Sigh, the system said it was the heroine’s own consent, but did I really have to personally draw a portrait of the female lead?
Suddenly, the task for this class felt incredibly daunting…
Su Wanli gripped the paintbrush in her hand, unsure of where to begin.
The system had said that even if she drew Meng Huange badly, it wouldn’t affect the mission given by the system, but just imagining the subtle expression on Meng Huange’s face after seeing the painting…
“Miss Su, is this how you see me? It’s really… quite abstract.”
Knowing Meng Huange’s emotional intelligence, even if Su Wanli painted her badly, she would be able to come up with some comforting words, but just imagining that scene her pride as a superior would shatter into pieces!
Although her brush hadn’t moved yet, Su Wanli already felt a wave of frustration welling up inside her.
After all, compared to herself, Meng Huange was the perfect model, wasn’t she?
The first time she saw her in the Su Family corridor, Su Wanli had already been stunned by that pure and flawless beauty that didn’t tolerate any impurities.
If possible, I want to paint as well as I can…
Su Wanli lifted her eyes and looked at Meng Huange sitting upright across from her.
The warm orange light of the late afternoon softly illuminated Meng Huange’s cheeks, making her slightly lowered eyelashes stand out clearly almost like a classical painting of the Virgin Mary.
…Such beauty should be considered a sin.
Su Wanli sighed, then picked up her brush along with Meng Huange, who seemed confident and composed.
No matter what, she would do her best. This was just an ordinary art class, and all they had to draw was a simple portrait sketch.
Just like the teacher said, ignore the complicated curves for now, and use long straight lines to outline the general contour of the figure…
Su Wanli pursed her lips and carefully started sketching on the canvas.
The art classroom wasn’t like a regular classroom; there were no fixed seats, and the art teacher didn’t stand on the podium for the entire class. Instead, he wandered around, stopping behind students’ easels to critique their work.
“…Zhang Shiyu, did you spend the holiday only painting colors? Your basic skills seem neglected. These strokes aren’t very accurate, and you’re working too hastily. You don’t need to rush this much.”
“I-I’ll adjust it later!”
“Du Xinxin, your style here doesn’t look like a portrait sketch. The proportions of the eyes compared to the rest of the face are exaggerated, and Zhang Shiyu’s hair isn’t tied into twin ponytails either. Remember, this is a pure art class; your personal comic creations can wait until after class.”
“Wen Manman, you can be lighter with your strokes. Don’t scratch the easel it may not be worth much, but the teaching materials still need proper care.”
“Alright.”
“Jin Xinxin, what are you doing? Want to join me and the teacher’s group?”
As the art teacher’s footsteps gradually approached Su Wanli and Meng Huange’s direction, Su Wanli’s heart began to tighten nervously.
Of course, as the eldest young lady of the Su family, the teachers usually cut her some slack, spoke kindly, and might even flatter her insincerely, but the habit of being psychologically tense around teachers was hard to overcome.
She wondered how Meng Huange’s drawing was coming along whether the main female lead’s radiant aura was working to her advantage.
Su Wanli defined the key points the teacher mentioned and roughly sketched out the contours before looking up at Meng Huange’s face.
Meng Huange had just finished a few strokes and looked up at her.
She smiled softly at Su Wanli, then lightly tapped Su Wanli’s body with the end of her pencil before continuing to draw on her own canvas.
For some reason, even though it was just a simple sketch, Su Wanli’s heart rate subtly quickened.
Although she often made eye contact with Meng Huange to see what she was doing and what posture she was in, this was the first time she clearly realized that Meng Huange was intently watching her.
She was memorizing every detail of Su Wanli’s entire figure, then carefully reproducing it with the brush in her hand…
“Tch, tch…”
Shy? What’s there to be shy about! This isn’t anything ambiguous just a normal part of drawing!
Su Wanli patted her cheek and refocused her attention on the canvas before her.
Unknowingly, the art teacher had already come up behind Su Wanli, stroking his chin as he looked at her canvas in surprise.
“Pfft, Su Wanli, this time…”
“…Huh? What about this time?”
Seeing Su Wanli’s confused and cold gaze, the teacher cleared his throat and waved his hand.
“Ahem, I mean you’ve improved a lot. At least your opening strokes look quite attentive, but when doing a portrait sketch, it’s best to keep lines as simple as possible.”
“For example, the facial lines look a bit loose and faint, as if you’re not quite sure of the feeling you want to convey. At times like this, it’s better to put your brush down for a bit and observe the details of your subject’s features.”
If only I could stare at Meng Huange’s face for ten straight minutes without losing composure, then maybe I’d be fine.
The problem was, Meng Huange kept smiling at her, which made her mind restless…
After finishing with Su Wanli’s drawing, the teacher naturally turned his gaze toward Meng Huange.
“This new student, did you encounter any difficulties while drawing?”
“Not at the moment, thank you, teacher.”
Meng Huange didn’t lift her head when called on. She simply held her brush and immersed herself in the canvas before her.
Seeing her focused attitude, the teacher didn’t disturb her and quietly stood a little behind her, observing.
However, at the first glance of Meng Huange’s canvas, the teacher’s smile faded, his brows furrowed, and his tone grew strange.
“…Meng Huange, are you sure you want to paint in this style?”
“What kind of question is that?”
Could it be that Meng Huange was experimenting with abstract art, trying to astonish everyone with this method?
Hearing the teacher’s question, Su Wanli wanted to go over and take a look but forced herself to hold back, instead shooting a questioning glance at Meng Huange.
Meng Huange smiled gently at Su Wanli before turning to nod at the teacher behind her.
“That’s right.”
“…Alright, but we only have twenty minutes for sketching, so this might be risky.”
The teacher shrugged helplessly at Meng Huange and ended the conversation, but instead of continuing his rounds, he stood silently behind her, quietly watching.
What’s going on? Did Meng Huange paint something earth-shattering?
No matter. Since she’s the main female lead, there’s probably nothing for me to worry about. Better to focus on my own painting.
Although she said she wouldn’t let Meng Huange embarrass herself, what Su Wanli feared most was losing face in front of Meng Huange.
She shook her head vigorously, calmed her nerves, and earnestly continued sketching on the paper.
Time passed stroke by stroke.
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