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

As time went by, the five people in the studio completely went mad.

Zhang Dabiao originally thought he was a skilled painter, but under the strict demands of Teacher Zhou and Teacher Chen, two old-school artists, he was forced to unleash his potential.

There was a close-up of Nezha pulling out the dragon's tendons, which Zhang Dabiao revised six times. Either the lines lacked tension, or the perspective was slightly off by a few millimeters, forcing him to redo it. When he finally finished that drawing, Zhang Dabiao felt like his right wrist was about to break.

If the comic book version of the original "Nezha Conquers the Dragon King" movie scene could be rated 90 points, Zhang Dabiao's skill in replicating it would be rated 80 points at most, and the addition of later comic book language could reach 100 points - which is already pretty good, right?

It's already perfect!

But under the supervision of the two teachers and their constant pressure to rework his work, he finally achieved a score of 120!

Zhang Dabiao praised himself for being awesome when he saw that scene!

The older generation's aesthetic sense and high standards were truly impressive! It's just that they hadn't seen the language of animation in later generations. Once they understood it and let loose, they would be even more crazy than Zhang Dabiao.

To put it simply, once a Chinese oil painting or sculptor learns CG painting, compared to ordinary animation majors who draw CG paintings, especially game artists, it's an overwhelming, dimensional reduction attack!

The two teachers' decades of experience in the Suzhou style of painting combined with traditional Chinese painting skills are far superior to those of Zhang Dabiao, who only spent ten years learning painting through crooked methods like college entrance exam training.

Moreover, Zhang Dabiao only realized after seeing some of the best comic books from the 1960s and 70s that the aesthetics of those comic books were incomparable, truly incomparable.

He's obsessed with commercial painting, while others are creating works of art.

But this time, he was forced to become an artist!

Awesome!

Ma Changfeng's index finger had developed a thick callus, Lin Wan's dark circles were worse than a panda's, Teacher Chen had replaced his thick-rimmed glasses with a stronger prescription, and Teacher Zhou relied on drinking strong tea every day to keep himself awake.

Finally, it was the end of March.

Spring has arrived in Beijing, with willows sprouting new buds and sunlight streaming warmly through the studio windows.

At the painting table, Lin Wan held an extremely fine brush and added the last touch of light ink to the Hun Tian Ling, the lotus incarnation of Nezha, on the last painting.

The pen tip leaves the paper.

The studio was deathly quiet.

"Is it... all done?" Ma Changfeng's voice was hoarse as he supported himself on his knees, panting heavily.

Zhang Dabiao rubbed his sore neck and let out a long sigh: "It's over."

If we don't finish drawing this soon, I feel like we're all going to die of exhaustion!

One hundred and eighty drawings, neatly stacked on the table. A thick stack, bearing the blood and sweat of five people for a whole month. A perfect ending!

"Don't stack them! Spread them out! Spread them all out!" Teacher Zhou suddenly shouted, startling everyone.

Like a tiger guarding its food, he carefully picked up the stack of sketches and walked to the center of the studio.

"Move all the tables, chairs, and benches to the side!" Teacher Zhou directed.

Several people hurriedly cleared the space. Teacher Zhou knelt on the ground and, following the order of the story, neatly laid out 180 A3-sized drawings one after another on the floor.

From the first card depicting Li Jing praying for a son at Chentang Pass, to the last card showing Nezha transforming into a lotus and defeating the Dragon King.

A total of one hundred and eighty!

It covered the entire floor of the art studio!

As the last painting was put away, the five people stood at the entrance of the studio, looking down at the "vast ocean" composed of black, white and gray.

There are no words, only images.

But the overwhelming sense of epic scale, oppression, and highly dynamic cinematic camerawork completely stunned everyone.

Zhang Dabiao originally planned to add a language box, but that was his previous technical version. He planned to write and draw it separately and then paste it on to cover part of the screen.

but now……

Even making the slightest alteration is a crime!

The structure is well-developed, flowing smoothly from beginning to end.

The subtle emotions conveyed in close-ups, the grand scale of distant scenes, the extreme dynamism conveyed by speed lines, and the rich interplay of light and shadow created by subtle ink washes—this is not a comic book that should exist in this era; it's practically a top-tier animated film frozen in time on paper!

Teacher Chen pushed up his glasses, his eyes reddening. He pointed to one of the images of the collapsing Dragon Palace, his lips trembling: "This architecture...this perspective...it's incredible. Old Zhou, we've accomplished something earth-shattering this past month."

Ma Changfeng plopped down on the ground, laughing and crying at the same time: "My life, Ma Changfeng's life, has been worthwhile! Even if I can never draw anything again, with this set of hatching techniques as a foundation, I can brag about it for the rest of my life!"

Senior Lin Wan covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, unable to utter a single word.

Teacher Zhou turned his head, stared intently at Zhang Dabiao, and suddenly raised his hand, slapping Zhang Dabiao heavily on the shoulder.

"Da Biao, you're a genius! A monster!" Teacher Zhou's voice was hoarse. "If this set of techniques doesn't win a national gold medal, I, Old Zhou, will chop off my head and use it as a football!"

Zhang Dabiao grinned. He was truly exhausted, but looking at the fruits of his labor, the sense of accomplishment was real. This was what you call a dimensional reduction attack! Using decades of experience from the animation industry system of later generations, plus the assistance of this group of experts and masters, to fight against the traditional line drawing comics of this era was like driving a tank into a battlefield of cold weapons.

Crush them!

Effortless control!

"Old Zhou, what treasure is hidden in this studio? It's been so secretive for a month, they won't even let anyone in."

The studio door was pushed open, and the principal of the arts and crafts school walked in with his hands behind his back. Behind him were several deans of studies and teachers from the next class.

They came over to see what was going on. Previously, Professor Zhou had turned down tasks from the publishing house to focus on this "special creative studio," which had been a source of resentment for the school leaders. Hearing it was finished today, they came specifically to check on it.

The principal had just stepped across the threshold when his gaze swept over the drawings on the ground, and he froze on the spot.

The teacher from the next class behind him was still muttering, "What kind of fancy drawings could he possibly produce? He's just a first-year student messing around..."

Before the teacher could finish speaking, his gaze passed over the principal's shoulder and landed on the ground. The second half of his sentence caught in his throat, and his face turned bright red.

The principal was a discerning student; he had studied oil painting abroad in his younger days. He carefully tiptoed along the edge of the classroom, like a thief, stepping through the gaps between the paintings.

Zhang Dabiao wanted to offer a reminder, but he held back...

He squatted in front of a close-up of Nezha pointing angrily at the sky and stared at it for a full five minutes.

The studio was completely silent.

The principal abruptly stood up, turned to look at Teacher Zhou, and raised his voice eight octaves: "Teacher Zhou! Did you draw this?!"

Teacher Zhou straightened his back and pointed to Zhang Dabiao: "Zhang Dabiao is the lead writer, and the four of us are his assistants."

They were practically saying, "My son Fengxian is invincible!"

Zhou Muye had face by working as an assistant to his student Zhang Dabiao!