Beyond The Outline

Other students arrived at the studio one after another. There are more than [-] students in one class.

When the studio was almost half full, five or six people had already sat in the vacant seat next to Kang Kai. They were all familiar faces who usually participated in the painting competition. Kang Kai had won two good rankings, and he was regarded as a "star player" .”

"Master Kang!" Another classmate called him as soon as he entered the door, and then sat down on the empty seat next to Kang Kai in two or three steps.

"..." Kang Kai started the seventh forced chat: "Hello, hello, master, it's too good to be true."

That classmate was also acquainted, hooked Kang Kai's shoulder and said, "Hey, master is being humble. We met on the day of the Xinghai Cup selection. I heard that you also came to this training camp. I didn't expect to meet you."

Kang Kai: "You're welcome."

While chatting with him, Kang Kai couldn't help but look back at what Xu Sheng was doing.

In the end, only half of the back of the head was seen—he had seen this pose too much in the studio, and he was impatient to wait. In this way, Xu Sheng's hair grew a bit, and his long legs could only be stepped under the easel due to lack of space. Hanging your neck, choosing between sleeping and playing with your phone.Finally choose to sleep.

So the half of the back of the head was completely buried, and the easel beam raised the knees to a height just enough to lie on the ground, and only half of the elbows could be seen from the side.

There are two star players in their training camp this year, one is Kang Kai, and the other is said to have won many awards. The boy wears glasses and sits in the middle of the second row after entering the door, picking a good perspective.

The two star contestants were greeted one by one by other students in the studio.

In the world of art candidates, there is no academic performance, and whoever draws well is the boss.

Xu Sheng slept for ten minutes.

Following the noisy conversation, the studio teacher came in with a stack of reference books.

Kang Kai didn't care if Xu Sheng was asleep or not, and sent Xu Sheng a message:

I really don't think it's right, I doubt the test.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and with the phone vibrating against his thigh, Xu Sheng half-closed his eyes and took out the phone.

The studio teacher is slightly older than Aunt Kang. The man still doesn’t look old at this age. His hair is dyed fashionable and his body is thin. He stands beside the pile of still lifes and suppresses all the voices in the studio with one sentence. : "For the basic test, the color tone is required to be warm. It takes two hours to start painting. Self-introduction is waived. That set is all fake. Use your paintings to let me know you."

The audience fell silent: "..."

Then there was an unexpected howl: "No."

"Take the exam right away?"

Xu Sheng was still huddled in the back row, not getting enough sleep.

He studied the questions until the early morning last night, and chatted with his boyfriend until midnight. He packed up his things and moved to the dormitory early in the morning. Now he is very sleep-deprived.

After hearing this, he put his legs down, leaned back, scratched his hair, and replied to Kang Kai: What are you afraid of.

After replying, he habitually clicked on Shao Zhan's chat box, and he ignored Ren Kangkai's reply.

Kang Kai: I'm so nervous.

- aren't you nervous?

- what about people?Asleep again?

After the studio teacher finished his brief self-introduction, Xu Sheng reluctantly replied: I'm sleepy and I'm chatting with my boyfriend.

Kang Kai: ...

The focus of the audience was still on the studio teacher and the two star contestants.

Kang Kai pressed again, waiting for a long time without waiting for a reply, a classmate from the side came over and whispered: "Master Kang, I like you, No.1, we can't lose to the one with glasses."

Kang Kai really wanted to say: No, no, what are you thinking, the real boss shrank back and was busy dating.

Xu Sheng's position was at the back, blocked by the drawing board, not conspicuous, he looked like a wild crane in the clouds.After sitting up, other students who were close to him in the back row accidentally glanced at his position. In a studio that relies entirely on painting skills to speak, Xu Sheng was able to shock the students in the back row with his face: Fuck, This face is worth this leg, seriously?

The teacher in the studio hurriedly swept the stage: "The water room is opposite the aisle outside. Those who need to receive water can go in batches." After finishing speaking, he raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "The exam has begun."

- This studio is a preliminary test, which is a bit interesting.

- Come on, little artist.

Where did Little Painter get his nickname from?

Xu Sheng laughed and began to prepare for the exam. After finishing the preparations, he began to look for angles to compose the picture. He pinched a very thin outline pen in his hand, and dipped some ocher color on the drawing board to make a draft.

……

Two hours passed, and when the paintings were about to be collected, some students started whispering.

"I heard that this teacher never gave full marks easily. My cousin also trained in this studio before. She said that by the end of the day, the highest score was only 148 points."

Sketch, color, sketch three scores of 150 each, 90 is a passing score.

In the end someone said: "There are two big guys in our class this time, so there should be two full marks, no matter how you say these two are the top two in the Xinghai Cup."

The teacher in the studio didn't say much after collecting the paintings, but said: "Continue later, the other two teachers will come to take you to take the drawing and sketching exam."

After all three subjects had been tested, they were left in the studio to continue practicing their sketches and wait for the final results to be announced.

Before school was over, the studio teacher came into class with a stack of paintings: "This time I got three full marks."

The part of guessing the score is always the most exciting part. After sweeping away the exhaustion of the past few days, everyone guessed: "Master Kang is one, Mr. Wang is one, who else got the perfect score?"

"It seems that our class is really full of masters, and the Three Primary Colors Studio has lived up to its reputation."

Xu Sheng sat in the corner and took a candy bar to satisfy his hunger. He waited for the get out of class to be over and took Kang Kai out for a meal. He casually hooked a 4B pencil in his hand and held it between his fingers.

The studio teacher announced "three full marks": "Xu Sheng, 150 for color, 150 for sketch, and 150 for sketch."

All the students who thought that three full marks were three people: "..."

The studio teacher continued to report the name: "Kang Kai, color 148, sketch..."

Only then did they react belatedly: What the hell? !

Who is Xu Sheng?

Kang Kai and another "star player" had the same score of 148, but that elder brother was obviously in a bad mood, and anyone who was completely crushed would not be in a good mood.And at his level, in the past, the studio must always get full marks.

On the contrary, Kang Kai didn't have any opinion on his score, and he also knew the reason why he only scored 150 for a painting that could normally score 148 points: because of the comparison.

Nothing wrong with just looking at it.

As long as it is placed with Xu Sheng's painting, the gap will immediately come out, and the previous 150 points can't help but drop.

Thinking of this, Kang Kai couldn't help turning his head to see what Xu Sheng was doing amidst the din of many voices overlapping and asking "Who is Xu Sheng?"

Hmm... As usual, I lowered my head and replied to the message.

Kang Kai let out a "fuck" in his heart, as Xu Sheng's career fan, he was really heartbroken.

The acquaintance beside him also asked: "Who is Xu Sheng, do you know Master Kang?"

"Well, I know him." Kang Kai looked away, "He is my father."

"..."

Fortunately, the teacher in the studio also had the same questions as the students in the audience. He has taught so many students, and he has encountered many outstanding and excellent students, but he rarely encountered such "garish" style of painting. He looked at The audience: "Which classmate is Xu Sheng? Raise your hand and let me see."

Xu Sheng casually raised his hand while sending Kang Kai a question, "What's for dinner?"

The next day, the news that there was a big boss in the Three Primary Colors Studio spread to other studios.

Xu Sheng didn't have the time to care about those rumors. Apart from painting, he memorized vocabulary every day. The training period was both a consolidation period and a sprint period for art candidates. The weather was completely winter, and washing the paint tray by the pool was freezing. The drawing paper is also getting more and more tiring.

Most people will stay in the studio until one or two in the morning, day after day.

Xu Sheng was so busy that he had to take time to take a shower. The intensive training filled all his time. Shao Zhan was busy with the competition. The two of them chatted a few words every day, and occasionally took time to make videos.

Last night, Shao Zhan sent an audio file in addition to saying "good night" with a note: I will listen to it tomorrow.

The people in the studio are familiar with him, and occasionally come to watch his demonstration, and there are always three or two people around, and today is no exception: "Can we watch you paint for a while?"

Xu Sheng didn't refuse, he took out the earphones and put them on.

When Xu Sheng was painting, he was used to listening to things with one earphone on. While listening, he began to look for proportions and draw drafts according to the pictures.

After putting on the earphones, the audio downloaded yesterday will be automatically played for 38 minutes.

When Xu Sheng downloaded it yesterday, he thought it would be a course lecture shared by Shao Zhan from the Internet, or a study summary, but he didn't care. However, after the automatic playback, he couldn't control the strength of the cable, and drew out a long line: " ..."

The students on the side didn't miss any of Xu Sheng's painting steps: "Xu Shen, is this line? Is it an auxiliary line?"

Xu Sheng squeezed the plastic eraser to erase the line, pretended to be calm and said, "No, my hands are slippery."

There was a two-second blank at the beginning of the audio, and then a voice that he was so familiar with came through the headphone cable, as if speaking against his left ear: "Today is the ninth day of the training camp."

The boy's voice was low and cold, accompanied by the sound of pages turning.

"You don't need to be distracted to listen to what I'm reading next, just let it go."

Xu Sheng heard him say the first sentence "Textone."

"Hello, David. I hope I haven't kept you waiting..."

Shao Zhan read a set of English listening materials. He adjusted the interval between sentences, worried that he would read too fast, and his voice was obviously cold, but every time he read it at the end, he would lower it slightly, showing a bit of inadvertence, which was completely different from the voice. The opposite meaning.

He analyzed the score loss points of the English test paper before Xu Sheng left, and found that the score loss in the listening part was quite serious, especially the last two big questions.

He doesn't need to be distracted to listen and concentrate on drawing, but playing it to his ear a few times can also increase his sense of language, and then come back to the cultural class later, maybe his listening ability can be improved.

Accompanied by Shao Zhan's voice, Xu Sheng finished drawing half a sketch and was about to stop and bend over to sharpen a pencil. The audio was broadcast to the last ten seconds.

The sound of turning the pages stopped, Shao Zhan sighed into the night, his voice was lower, and it was rare to be rough: "...fuck, I miss you."

Xu Sheng's hand holding the paintbrush tightened, and when he suddenly heard his boyfriend talking about love, his ears blushed uncontrollably, then he simply put down the paintbrush, raised his hand, and covered his eyes with the palm of his hand.

The student next to him: "Xu Shen? Are you uncomfortable?" This is Xu Sheng's new nickname after he got three full marks.

Xu Sheng: "...It's a little uncomfortable."

Xu Sheng said heartily.

Heartbeat too fast.