April 8th.

Lin Yuan finally came to Qin Yi's painting club.

This is the first time Lin Yuan has come to the club since returning to Qin Yi.

As soon as he entered the door, many people stood up and stared at him with bright eyes. Someone asked:

"The great god is back, will you have class today?"

Lin Yuan shook his head with clouds.

He was not here to attend class today.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but they didn't bother Lin Yuan, but just subconsciously followed him...

There is a display wall inside the club, covered with works by members of the painting club.

When Lin Yuan was still alive, his works were often posted, but this has not happened recently.

Lin Yuan came to the display wall and looked at the works above.

He now needs an assistant, an assistant who can really help him draw.

This assistant has the ability to at least climb to the display wall.

The paintings on the wall all mention the names of the painters.

There are several names that Lin Yuan is not unfamiliar with, because some people are regular visitors to display walls, just as Lin Yuan had works hanging on display walls from time to time...

"Luo Wei?"

Lin Yuan's eyes were fixed on one of the paintings.

Lin Yuan had noticed this Luo Wei several times before.

This person is good at Chinese painting, and his Chinese painting level is not inferior to Lin Yuan, and he has reached the professional level!

But this time, Luo Wei showed not a Chinese painting, but a colored sketch of a character.

Non-realistic style.

This is a typical comic character:

A beautiful girl wearing a crown and a gorgeous long skirt dragged on the red carpet, with a quiet and arrogant expression.

The background seems to be the court.

Carved beams and painted roofs, exquisite tea cups, and even the wrinkles of the girl's skirt are extremely natural and attract people at a glance.

"The president's painter is really a masterpiece!"

A voice of emotion came from the side. Lin Yuan turned his head and found that it was Zhong Yu.

"I heard that the great god was coming, I rushed over immediately." Zhong Yu explained with a smile.

Lin Yuan nodded and asked, "Who is the president?"

"Don't you know... Well, the president rarely comes to the painting club. She keeps taking the make-up exam every semester... Of course, you won't care about such things. Luo Wei is the president of our painting club." Zhong Yu introduced.

Lin Yuan knew it.

At this moment, another voice came from beside me, with a hint of laziness and casualness: "Who am I talking about behind my back saying that I keep taking the make-up exam? It turns out it was Zhong Yu. I only got three of them this year."

This is quite proud.

However, Zhong Yu's face changed, he turned to look at the talking girl, and smiled bitterly: "President Luo, why are you walking silently..."

"You are watching my paintings so fascinating."

The girl who talks has long hair scattered on her shoulders casually, her natural melon-shaped face, a perky nose bridge, a big dark eyes, a tall figure and outstanding bulging, which has a bit of black and straight style. Even if she is in art schools like Qinyi, she is still the top one.

The only regret is that there is probably a black scratch on her right face.

People who often draw sketches should know that it was accidentally left on their face after wiping their hair and other high-density sketches.

She is Luo Wei, the president of the painting club.

"Your face..."

Zhong Yu kindly reminded.

Luo Wei was stunned, and then asked the girl behind her to take a mirror and take a look, and then asked for a wet wipe to wipe clean.

So, a beauty without flaws appeared.

She looked at Lin Yuan and took the initiative to say, "Hello, I am Luo Wei. I have heard of you for a long time. I have always said I want to meet you, but I met you today."

"Lin Yuan."

After Lin Yuan introduced himself, he stared at the other party curiously: "Are you good at drawing comics?"

Luo Wei said confidently: "I basically know all the paintings, where are you?"

Lin Yuan said: "So too."

Luo Wei raised her eyebrows and was about to speak, Lin Yuan suddenly said, "Can you be my comic assistant?"

puff……

Zhong Yu made a strange sound.

Not only Zhong Yu, but many members of the painting club were paying attention to Lin Yuan and Luo Wei, all of whom showed shocked expressions.

Lin Yuan actually asked the president to be his assistant?

Does he not know who the president is?

Zhong Yu was still afraid that Lin Yuan would be embarrassed, so he couldn't help but remind him: "Great God, President Luo is a very famous painter. He has a certain popularity both online and in the painting world today..."

"oh."

Lin Yuan nodded.

Just when everyone thought Lin Yuan was going to give up, Lin Yuan seemed to have made a difficult decision, and even stared at Luo Wei and asked, "How about I give you ten thousand yuan a month?"

Everyone supported their foreheads.

Luo Wei said with a funny look: "I can be a cartoonist myself, and I can earn this amount if I take orders online. Why do I need to be a comic assistant for you?"

Lin Yuan said with some regret: "Okay."

Luo Wei has a high level of painting and is a comic assistant who meets Lin Yuan's standards, but he can't afford to hire him, so he can only find another candidate.

"Actually, I have something to look for you."

Luo Wei smiled and looked at Lin Yuan: "Would you like to take over me and become the president of the painting club?"

"don't want."

Lin Yuan shook his head decisively.

He has too many things to do, so he has no time to be the president of the painting club.

The members of the painting club were not too surprised. Although the president of the painting club is a good position, it is something that ordinary people yearn for. It is normal for a great man like Lin Yuan to be uninterested.

Luo Wei frowned.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice was bewitching, "Don't you want me to be a comic assistant for you? Let's have a gamble?"

"What are you betting on?"

Lin Yuan suddenly became interested.

Luo Wei was delighted, but said calmly: "Oil painting, sketch, gouache, Chinese painting, four types of lottery draws. We will compare whatever we draw..."

“Where is the bet?”

"Three rules. If you lose, you will be the president of the painting club. You are now in your junior year and have two years left to graduate, so you will be the president of two years. If I lose, you will be the comic assistant for two years, and there is no charge for you!" Luo Wei said with a smile.

"make a deal!"

Lin Yuan did not hesitate.

Luo Wei's Chinese paintings are professional.

Looking at the picture of the sketch comic in front of her, she probably has a lot of gouache. Their strength is quite average, and Lin Yuan has half of the winning chances.

If you lose, you will not lose. At worst, you will become the president.

If he wins, he will earn a comic assistant for nothing!

Luo Wei snapped her fingers and said, "Okay, Zhong Yu, make a few notes, let's draw."

"Okay!"

Zhong Yu became excited.

The members of the painting club are also screaming one by one. As the president of the painting club, Luo Wei is the indisputable first person in the Qin Art Department. She is almost always the first in the sketch, gouache, Chinese painting, etc.!

Lin Yuan is a mysterious god...

Everyone knows that Lin Yuan’s sketching and gouache skills are extremely powerful.

If it is compared with these two things, it is hard to say who can win between Luo Wei and Lin Yuan!
To be continued...