Zhong Yu didn't know where Lin Yuan's confidence came from. He thought that Lin Yuan hadn't yet understood Luo Wei's capabilities. Unable to speak out, he subtly tugged at Lin Yuan's sleeve, indicating that it would be better to choose a different category.
The others in the painting club shared this sentiment.
However, Luo Wei didn't give them a chance to hesitate any further: "Let's stick to the rules, we'll compete with Chinese painting. There are too many people here, shall we go inside to compete?"
Luo Wei pointed to a room inside.
Lin Yuan nodded in agreement.
Luo Wei asked, "How much time do you need?"
Lin Yuan replied, "Whatever."
Luo Wei raised an eyebrow, "Then let's take two hours. What type of Chinese painting?"
Chinese painting is divided into different types.
According to the materials used and methods of representation, it can be subdivided into ink and wash painting, heavy-color painting, light-cinnabar, fine-brush, freehand brushwork, line drawing and so on.
According to the subject matter, it includes figure painting, landscape painting, flower and bird painting, etc.
Lin Yuan repeated these two words.
Luo Wei gave Lin Yuan a deep look: "Then, 'whatever' it is."
She entered the empty room next door, and Lin Yuan followed her in, asking Zhong Yu to prepare the paints.
Zhong Yu muttered quietly after helping Lin Yuan prepare the paints.
At this time, Luo Wei was seated across from Lin Yuan and had already picked up her brush: "Just a friendly heads-up, I plan to use ink and wash. This is the type of Chinese painting I excel at."
"Me too. Ink and wash."
Lin Yuan had intended to paint an ink and wash painting anyway.
But upon hearing these words, Luo Wei felt Lin Yuan's provocation was stronger. It seemed like he was implying that no matter what she painted, he could keep up as he was fine with everything…
Luo Wei's demeanor became serious.
When she got serious, she discarded all irrelevant emotions. She didn't even think about who she was competing against, she only wanted to create her painting in the most perfect way.
Lin Yuan also got serious—
He took out his Qi Baishi character card seriously.
He wasn't pretending or trying to challenge anyone.
If he had drawn any other card, Lin Yuan wouldn't have been confident.
Just with Chinese painting, Lin Yuan felt like there was no reason for him to lose. Because after using the character card, he wasn't just Lin Yuan, he was…
And not only that, he was at his peak state as Qi Baishi!
The truth was indeed this way. The moment he activated the Qi Baishi character card, his mind became filled with understanding of Chinese painting.
This understanding of Chinese painting was far beyond his own professional level!
This should be the top level of Chinese painting, beyond the professional level!
Lin Yuan was ready to draw one of Qi Baishi's shrimp paintings!
And the name of this painting is 'Six Shrimps'!
On the raw Xuan paper,
with the mixed-hair brush dipped in ink, Lin Yuan painted the first stroke.
It was the shrimp closest to the viewer.
The brush, dipped in light ink, the brush tip dipped in dark ink, and using a moderate amount of water, drew the shrimp head with two side strokes of the brush.
The first stroke was short and thick.
The second stroke was slim and long.
With a sideways brushstroke, the body joints of the shrimp were already coming to life on the paper.
When painting the legs, Lin Yuan started using a center brush stroke, followed by another stroke of heavy ink on the head!
With a focus of the brush tip, he dots the eye of the shrimp, and Lin Yuan lifts his wrist.
The light and dark ink complimented each other, instantly filling the painting with a sense of space…
Lin Yuan couldn't help but want to compliment, the painting was truly great, but realizing that to compliment himself was shameful, he held back the thought.
He joyfully wielded the brush!
Lin Yuan enjoyed this state.
As he finished the first shrimp, its lively, agile, and alert form seemed to have come to life!
The characteristics of the shrimp were clear in Lin Yuan's mind.
Therefore, with only a few strokes, he used the depth and shades of the ink to express a sense of movement.
When he started the second shrimp, the hard shells were almost transparent, varying from dark to light.
Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth…
With the variations in brushwork, the waist of the shrimp took various forms, some bent forward, some swam in a straight line, and others crawled with their waist bent.
When the sixth shrimp was completed, Lin Yuan finally stopped.
"No one knows ink and wash shrimp painting better than Qi Baishi."
This was the only feeling in Lin Yuan's heart at this moment, especially after seeing the painting he had just completed, Lin Yuan understood even more deeply…
If he hadn't used Qi Baishi's character card, with just his professional-level skill, he would absolutely not have been able to create this 'Six Shrimps'!
As he looked up at Luo Wei, it seemed that she was completely immersed in her painting. Her ink was mostly heavy, and the range of her brush strokes was wide after lifting her wrist. Lin Yuan could roughly guess that the other party was probably painting a large creature…
He didn't disturb her.
He didn't get up either.
He just waited quietly.
At this time, outside the door, the number of people from the painting club was increasing, along with endless discussions:
"They're competing with Chinese painting?"
"Doesn't that mean the GOAT is finished?"
"The result seems easy to guess."
"There's no suspense, now I'm looking forward to how wonderful President Luo's Chinese painting will be!"
"Yes, it's been a long time since we've seen President Luo paint a Chinese painting!"
"Zhong Yu, of all things to draw, you just had to get Chinese painting."
"GOAT's teammate is dragging him down."
"So much for being the top disciple. Who doesn't he scheme against, but his own master."
"Hahaha, what if the GOAT wins?"
"Please, a professional level Chinese painting contestant might not even beat President Luo."
"Even amongst professional level contestants, President Luo is one of the better ones at Chinese painting."
Just then, there was a commotion at the entrance.
Zhong Yu, who had been wearing a sulky face, became even more frustrated when he saw who arrived, "Why is Professor Kong here?"