Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Not only that.

Zhang Dabiao is about to show off again!

Black and white lines alone are not enough!

He prepared to use light ink to further enrich the details!

I dared not use color, for fear of ruining it and adding unnecessary details. The use of light ink was also very simple; the figures, dragons, waves, and dark clouds in the sky were simply divided into several layers of light ink gray.

I didn't add any layers of shadows or color cutting, because the lighting and shadow effects created by the previous cabling, speed lines, etc., were already rich enough.

There are no shading effects on the figures, but the brushstrokes and light ink separate the inherent colors, and the heavy sense of light and shadow is already there. It is like the line drawing of a comic book combined with the simple color separation and dyeing of traditional Chinese painting. Although no shadows are drawn, the sense of layering is extremely rich and not messy.

In an instant, the image, which was originally just lines, gained a three-dimensional sense of volume and a high-end cinematic quality of light and shadow.

The sunlight in the picture pierces through the dark clouds and shines on Nezha's face, creating a strong contrast.

The whole scene came to life!

The studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All that could be heard was the sound of Zhang Dabiao continuing to brush on the light ink with his brush.

The long-haired senior swallowed hard.

He looked at the neat and orderly line drawing of the figure he had just drawn, and then at the Nezha on Zhang Dabiao's paper that seemed to be about to jump out of the picture.

A deep sense of powerlessness and shock welled up inside me.

What kind of sorcery is this?!

"How... how did you create this lighting and shadow? You clearly didn't draw any shadows!" a senior student stammered, pointing at the screen.

"How is this perspective achieved so accurately and without distortion?"

"Who taught you this method of using short ribbon cables? And what's with this gradual density change?"

"How come it looks like a traditional Chinese painting, the meticulousness of Soviet-style sketching, and the layered texture of printmaking?"

"this……"

Zhang Dabiao used a thick piece of cardboard as a fan to fan the painting, accelerating the evaporation of the light ink, and then stood the canvas up to take a look.

Not bad, I'm still getting used to it.

He not only drew comics back then, but he was also forced to paint cultural walls when he was in college. They were all anime characters. He drew them in black and white on paper, with the original images in his mind. He didn't need to draw in color, which greatly reduced the difficulty.

He turned his head, looked at the group of dumbfounded senior students, and grinned.

"What? This isn't in accordance with the rules?"

The long-haired senior's face turned bright red, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

rule?

Faced with the absolute power displayed in this painting, all those so-called rules seem like a joke.

It's like everyone is practicing a slow and gentle Tai Chi routine, and suddenly someone rushes in and starts firing a Gatling gun.

It's a complete dimensional reduction attack!

Ignoring their shocked gazes, Zhang Dabiao suddenly wanted to show off his skills and impress them again. He used a tiny bit of red to mark Nezha's Universe Ring—

That splash of red in the entire black, white, and gray image is extremely eye-catching!

Zhang Dabiao stared at it for a long time with a pout, finally uttering two extremely shameless words—

"Awesome!"

Scholars often belittle each other, and logically speaking, those senior students who have long hair should have jumped out and said something. I've never seen anyone so shameless as to praise themselves like this.

But in front of this painting...

They have lost all language abilities.

That's absolutely awesome!

Then Zhang Dabiao did some rather despicable things.

"Which student writes calligraphy well?"

So, some people instinctively raised their hands.

Zhang Dabiao asked him to write the four characters "Nezha Conquers the Sea," and the classmate was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

[Should I write something on this painting? What if I mess it up?]

Even a single drop of ink is a sin!

Am I worthy?

He waved his hands tremblingly, not daring to move, but Zhang Dabiao explained to him—write on new paper, use whichever one is well written, then cut it off with a knife and paste it on the original painting, and that will do the trick.

The student's eyes lit up—Wow!

That's a good idea!

So he wrote a whole bunch of things with great enthusiasm—any font was fine, Zhang Dabiao even gestured and said things like, "Make this a little softer," or "Make that a little more domineering," the kind of domineering that overflows with arrogance…

After working on it for a long time, Zhang Dabiao finally finished a piece of calligraphy. He then cut it off, extending it by about one centimeter from the edge of the characters.

This is equivalent to leaving a 1-centimeter white border for the characters and then moving the characters onto the image.

The imposing presence of a movie promotional poster immediately came through.

Zhang Dabiao also wrote on a long strip of paper: Original novel: Investiture of the Gods; Comic book illustration: Zhang Dabiao.

Just spread the paste evenly on it and you're all set!

perfect!

All the students lingered around the painting, deeply moved.

Finally, someone asked, "Da Biao, is this a poster you made? A poster for a comic book?"

Zhang Dabiao nodded: "That's right. Think about it, if this poster could be printed and put up at the entrance of a bookstore, wouldn't you go and buy the comic book?"

Looking at the poster, everyone answered without hesitation, "Absolutely!"

Zhang Dabiao clapped his hands: "So, this is a poster. Without any text, it's a promotional concept image, one of the most exciting scenes in the story, allowing readers to immediately grasp the content and quality of the story, thus serving as a promotional tool."

"Isn't this what we commercial artists are all about?"

After thinking for a long time, we were all trying to figure out how to draw a comic strip that would meet the publisher's standards.

But you, Zhang Dabiao, were only after commercial publicity from the start, this...

They were at a loss for words. Zhang Dabiao didn't even consider whether the publishing house would use his manuscript. Wasn't he a little too confident?

But look at that poster again...

If I had that technology, I wouldn't care about publishing houses!

With such amazing technology, as long as the story isn't too bad, it's guaranteed to be published!

The others wanted to say something more, to try and get closer to Zhang Dabiao, but Zhang Dabiao glanced at the sky outside...

"Oh dear, school's almost over, I'll head out now, we'll continue tomorrow!"

Then I packed up my canvas and all my tools, and ran off with my painting bag on my back.

The students looked at each other in bewilderment, when suddenly someone shouted—

"What are you standing there for! Hurry up and draw!"

"What if we don't improve our work and the publisher decides to stop using Zhang Dabiao's material?"

"Hurry up with the schedule and ensure quality!"

"We absolutely cannot lose to Zhang Dabiao! He's only a freshman!"

So, amidst a cacophony of howls and screams, the students began to roll it up.

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After returning to the courtyard house, the three women saw the poster and screamed in unison—

"I want this!"

So here's the problem: a hand-drawn poster, and three girls want it.

What should we do?