Order Aesthetic Standard. The accuracy of flower depiction reaches Class A (98.7%), and the color saturation, brightness, and hue distribution meet the preset “soothing-focusing” spectrum range (error rate