Top-notch Masquerading as Cannon Fodder Female Companion Chapter 972: : Group of 5

"You said that there is still a gap between the restored color of the photo and the original painting. Then let's take a photo and go back to study it, is it still useful?"

The companion paused, thought for a while, and then said: "Even if the colors are different, we can still study the details of the paintings inside."

"That's right."

"What are you looking at?" Wei Zhiqian saw Tan Mo looking around, as if looking for someone.

"I'm looking to see if there are any older people who look like cultural people and artists, maybe people from the Painting and Calligraphy Association, who came here to make trouble." Tan Mo said in a low voice.

While talking, I continued to watch.

Wei Zhiqian has not used his abilities so far.

When Tan Mo mentioned it, he moved his ears and said, "Let me listen carefully. If it is someone from the Painting and Calligraphy Association who came to make trouble, there will definitely be relevant discussions."

"That's right, I almost forgot about your ability." Tan Mo was relieved now.

However, since there is nothing else to do for the time being anyway, Tan Mo still observes the crowd looking at the paintings in the exhibition area.

A few suspicious targets were indeed locked.

There are five people who are always together and never separated.

Three men and two women.

A man wearing a peaked cap is looking at a painting with his hands behind his back.

A man in a black coat is pointing at a painting and saying something.

There is also a man wearing a down jacket, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the painting.

The other two women, one with their hair **** and the other with a low ponytail, were chatting about something.

The age of these five people looks about the same age, they are all around forty years old.

The expression is very serious.

Tan Mo was watching, when Wei Zhiqian's voice came from next to his ear, "Did you see those five people over there? Three men and two women, all around forty years old. From what they were talking, it sounded like People from the Painting and Calligraphy Association. While they were discussing, they were criticizing Jinyi's painting."

"Coincidentally, they were the ones I suspected just now." Tan Mo said.

"Huh?" Wei Zhiqian lowered his head, his eyes crooked with a smile.

He wrapped his arms around Tan Mo's waist and said with a smile, "We two have such a tacit understanding that even the suspects have the same goal."

"However, I did it because I could hear their conversation, how did you find out?" Wei Zhiqian asked curiously.

"Look at their expressions." Tan Mo said, "When I look at other people's paintings, I also have discussions and careful observations. But careful observations are obviously different from the expressions that want to criticize. These few people observed with a critical attitude. Even if they are not members of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, at least they did not come with good intentions."

Wei Zhiqian nodded, "Let's see what they plan to do first. It's easy to talk about having a goal, just keep an eye on them."

"Yes." Tan Mo and Wei Zhiqian paid attention to the five people.

At this time, a teacher brought a group of students over.

"Come on, let's take a look at the painting in the middle." The teacher who walked in the front said with a headset.

Her students also wear headsets in their ears.

As long as they don't travel too far as a team and stay together all the time, they can communicate through the headset.

In this way, it can prevent the teacher from speaking loudly in order to let the students hear, or making loud noises with microphones and megaphones, and disturbing others.

The teacher uses a headset and speaks softly, and the students can hear him too.

If students have problems, they can also give feedback to the teacher in time through the headset.

"Before, everyone should have studied this painting through the opening song of "Broken Continent" and the original painting photos published on Weibo. We also devoted a class time to talk about this painting "The teacher said, "Now, we can finally see the original painting."

"I'm not going to express my own opinion. Let's observe the original painting for myself. What are your own insights?" said the teacher.

"I found that the color of the distant mountains is lighter than in the photos. The color of the nearby mountains was originally thought to be a cyan color close to black through the photos, but now I see the original painting, and I think it is very different. This cyan color, Although it is also close to black, it is not as heavy as navy blue, but not as green as dark blue, and it seems to be a color between navy blue, dark blue and indigo, which is very subtle." Some students said.

"Not bad." The teacher nodded appreciatively, "The observation is very detailed."

"From this original painting, I can feel the wind." Another student said, "Master Tan seems to have drawn the wind. But how did he draw it? Is it the color of the wind?"

"Master Tan is amazing, much more shocking than the original picture on Weibo. I really want to take a magnifying glass and take a closer look." A boy sighed disappointedly, "But it can't be done. "

The teacher smiled and was about to speak when a stern voice interrupted.

"Just talking about the best, is it worthy of being called a master?" The middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap snorted coldly when he heard what they said just now.

"As long as the painting is good and the level is up, you can be called a master." Some students retorted, "Talking about the level of a master, why can't you be called a master?"

"Do you know that his level has reached?" The man snorted, "You are just a student, and you have just learned a little bit, so you can judge his level?"

The man sneered and said, "You can tell the color of the wind."

"When I heard this sentence, I knew how layman the person who said it was and didn't understand anything!" The middle-aged man said mercilessly ~IndoMTL.com~ These children are all thirteen and fourteen years old, some even younger.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the girl who said these words earlier blushed, as if she was about to cry out of embarrassment.

The teacher hurriedly stood in front of the students and said, "You are right. These students are still young, and they have only just started for a long time. They have only been learning painting for two or three years. They have been painters for several years, or even decades. However, although they lack experience, they still have aesthetics. They can tell whether the painting is good or bad, and they try their best to observe the details.”

"You may have more than ten years or even decades of experience in painting, or you may appreciate everyone, but there is really no need to belittle a child who has only learned painting for a few years." The teacher said coldly, "Who doesn't start from this Did you come through this stage? Compared with these children, do you seem capable?"

The middle-aged man's face was very ugly when he was scolded by the teacher.

With a cold face, he forcefully argued, "What are you doing to me indiscriminately? What have I belittled? Have I belittled them?"

"I'm just saying, since they have just started to learn and don't have enough appreciation ability, they don't need to call them masters!" said the middle-aged man.