Imitation of others

Author: Apricot and Pear

Imitation of others

"Mr. Gu, I hope you can defeat me."

These words, which sounded like a declaration of war, attracted surprised looks from many people present.

They looked at the thin young man with strange eyes.

"Look at the badge, the name of the guy fighting is Gu Weijing? Miss Sakai seems to be quite interested in him."

"I've never heard of him. Oh, by the way, his grandfather's name is Gu Tongxiang, and he is a local painter from Yangon this time."

"Oh, local painters. That's difficult."

"Well, after all, Tanaka-kun is an outstanding student from the best art academy in RB. His vision and knowledge are not comparable to that of a local painter."

"Let's see."

There was a burst of discussion among the crowd.

Tanaka Masakazu walked towards the drawing board. He looked around with some fear at the expressions of the professors looking at him.

Although most of those scrutinizing eyes were directed at Gu Weijing, his hand holding the pen cap was still trembling a little.

He was not worried about his opponent, but he was a little worried about the piercing eyes of the old painters around him.

A painter's intricacies can be seen closely by these masters the moment he picks up his paintbrush.

The reason for the worry in his heart was that after these people had seen the painting talent and talent of the Sakai siblings that made their peers despair.

Will it make you look too bad?

After not seeing each other for a while, not only the painting skills of his inner nightmare Katsuko Sakai were astonishing, but Tsunamasa Sakai, who was not famous in the shadow of his sister, was already a decent young talent.

"Fortunately, I only need to defeat him... A poor man who was robbed of his opportunity challenges the second generation of a family of calligraphers and painters to achieve gilding in an upright manner. Those art magazines like this story very much."

Tanaka Masakazu cast his gaze on Gu Weijing and felt a little more at ease.

He planned that as soon as this project was over, no, as soon as he returned to the hotel today, Masakazu Tanaka would contact a familiar tabloid reporter on Line to break the news.

This kind of tidbits is a favorite subject in the art circle, not to mention that Yangon this time is an international project cooperating with multiple countries.

There is no need to add any exaggeration, as long as this story is re-narrated selectively, people will naturally regard this boy named Gu Weijing as the kind of artistic bully who relies on his connections to "bully men and women", even if he

Grandpa Gu Tongxiang is just a little painter with no international reputation.

This kind of thing only has a basic tone first.

If there are still people who insist on "insulting Mr. Cao" without evidence, it will naturally be Hua Erdai who mobilized his connections to throw dirty water on his poor self.

"Boy, why bother? You have to come and provoke me."

Tanaka Masakazu admired his own wisdom in his heart.

He didn't think he would lose at all.

Even though he started in junior high school, he has not seriously picked up a paintbrush for a long time, and he is not considered an outstanding student of Tama Art Academy at all.

But Tanaka believed that this Gu Weijing was obviously the same type of person as him, and he had been gilded in the project by virtue of his home registration in Yangon.

The other party is only a middle school student, while he is a student at the most famous art academy in RB. If you have never eaten pork, you have always seen pigs running away. The environmental gap between the two parties is worlds apart.

No matter how unskilled you are at sketching and pen drawing, it's not something that a bumpkin from a remote country can compare to.

But for some reason, maybe it was Sakai Katsuko's declaration like a challenge from a well-matched opponent, Tanaka felt a little inexplicably gloomy in his heart.

"Just in case...just in case..."

"Is this kid really a genius?"

impossible.

Tanaka Masakazu felt that he was worrying too much.

One monster like Sakai Katsuko is enough.

If his grandfather Gu Weijing had the skills of Professor Sakai who taught the Sakai siblings, he wouldn't have never heard of this old guy's name.

…

"Timing begins."

As soon as the two parties were in position, they pressed the timer switch.

Tanaka Masakazu immediately picked up the paintbrush.

But Gu Wei Jing does not.

"affectation."

Looking at Gu Weijing who was wiping his hands in the field, many people frowned.

Some teachers from the art academy shook their heads disdainfully.

Many people feel that he is trying to imitate others. For a painting with a time limit of five minutes, every second after the timer starts is precious.

The reason Sakai Katsuko can do this is because he is a once-in-a-century Sakai Katsuko, and Gu Weijing does the same thing, which feels a bit pretentious.

"Shengzi, where does this kid come from?"

Uncle Kazunari Sakai turned his head and asked his daughter in a low voice.

"I don't know either, but I only know that he is very strong."

Sakai Katsuko whispered to her father in a soft voice and looked at the field with bright eyes.

Gu Weijing was not only wiping his hands, he was also looking at Tanaka Masakazu's drawing board on one side.

He was thinking about a question——

"Do you want to use your skills?"

When it comes to the basic skills of simple line structure, with the blessing of Mr. Menzel’s decades of experience, not to mention Tanaka Masakazu, there are probably not many artists in the field who can beat him.

But relying too far on strengths that do not belong to you is not a good thing.

The simplest truth.

It's not a big deal for a painter to have an inspiration once in a while, but if you can perform your best for half an hour every day and show master-level skills, and the rest of the time your skills plummet, if you do this for a long time, people will regard you as a monster.

Gu Weijing decided to observe Tanaka Masakazu's paintings first.

"Ah."

He sneered.

Frizzy, clumsy, sticky.

Gu Weijing was even a little surprised after Tanaka Masato and the first few strokes of his lines.

"This is the level of students from the most famous art school in RB." He raised his eyebrows.

Tanaka Masakazu's performance even made him look down upon the Tama Academy of Fine Arts.

Not to mention the Sakai siblings, he felt that the other party might only be at Level 2, and even his own hard-working self was somewhat inferior.

People say that the first few lines can determine the level of a painting, and this statement certainly has its truth.

Although for a painting, a few lines are not enough to determine anything, but they can tell the overall level of a painter.

A painter with a level of 60 may be able to achieve 80, but normally he will never be able to achieve 180.

"Hey, thirty seconds have passed. Do you still want to draw? Don't waste everyone's time."

Someone in the audience finally became impatient and questioned Gu Weijing.

Tanaka Masakazu raised his head and found that the other party's drawing board was still blank, as if he had finished and was stuck there without any ideas.

"Have you been caught cheating?"

There are people everywhere who rely on their elders to get their qualifications, but it’s not uncommon even if they don’t know anything. In history, there have been scandals where a decent painter was packaged and didn’t even understand the difference between gouache and watercolor.

Especially in a place like Yangon, as long as you have connections, you can be praised as a painter even if you don't know anything.

The opponent was even more unbearable than he imagined, which made him feel secretly happy.

"Feel sorry."

Gu Weijing picked up the pen and took off the cap.

Then let me see how big a gap there is between someone who relies on real talent and practical learning and who is upright and a true genius.

He picked up the pen and moved it like flying.

"Huh?"

The moment Gu Weijing started writing, Mr. Cao's narrowed eyes suddenly blinked.
Chapter completed!