paranoianovel Chapter 141: A God-Level Oil Painting, Stunning The Audience Of The Whole Network 【Full Order】
Chapter 141: A God-Level Oil Painting, Stunning The Audience Of The Whole Network 【Full Order】
Mu Yuan didn't care about the barrage in the live broadcast room. She looked at the beautiful Lake Baikal and the girl riding a horse by the lake, and her heart was full of passion.
Unexpectedly, after being a human being for two lifetimes, it was my turn to be an artist.
Mu Yuan, who has acquired the skills of a god-level painter, skillfully squeezed out the paint and mixed the paint neatly and standardly, then picked up the brush and began to paint on the white paper.
Chen Yuling and Wang Zhi, two Fudan teachers who were originally suspicious, watched Mu Yuan's skillful movements and subconsciously held their breath.
Could it be that besides composing lyrics, writing music and singing, this excellent student in my school also has excellent painting skills? Isn't this too cumbersome?
The two teachers thought silently, and saw that Mu Yuan in the live broadcast room had already begun to fade.
All I saw was that Mu Yuan was holding a fan-shaped pen and began to spread the azure blue paint on the drawing paper. But every time she writes, her hands tremble slightly.
Then, after the stroke was spread out, she dipped the paint and tapped it lightly on the paper. As she tapped, the azure blue background suddenly appeared a natural texture.
This kind of painting method is not uncommon in oil painting, but netizens soon discovered that it was Mu Yuan's seemingly random and simple oil painting technique that brought the sky to life in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, other people's paintings need simple fixed points, and temporarily have a rough division of the sky, lake, and ground. Mu Yuan doesn't seem to have this plan.
While watching the audience in the live broadcast room, she used a simple two minutes to bring the white clouds and the blue sky to life on the paper. There is even a sense zone with a breeze.
"Swipe...swipe...swipe..."
The sound of the paintbrush echoed in the studio along with the sound of the wind.
Mu Yuan is as vigorous as a dragon in her brush strokes, and there seems to be no need to think about and improve. She brushes the lake in front of her and uses the "kneading" technique to perfectly blend it into the picture
follow closely.
It is the withered and yellow grass around, the wormwood not far away, and the rows of withered and yellow trees and trees in the distance.
Gradually, the beauty of Lake Baikal appeared in Mu Yuan's paintings.
Moreover, the sense of cold and warm space presented in the painting brings the lonely and desolate atmosphere of autumn to the extreme. Even the white flying birds on the drawing paper left a faint trace of flying past.
at last.
Mu Yuan just started to paint Chen Luya riding a horse.
On an autumn morning, the sun is shining warmly. Chen Luya, who was dressed in red, riding on the grass was quickly drawn into the painting by Jiayuan.
In order to add to the atmosphere of a girl riding a horse, Mu Yuan pulled Chen Luya far away in the picture, and part of it was covered by the wormwood, leaving only a silhouette.
It looks more mysterious and lonely.
Even the other passengers gradually stopped behind Mu Yuan. Seeing Mu Yuan earnestly and skillfully supplementing the details, the passengers who stopped there praised her.
"My God... Lake Baikal is perfectly presented in her paintings, even the birds in the sky are the same..."
"I've never seen such a beautiful oil painting, it's awesome.
"Beautiful girl, what an ingenuity."
"click"
The people of the fighting nation are bold and enthusiastic, and they are constantly praising around Mu Yuan. Some people even took pictures of Mu Yuan's laziness and earnest drawing with a camera.
Wang Zhi and Chen Yuling were also dumbfounded.
Especially Chen Yuling, an old professor, although he does not focus on the art industry. But he has seen the paintings of other professors in the school, if he puts aside his reputation...
The painting drawn by Mu Yuan is more vivid than any professor's painting he has ever seen!
young girl...
He can actually draw!
Moreover, the painting is so charming that it can catch people's attention with just one glance, making people immerse themselves in the beautiful picture drawn in the painting, as if through this painting, they can see the beautiful shore of Lake Baikal.
The audience in the live broadcast room just woke up like a dream.
"I know, my wife really knows how to draw, right?"
"I'm an art student, I testify!! This painting is better than the professor at my school!"
"I'll do it, witch, are you still letting us live?"
"Don't talk about it, brothers, I suddenly want to learn... This is so inferior. In front of the witch, I am simply a single-celled creature!"
"Awesome, my God!"
After seeing Mu Yuan's perfect presentation of Lake Baikal on paper, the audience in the live broadcast room were stunned.
Especially some anchors and celebrities who were watching Mu Yuan's live broadcast were even more stunned at this time.
This is so...
This is too curly!!
It’s okay to be pretty and know how to cosplay.
It's okay to play the game until the KPL feels trembling.
In just one week, it is fine to create three classic pieces.
It's so professional to draw now, it's so...
"This fucking is letting people live!" Dai Xiaomei yelled in front of the live broadcast room: "Brothers, watch for yourself! Tianzun is too curly, right?!"
The corners of Sister Zhou's mouth twitched crazily: "Damn it, being an anchor now makes you roll like this?"
Saozhu: "Ya'er, fortunately I'm older, so I'm calmer. If I were younger, how would I live, this witch is terrible."
Such wailings echoed constantly in other live broadcast rooms on Shark Platform.
Even the stars are feeling the deep pressure.
In a luxurious apartment in Kyoto.
Reba, who was watching Mu Yuan's live broadcast, silently put down the snacks in her hand, got up and walked outside, with an unbelievable expression on her beautiful face.
"Reba, why are you going?"
Yang Mi was also extremely shocked, looking at Reba who left suddenly, she subconsciously asked.
Reba said blankly: "I'm going to hone my acting skills... This is too hot and too hot... If we don't hone our acting skills, is there any way for us to survive? This witch"
Looking at the perfect painting, Yang Mi felt the same way: "Let's go... I'll go too."
Involute...
It has quietly appeared from Mu Yuan's live broadcast room!
Seeing Mu Yuan's creative thinking and talent, those little fresh meats who were pampered before all felt a sense of crisis.
This is so...
Can't this witch just play games when she plays games?
Why are you painting again?
Really good volume!!
Only Goose Factory panicked.
Because they found that Mu Yuan suddenly stopped playing games live.
This is not a good sign for them!
It's not easy for them to have such a popular anchor in the game, they can't lose like this!
The Goose Factory immediately opened a meeting to conduct a series of analysis on Mu Yuan's recent actions.
Anyway....
Mu Yuan is their king's anchor!! When necessary, even if Mu Yuan is paid extra, she must let Mu Yuan continue to broadcast the game live.
There are even many bold ideas that emerged in the minds of the goose factory staff...
EERO...
KPL adds female players!
Baikal.
Mu Yuan didn't know that because of the sensation caused by this painting on the Internet, she was still engrossed in painting.
As the breeze came, Jiayuan's hair was blown by the breeze.
After she finished the last stroke, she slowly put down the brush. Only then did she realize that the surroundings were already surrounded by international friends of the fighting nation, and she greeted her with a smile.
Since foreign fans appeared in the live broadcast room, Mu Yuan is also learning other languages in private.
Now her genes have been perfected by the potion, and her language talent has improved very fast. Although I still can't understand the more esoteric words of the fighting nation, there is no problem in daily communication.
"My God...you are so beautiful like an angel." A six or seven-year-old girl opened her mouth into an O shape and said in surprise: "Only angels can draw such beautiful pictures."
Mu Yuan bent down and said in fighting language: "Thank you, you are also a beautiful and lovely little angel."
"Excuse me, are you a tourist from Xiaguo?" the little girl's mother asked.
"Not bad." Mu Yuan said with a smile.
The little girl's mother excitedly said: "It seems that I read it correctly. Then you should be Yuanshi Tianzun, right? You are so beautiful that even the beauty of Lake Baikal is beginning to be inferior. Can you take a photo with me?"
Mu Yuan smiled and accepted: "Of course."
Looking at the appearance of Mu Yuan taking a photo with fans of the fighting nation, the expression management of the audience in the live broadcast room became even more out of control.
"??? So Tianzun can also fight the national language? I remember that she is already fluent in English!"
"Damn it, brothers... how is this an anchor! This is simply an all-round genius, isn't it?"
"Lake Baikal...beautiful girl, I'm going there right now, hoping to have a beautiful encounter with you. (Battle Ethnic Language)"
"Angel who fell into the mortal world, our country also welcomes you."
"It's too curly, too curly... Brothers, I'm so rotten. Compared with Yuan Yuan, I'm just a piece of shit!"
"[Jiangnan No. 1 Affectionate]: Calling trash is an insult to trash... She is so good, who can be worthy of her? 400"
"【Wang Congcong】: Me!"
"Good guy, the headmaster is going to fight with his name now, right? Just change his name to Wang Congcong, right?"
Looking at Mu Yuan who was communicating with foreign friends in the live broadcast room, Tong Jincheng really felt inferior.
In the past, he always felt that as long as he was handsome, well-spoken and rich, there must be no shortage of girls around him. Even if you want to take the initiative to date a good girl, it's easy.
But in Mu Ti's body, the spoon is uneven...
Mu Yuan is really outstanding.
Not only her pure but noble and glamorous temperament, but also her full of talents are not something ordinary people can have.
This kind of excellence caused Tong Jincheng to feel a deep inferiority complex, which was not something he could deserve at all.
At that time.
Fudan University.
Chen Yuling watched Mu Yuan's live broadcast, and sent a WeChat message to Shen Qingshan, a professor of Fudan's art department: "Old Shen, Mu Yuan from our school has started to live broadcast painting. Can you go online and see?"
The Art Department of Fudan University, although the score requirements are not as high as the Finance Department, it is still a serious book.
Shen Qingshan is not only a professor in the art department, but also a well-known domestic painter, famous for his modern oil paintings, and one of his paintings is often exhibited in various art exhibitions.
Seeing Chen Yuling's WeChat now, Shen Qingshan replied subconsciously: "The painting sucks, have you been scolded?"
It's not that she looks down on Mu Yuan, but that Mu Yuan is not an art student.
So Shen Qingshan feels that this girl who can write songs and lyrics is not good at painting.
Chen Yuling replied quickly: "??????"
Shen Qingshan: "You old bastard, you speak as soon as you speak, and you have learned how to send question marks like young people, right?"
Chen Yuling: "Come to the live broadcast room to watch by yourself, I'm shocked that you are a stubborn old man."
Shen Qingshan curled his lips, although he was not hopeful in his heart, he still logged on to the shark platform and found Mu Yuan's live broadcast room according to the room number.
After all, he is Fudan's favorite student, so he still has to give the face that should be given.
It's just that when he saw the painting shown in the live broadcast room, Shen Qingshan was slightly stunned, and hurriedly took out his reading glasses.
PS: Ask for flowers, ask for evaluation tickets, ask for monthly tickets!!.