When a vampire bites an omega

After Ivan and Fu Bin finished speaking, they immediately said goodbye, and ran away like the wind on their feet.

When I got to the study area downstairs, I was still a little out of breath.

Simon looked up from a pile of cookbooks, and asked him in a low voice, "Fanfan, you borrowed a book, why are you still running?" After speaking, he pulled Ivan to sit next to him, pointed to the butterfly cake on the book and said : "I think, cookies may not be suitable for me, how about I make butterfly cakes?"

Ivan looked at the attractive illustrations in the book and sighed a little.He turned his head to look at Simon, with a helpless and serious expression: "Xiao Xi, actually, I think it might just be that baking is not suitable for you."

Simon: ...

This feeling is really like being struck by lightning.

The red-haired Omega plopped onto the page of the book: "Is it so real? Woooooo..."

The two were talking, when suddenly there was a laugh from the opposite side.

The two people who were buried in their books both looked up, and saw the tall and thin senior standing opposite him with a smile on his face.

It was the Alpha senior who took Ivan to the oil painting room last time, the one named Aaron.

Aaron was obviously very happy to see Ivan, leaned over excitedly, and said, "Student, I found you! Last time you said that beginners should use pencils first, and other oil painters have tried it. Obviously a lot of progress! Now you are a celebrity in our studio."

As he said, he turned on his wristwatch again: "It's not just the people in our studio, your method has been spread to the outside world in the past month, and every well-ranked oil painting salon knows about it, even Xi The professor of oil painting at the Metropolitan Academy of Art has heard about it! Last week at our salon, he even came here to inquire about you!"

Ivan opened his mouth and let out an 'ah', not knowing what to say for a moment.

He just casually proposed a more flattering method that people used before.

A technique like this is just a simple introduction and cannot be used too much.

Just like when children in the old days were learning bicycles, they always had to add two wheels to the rear wheel to maintain balance at the beginning, but they had to remove the balance wheel before they could really learn.

So... If you are a professor of oil painting and still obsessed with this kind of introductory technique, you always feel that something is wrong.

The senior on the opposite side didn't realize the boy's thoughts at all, and was still talking to himself:

"I just sent a message to the professor. He said that he will be in the oil painting studio in 5 minutes. He must meet you! Let's go to the studio!"

Then, without any explanation, he dragged Ivan up and took him directly to the studio.

Because it was the weekend, there were more people in the studio than last time.

The entire studio is still elegant and quiet, so the movement of the two entering the door seems a bit loud relative to each other.

The moment the door was closed, several pairs of eyes looked over at the same time, and Aaron clapped his palms along the way: "Everyone, I brought the junior Ivan you have always wanted to see."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the whole studio suddenly became warm.

"Student brother, after listening to your method, I can finally draw a complete picture, come and see!" said one.

Not to be outdone, the other raised his hand and shouted, "Me too!"

It was the first time for Ivan to attract such attention, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

In the Renaissance era of the Middle Ages, there were as many talented artists as there were stars in the sky, and those who could stand out were those with extraordinary talents.After being transformed into a vampire, he followed the ancestor all the time, no matter how much light he had on his body, he was covered by the grand halo of the ancestor.Not to mention, there are not many people in the blood clan who can appreciate art, and it's good for them not to taunt.

Therefore, although the blond-haired and blue-eyed boy has lived in the world for more than 400 years, he is still like a lost star under the moonlight, whose light has never been discovered by anyone.

"It's not... that powerful." The young man lowered his eyes slightly and whispered, his face flushed slightly, "You can also try to draw shapes first, such as circles, squares, etc., and then draw Try drawing simple shapes, eggs, music boxes, etc."

He had actually scanned the paintings of several of his classmates just now, and he had seen two of them a month ago, and it seemed that he had made a lot of progress.But it can also be seen that the writing is green and the writing skills are very shallow. It can be seen that the basic skills are not solid.

Just as he was about to walk over to help them change it, he heard a discordant cold snort.

"It's nice to say, we haven't seen your paintings before, who knows how well you paint, don't tell others for a long time, you are a half-assed person. The oil painting circle is only so big, and suddenly an unknown person came to give pointers Jiangshan? Let me ask, who are you?"

Ivan followed the voice and realized that it was a boy sitting in the corner.

The boy looked only about 160 centimeters, and his feet couldn't even reach the ground when he was sitting on a chair, but he put on an imposing look.

The Alphas in the military academy are basically over [-] tall, and this boy looks like an Omega from the medical school.And by the looks of it, he's still a pampered Omega.

However, although Omega's attitude is arrogant, the painting on the silk cloth looks much better than others.Among a bunch of rookies, he can be regarded as a young man, no wonder he speaks so wildly.

At this time, the peacock-like Omega rolled his eyes when he saw Ivan sizing him up.

"What are you looking at? If what I said is wrong, you can demonstrate it to everyone! You don't have any works, so why do you convince so many people?"

Aaron obviously didn't expect such an embarrassing thing to happen, and he didn't know how to end it for a while, so he could only put on an embarrassed smile to comfort Ivan: "Andy has this temper, junior, don't mind it. Last month Didn't you take home a painting that just started from the studio? Or... show it to everyone?"

Speaking of the painting, Ivan froze.

Although that painting has only been painted for a month, it cannot be described as fine and perfect at all, but if it is really taken out...

It is also enough to turn him into a big tree that attracts the wind.

What's more, he painted a portrait without his consent.

So, the little vampire just rubbed the corner of his clothes in embarrassment and said, "Well, I haven't finished drawing it yet... I can't show it to you..."

After speaking, it was obvious that the atmosphere was even colder than before, so he hurriedly added: "However, I can help you change your current content..."

When the boy spoke, the ending sound became weaker and weaker.

The whole studio fell into silence.

There is a strange smell in the air.

The second hand on the clock on the wall clicked several times before everyone began to cheer awkwardly: "Oh, yes, yes! Ha, ha, ha!"

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Ivan breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the nearest classmate.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy stretched out his hands from his wide sleeves, took over the palette, scanned the silk cloth with his eyes a few times, and skillfully began to color the palette.

"Look here, what you want to paint is a lake under the moonlight, but the coloring is a little greenish. If you want to highlight the moonlight, your color is not bright enough, but if you want to highlight the night, your color is not dark enough. .So, the whole structure is not so harmonious."

As he said, he brought the paintbrush with new paint to the silk cloth, turned to ask the classmates sitting on the chair, and asked, "Can I write?"

The classmate looked at the palette in Ivan's hand, and then at the lake he had painted. The color was obviously a bit off. This was the first time he saw someone modifying the painting in such a big way, and he nodded after a long time: "Student, you can change it as you like."

Then, I saw the lakes, which were not clearly colored before, covered with a new layer of color by the boy's brush.

So, everyone watched, the young man held the palette in one hand, and advanced layer by layer from the edge of the lake to the center of the lake, dipping more white paint every step, and when the paint was mixed until it was almost full white, he finally painted to the center of the lake.

The lake water reflecting the moon came out like this.

"Now, it's just a rough rendering. Because the lake has ripples, it should be deep and shallow, and the ripples should be made out." He said, pointing his fingertips at the middle moon: "The moon in the lake should be a rippling moon." In the ripples, I only drew a white circle here, so I also poured a layer of dark blue to bring out the moon and the ripples."

Although he finished speaking, he didn't write any more, and turned to repairing the surrounding things.

The lush forests, the green grass on the ground, every stroke is precise and meticulous, even the small dewdrops on the grass blades are painted with a cleansing effect by him.

"You see, the light is shining from the west of the center of the sky, so the time you drew should be one or two o'clock in the morning. If the moonlight shines from this direction, it will form a dark shadow on the east side of the tree trunk, and the color here will be blurred." Deeper, the three-dimensional sense and the sense of substitution come out.”

After painting the surrounding scenery, he stretched out his fingertips and slowly approached the lake in the middle of the canvas. After realizing that it was more than half dry, he changed to a different type of brush and drew out the remaining lake layer by layer.

An oil painting that looked crude at first seemed to be infused with life under Ivan's pen, and it became a treasure in no time.

"This is just a first draft. Because there is less time, the drawing is not very detailed." Ivan put down the palette, took a step back, and bent his eyes: "Look, isn't it much better this way?"

Crowd: ...

Not only is it much better...

It's so different, isn't it!

Everyone was about to gather around to take a good look at the altered landscape painting, when a voice full of anger suddenly sounded from behind.

"Don't move! Don't move, let me see!"

Everyone turned their heads together, and only then did they see the upright professor stretching his head and looking inside.Looking behind him, there is a man in military uniform.

Hastily withdrew to both sides of the easel, and said hello in unison: "Professor, Major!"

Ivan's attention was all on the elder, and when he heard everyone shouting 'Major', he noticed the familiar figure behind the professor.

The young man who was still able to handle it just now, the moment he saw Kaili, he swallowed his whole body warmly.

He stretched the hem of his clothes, walked to the man's side, gently tugged his clothes twice with his fingers, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come to the studio?"

The man just let out a low laugh, raised his eyebrows slightly, folded his arms around his chest, and said, "If I don't come, how do I know you are so powerful, huh?"