The second day was Su Qingluan's sketching class which took place every five days.

When you first start laying the foundation of sketching, you won't draw real objects directly - even the simplest ones.

Because even the simplest and most common objects rarely have perfectly regular single geometric shapes, and if you want to accurately lay the foundation for perspective proportions, starting with the drawing of single geometric shapes is an essential step.

This is just like learning the stroke order and strokes before writing. Otherwise, if the foundation is not solid, no matter how magnificent the building is, it is just a castle on the beach, and it will collapse when a wave hits it.

Of course, the model drawings were drawn by Su Qingluan, and the final casting model was made by someone hired by Mu Xingzhi.

Precisely because the lessons were basically sketching of landscapes and geometric shapes, after a few classes, some people gradually became impatient.

This "impatience" does not mean that their own patience has deteriorated, but rather that they do not recognize Su Qingluan's abilities.

Of course, after all, it was in front of Mu Xingzhi, so the people on the opposite side didn't go too far, but they were still sarcastic.

"They just make us draw these blocks and cylinders every day. I don't know what use it is."

"Maybe I'm going to do some high-level design someday."

"Please, Madam Su, please invite us to broaden our horizons, hahahaha..."

Mu Xingzhi did not immediately stop the sarcasm from several people, but just looked at Su Qingluan.

His meaning is very clear: since you are a "teacher", your "students" also need to convince them with your own abilities.

Su Qingluan herself had the same idea, so she ignored the other party's sarcasm and just smiled and said, "My 'sketches' are not like traditional ink paintings, which focus on artistic conception rather than image. Instead, they are like meticulous paintings that emphasize realism."

"Hmph, any method of painting such straight and horizontal objects can make them look 'realistic'." A painter who was good at fine brushwork muttered.

Su Qingluan looked over and said, "In that case, let's draw something a little less 'straight and straight' today. What are you all good at drawing?"

Those selected by Mu Xingzhi were not only masters of their respective fields, but also accomplished painters. They were all very proud and arrogant, wishing their eyes were born on their foreheads. After hearing Su Qingluan's question, several of them proudly announced their best areas.

Some are good at landscapes, some are good at flowers and birds, and some are good at figures.

Su Qingluan nodded: "In that case, how about we choose a natural scenery, flowers and birds, or people, and then each of us can show off our painting skills and compete?"

Several people were stunned, hesitant and stunned. One of them looked at Su Qingluan uncertainly: "You want to deal with all seven of us at the same time?"

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Although there are seven of us, everyone has some overlapping strengths, so there are only three questions." Her words made it clear that she wanted to fight one against many.

"This..." The painters on the opposite side looked at each other, "This isn't very fair to Madam Su..."

So, it's fair to say they were chosen by Mu Xingzhi. Putting everything else aside, their basic moral character is guaranteed, and they're not the type to get carried away by success. Su Qingluan thought so. Then, she smiled and said, "So, didn't I set the topic for the competition? You have more people, so I'll set the topic. Is that okay?"

The people on the opposite side obviously had no objection and even thought it was a matter of course.

Su Qingluan looked around and said aloud, "Although both of you are experts in landscape painting, there are no beautiful mountains and rivers before us, only a small farmyard, which is quite interesting in its own way. How about using the door as a frame and painting the view from inside the door?"

"The three gentlemen who are good at painting flowers and birds, please paint a picture of the potted camellia in the corner."

"As for the two gentlemen who are good at painting figures, they both say that 'beauty is a feast to the eyes', so there is someone in this room who can be called a delicacy." Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi teasingly.

Mu Xingzhi knew that Su Qingluan was teasing him, so he smiled slightly: "Qingluan is too modest."

Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then realized she was being teased, so she smiled and said, "Since Mr. Mu is so fond of colors, then the natural choice for the figure painting is - Song Bo."

"Cough cough cough..." Song Bo, who had somehow turned to him, coughed violently and almost couldn't maintain his fierce-looking image.

"Mrs. Su, please don't make fun of me." Song Bo was a little at a loss.

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Don't worry, Song Bo, I won't make you look ugly."

Song Bo stammered: "That's not what I meant..."

Although Song Bo was forced to be the subject of description, Mu Xingzhi seemed not to see the rescue look from Song Bo. Instead, he watched the fun with great interest.

Everyone was a painter all year round, so there was no need for someone to act as a referee and call out the time. They just agreed on a rough end time and asked Song Bo to be the referee and tell the time. As soon as Song Bo gave the order, several people started to paint.

Only Su Qingluan was carefully observing the object she was asked to depict.

It took about a cup of tea before Su Qingluan started writing.

For someone like her, who already had a solid foundation and hadn't slacked off on her practice, a sketch, not including coloring, could be completed in about an hour. As for the garden and potted plants, since they were still lifes, they were even quicker to complete than the figures.

So Su Qingluan did not attend class that day, and the content of the "class" completely became a sketching and life sketching practice class - at least for Su Qingluan herself.

In order to prevent everyone from interfering with each other, Mu Xingzhi sat in the position of "referee" to prevent the two sides from interfering with each other.

Since freehand ink painting only focuses on artistic conception, it was the first group of painters to complete their works; while detailed painting was obviously more complicated and meticulous, it was also completed before Su Qingluan; and Su Qingluan became the last person to complete his painting among all the people.

However, when the painters saw Su Qingluan's words, they could only gasp and could not say anything.

"Oh, are the colors and patterns on the leaf veins really painted?"

"Oh my god, I can almost feel the damaged wall in the courtyard is about to fall off!"

"Oh my God, she even recorded the direction of Songbo's beard and the top of his head!" someone exclaimed.

Even more than just the direction and texture of the hair, Su Qingluan also painted the most ordinary creatures vividly - even the wrinkles and lines on Song Bo's face, and even the pores on his face.

This level of detail cannot be matched even by meticulous Chinese painting, as the biggest drawback of traditional Chinese painting techniques is the less than ideal grasp of perspective. This is also why even three-dimensional objects appear to be rendered as if they were just a piece of paper.

Perspective can make up for this shortcoming.