Transmigrating into a novel and becoming a beloved figure in interstellar space, this gentle yet arr

Lan Mingsheng and the Empress were waiting for someone in the classroom.

The two stared at the time on the screen, gripping their sticks tighter and tighter.

The moment the announcement to start class rang out, Lan Xicheng and Lan Xiyu, one holding Jin Wuyou and the other holding Jin Yiling, hurriedly rushed into the classroom.

"Dad, Mom, teacher, we're here."

The two stood at attention instantly and greeted the people who were already waiting in the classroom.

"Wuyou, what brings you here?"

Seeing Jin Wuyou being held by Jin Yiling, his hair still disheveled, Lan Mingsheng frowned.

It is reasonable to suspect that it was a prank by one's own two children.

She's still so young, there's no need for her to suffer like this. After all, he couldn't bear to let his youngest son start studying either.

"I came with my older brother and sister because I'm curious about what classes they take." Jin Wuyou, who had been in a daze, came to her senses after hearing Lan Mingsheng's question and told the truth.

She was mainly curious about how children are raised in interstellar society, especially important heirs like the crown prince.

"Alright, alright, sit down now that you're here. Class is about to start." Lan Mingsheng reached out to take Jin Wuyou, but Lan Xicheng subtly dodged him, walked around Lan Mingsheng, and placed Jin Wuyou in the center C position of the first row, the seat that belonged only to him.

"Wuyou, Xiyu, you two who aren't tall enough can sit in the front. Yiling and I will sit in the back."

As he said this, Lan Xicheng had already plopped down in the back.

Although Jin Wuyou was surprised by the existence of this special position, he could still accept it.

But Lan Xiyu wore her accusations against her brother on her face.

“This isn’t appropriate. This position belongs exclusively to His Highness the Crown Prince. How about I give the position to Sister Wuyou, and His Highness can return to his original position without hindering the education of the future heir?” Lan Xiyu emphasized the words “Crown Prince” heavily, practically writing her dissatisfaction on her face.

"I think you deserve a beating!" Lan Xicheng threatened in a low voice.

"Ahem... Let's begin class."

The white-bearded old man above had a clear view of what was happening between the group.

Ignoring their legal battle, I simply announced the start of class.

Anyway, they won't listen or understand, so it doesn't matter where they sit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's continue our previous lesson on particle physics..."

Jin Wuyou was dumbfounded when this was introduced.

Whose child is taking this kind of class?

But thinking about it carefully, with technology having developed to this point, physics textbooks should indeed be getting thicker and thicker.

What was once a huge problem that plagued humanity is now just an ordinary knowledge point in textbooks.

Unfortunately, she had no interest in physics in her previous life and didn't know much about it, which made it impossible for her to understand the lessons now.

Many of the technical terms were completely unfamiliar to me.

If it's this kind of class, there's no need to invite her in the future.

The teacher giving the lecture watched her warily, afraid that she would get bored and then go berserk. Lan Xiping had experienced something like that before.

Although Jin Wuyou felt bored, he didn't cause any trouble. At most, he would prop his head up with his little hands and doze off on the table.

The class ended quickly in a daze.

The quiet classroom finally came alive when the teacher announced the end of class.

This is just the first class of the morning; the second class is about drawing.

This piqued Jin Wuyou's interest.

She loved painting in her past life, but unfortunately she never had the time to study it diligently.

She had seen some interstellar paintings before, and most of them reflected the artist's inner world. The first impression she got from interstellar paintings was that they were restless and noisy.

They favor bold but flamboyant color combinations.

The content is mostly about war and the universe.

Few people can calm down and describe a thing or a landscape.

Occasionally, it's clear that there's a lack of patience, the characterization isn't detailed, and it could even be described as vague.

Looking at these meticulously crafted paintings, yet whose overall style was unsettling, Jin Wuyou expressed concern about the mental state of these artists.

The emergence of spiritual pollution makes it difficult for people to truly calm down, so it's understandable that such a style of art would appear.

The lecturer for them this time was a renowned professor from the Painting Research Society.

She analyzed the current development trend of painting for them and explained typical works.

Seeing how those few paintings, which were only slightly more meticulous in their depiction, were described in such vivid detail, but when no one spoke of the world-famous paintings in the museum that were household names in her previous life, Wuyou knew that she didn't need to listen to this lesson.

Art is an expression of the artist's inner world and has no inherent distinction between beauty and ugliness. It is only the viewer's perception and preferences that lead to the perception of good or bad. Regardless of whether one can appreciate what one has, respecting the artist's efforts is essential.

Interstellar art is quite different from what she encountered on Earth. She doesn't want to argue about other people's art, nor will she force herself to accept it.

So she decided to act according to her own preferences.

This time, she was pleased to find that the studio had prepared a sufficient amount of materials.

From sketching pencils to all kinds of paints, they have it all.

She has never formally studied painting, but she enjoys doodling as she pleases.

Wuyou picked up a small piece of drawing paper with suitable texture and thickness, fixed it on the table, picked up the oil pastels and palette knife, and thought about the scenery she had seen in her previous life.

He created on the paper, stroke by stroke.

With all my attention focused on the drawing paper, the teacher's voice above was automatically blocked out.

Lan Xiyu and Jin Yiling were drowsy.

Lan Xicheng and the Empress are doing well.

While it's not necessary to know these things, it's still important for nobles to have some understanding of them.

Only Jin Wuyou's paintings became more and more spirited.

She was the only one who looked radiant throughout the entire class.

A class lasts one hour, and there is no break in between.

By the time get out of class ended, it was lunch break time.

The teacher left the room, but Jin Wuyou's painting was still not finished.

"Wuyou, what are you doing? It's time to go."

Jin Yiling walked to her left, intending to pull her, but stopped himself when he saw the artwork on her table.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his surprise.

Use sky blue, orange-yellow, yellow, sky blue, and brown oil pastels to lay flat on the paper as a base color. After blending and mixing, use them in sequence to represent the sky, sunset, ocean, and land. Then use Prussian blue, black, and white to depict the light and shadow of the waves. After blending evenly, use a palette knife to scrape off the waves. Use orange-yellow and yellow to paint the sunset reflection on the sea surface, and add white highlights. Finally, add a few seabirds to complete the painting.

It wasn't that complicated, and it didn't require much technical skill, at least that's what she thought.

But everyone who gathered around was amazed.

"Wow, it's so beautiful! Wuyou, how did you draw this?" Lan Xiyu also came over, looking at the painting on her table in disbelief, her face full of surprise and astonishment.

Jin Wuyou briefly explained the steps, but still received confused looks from everyone.

In the end, she couldn't be bothered to explain anymore.

The painting was ultimately taken away by the Queen.