Guild Boss's Ambition

But apart from this piece of charcoal, I have many other questions.

I practiced writing with charcoal and added an awkward sentence on the white paper.

"Can we talk about that perspective?"

As if we had fallen in love with this quiet night tacitly, we gradually spoke less and less. She gave me a look, took the charcoal from my hand, and drew two long straight lines on the paper.

She explained: “Perspective is the way lines or colors represent three-dimensional space on a flat surface.”

I didn't understand at all.

She also knew that I didn't understand at all.

So she started teaching from the more basics.

She first drew a cube and explained to me the concept of transition from zero-dimensional space to three-dimensional space. It was all new and exciting knowledge that made me forget my fatigue because of curiosity, and my mind was clearer than ever.

Points, lines, surfaces, and solids.

They left sounds, pictures and figures of beautiful women in my memory.

We hadn't really talked about perspective yet, and the time had unknowingly reached three in the morning.

At this time, Xiaolan yawned.

I was also infected by her and yawned too.

But none of us intend to stop discussing.

Some things always make people so obsessed that they deliberately forget reason.

We will obviously have plenty of time together in the future, but we just cling to the present.

Because the beauty of knowledge sharing…

Because of the beauty of the cubic lines…

And because of the beauty of the sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other...

Everything seemed to be tinged with poetry, even the moths flapping against the lampshade had a sense of sadness and beauty. If at this time you were still thinking about getting up at six in the morning and working until ten in the evening, it would not only be a nuisance, but also a sin.

Maybe you have also had such absurd thoughts as mine, firmly believing in the perfection of a certain night.

If you miss today, there will be no tomorrow.

Then we slowly talked about perspective.

“Perspective is a technique for simulating what the naked eye sees. Three-dimensional objects have universal linear patterns, and our brains and eyes also have the ability to recognize these patterns. As long as we grasp the characteristics of three-dimensional lines and then present them on paper with pen and ink, the viewer will naturally have a three-dimensional sense of them.”

She simply drew the road in front of the stone house and explained to me the concept of linear perspective. When I understood this concept, I realized what was wrong with my landscape paintings.

The sunset picture that I thought was acceptable has now become a joke.

I was a little unhappy, but more of me was shocked by the new technique. With this insightful concept, many of my previous doubts about painting were suddenly solved. I was like a magician who had just learned a new skill. I couldn't wait to practice what I had learned on the spot. However, while learning, I also had some insights.

"Are there any other ways of perspective?" I asked.

Xiao Lan’s answer immediately confirmed my guess.

"Yes! As far as I know, there are at least two other methods to help create a sense of three-dimensionality - vanishing perspective and aerial perspective."

"The so-called vanishing perspective is..."

Xiao Lan is a good teacher. With just a few clear sketches, she expressed the other two perspective methods clearly and completely. As I listened, I nodded to show that I understood, but I also had more and more doubts in my heart. It was exactly in line with the famous sayings in classic ancient books: there is no limit to learning.

Learning is fun.

Time passed unknowingly...

By the time Xiao Lan had taught me the three perspective methods one after another, the curtains had already let in the dawn light. At the moment when the world turned from dark to bright, our little image-broadcasting lady, who was used to going to bed early, finally couldn't stand the sleepiness and lay quietly on the table.

She was fast asleep, but I was already completely sleepy, except for a slight headache.

It's only 4:30 now, and there's still an hour before work starts.

“I’d better draw another picture.”

I gently carried Xiao Lan to the bed and covered her with the quilt. I opened the window and the clock tower still appeared in my sight.

Kachabada...

A rustling sound...

Bring the easel, put the drawing paper away, and silently gaze at the scenery outside the window.

After a while, I picked up the paintbrush and then put it down.

"no."

If you write rashly like this, you will only repeat the same mistakes.

The clock tower in the window frame is covered with a thin layer of morning mist, and the sparse white is surrounded by the soft light of the rising sun, like a wave of quicksand flying in the sky. I sincerely want to record the beautiful scene in front of me, but even though I know perspective, it still cannot be reproduced on white paper through my hands and my pen at this moment.

I still have a lot of room for improvement.

The sunrise is short, so I can only record its beauty and keep it in my heart.

Finally, the white paper on the easel is still a piece of white paper, with only the warmth of the sun on it. It is almost time to go to work, so I start to clean up the room. I first clean the charcoal ash on the table, and then slowly put the various painting tools back to their original places one by one. Following this rhythm, I may have time to drink a cup of refreshing coffee and rest for a while.

"this……"

Halfway through the collection was the painting I gave to Xiaolan for her critique last night.

Yesterday I loved every stroke of it, but now it is so distorted that it seems ridiculous. Why do I suddenly start to dislike it? Is it because it did something wrong? Or did I do something wrong?

As the birds chirped in the clear sky, I stared at the twisted sunset clock tower on the paper.

After a long time, I withdrew my gaze.

I calmly rolled up the paper sunset, tied it with a ribbon, and then put it back in place with the other calligraphy. After finishing all this, I looked at the well-organized work cabinet and nodded with satisfaction. Turning back, I picked up the drafts on the table without hesitation and threw these pieces of paper that seemed to tell the truth into the dirty wastebasket.

Finally, I saw a quiet room.

"It's probably too late to drink the coffee..."

I thought worriedly, glanced out the window, and smiled with relief.

……

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2. Eating (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

Originally I just wanted to take a look at the works, but I didn't expect to have a late-night seminar with Blanny. As a result, I slept until the moon was bright. When I opened my eyes, the big clock in Blanny's room pointed to 6:15, my time to get off work.

My work ethic took a ton of hits from this.

I didn't even eat, I just put on my clothes and ran to Sister Meng'er to apologize.

But Sister Menger just played with my hair lovingly, without any blame: "It's okay, Xiaolan, your value does not lie in your daily work, but in the knowledge you possess, so please feel free to skip work and come to warm the beds for the sisters at night, and your salary will not be deducted."

"..."

I decisively abandoned this shameless female knight and turned away. I also made an appointment with my junior Gu Shan to go look at shoes together tonight.

"Wait? Shoes?"

Thinking of this, I took a few steps forward and then turned back, coldly extending my hand to a certain obscene president.

“Pay me my salary.”

"Yes, yes, this is your pocket money for this month."

She handed me the purse she had prepared long ago, which contained five gold coins, not too much, but not too little, enough for me to buy 10 pairs of beautiful new shoes for my junior Gu Shan, or enjoy ten days of delicious food in the Tree of Life, as well as thirty exquisite Ebi-style photo albums.

Ever since I had a semi-forced heart-to-heart talk with Ebi, I seemed to have found a new place to spend money.

But no matter what, buying gifts for good friends is the most important thing at the moment. Because she didn't show up all day, I couldn't help but worry that Gu Shan had left early in the morning. But as soon as I stepped out of the door, I saw Gu Shan, who had changed into casual clothes, standing quietly by the doorplate waiting. Looking at her posture, I always felt that if I didn't wake up in time, she would still be waiting silently.

Just like what I said to her that day, see you there.

This year, people value friendship so much...

"Gu Shan may have the rare potential to become a black hatchet!" This is what my imagination said.

I was shocked by my own imagination, and quickly trotted over, bowed my head, apologized, and reported in!

“Sorry I’m late!”

Maintaining the bowing posture, I secretly looked up at her.

Then I saw a sweet smile.

"As an apology for being late, please remember to buy me a pair of shoes, Senior!"

She didn't look unhappy at all. I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but my stomach made an even louder noise first.

Boom boom... gurgle gurgle gurgle...

Every time after staying up all night, I always hear this familiar reminder tone.

Gu Shan chuckled and said considerately, "I know a restaurant that must be delicious. Can you accompany me for a while, senior?"

"Ancient Mountain..."

I was so moved that I almost cried: "You will definitely be a good wife and mother in the future──"

"Senior—"

She pouts shyly, and her two brown ponytails bounce happily.

I suddenly thought of that idea and added, "But the prerequisite is to find a good man who can withstand the axe first."

"Eh?"

She didn't understand what I was saying at all, but I didn't want her to understand, so I shook my head and changed the subject: "It's okay, I'm almost starving, Gushan, let's go eat quickly! Okay?"

"Huh? Oh!"

She looked at me in confusion, then began to lead the way for me and talked about food: "Actually, we don't necessarily have to go to the restaurant I just mentioned. Senior, do you have a favorite cuisine? I can show you the way!"

Although the food in this world is often similar to the food on Earth, the specific names of the cuisines are completely different. Thinking of this, I just shook my head and said with a smile: "I don't have any special preferences. As long as it's not spicy, I think it should be fine. Let's go to the restaurant you mentioned. Now, as long as it's not the food in the Stone House, I almost regard it as a gift from God."

"Haha, the food in our store is a bit... "

She laughed awkwardly, and I said indignantly, "Gu Shan, let me ask you, what do you think is wrong with our kitchen? Why is it that we have given them the same ingredients, but they can still cook garbage that is a hundred times more difficult than other guilds?"

"The problem should not be with the materials." Gu Shan answered thoughtfully.

"So we really have to get rid of those mediocre people?" I said with a sinister look on my face.

Food is the primary need of the people. How can we tolerate wasting food?

Seeing that I was about to turn evil, the kind-hearted Gu Shan quickly persuaded me: "Wait, senior, I think it would be better for you to go to the kitchen to understand the situation in person. How should I put it? Well, the situation there is a bit special."

"A little special?"

Since I can't carry dishes, I seldom go into the kitchen on weekdays.

Gu Shan nodded vigorously and explained to me when I was confused.

"There are three chefs in our guild kitchen. Although their behaviors are usually strange, I don't think they can't cook delicious food. I remember one time, I forgot to eat breakfast before going to work, and my stomach hurt so much that I had to lie on the kitchen table to rest. At that time, there was a beautiful chef brother who fried me a dish of top-notch fried rice with all the color, fragrance and taste. It was not inferior to the deliciousness of other restaurants!"

Recalling the fried rice, Gu Shan's eyes sparkled. Looking at her honest expression, I couldn't help but feel a little excited about the kitchen in the stone house. So I secretly made up my mind and decided to go to the kitchen with Sister Meng'er tomorrow to carefully explore the inside story.

"Well, here we are. It's this little shop."

Gu Shan stopped walking, and I followed her gaze, only to see a hawker cart that had a certain Japanese flavor. I looked inside the cart, and the figure inside immediately scared my heart so much that it started beating wildly. The shop owner was not a mammal, but a lizard man with a huge head!

"Little girl, you are here again today──"

"Yes, I always miss your delicious food, uncle! And today I brought a new customer to you."

"Hello, I am Ulu, Ulu-Lannon."

"Hello, beautiful girl, you can just call me Mengjia."

Out of politeness, I shook hands stiffly with the tall lizardman, but Gu Shan seemed to have known him for a long time. After getting my consent, she quickly wrote the menu, handed it to me, and then kicked her feet back and forth with an expectant look on her face.

Glancing at the list, Mengjia drew out the samurai sword from his waist and threw a fresh fish into the air. Then, with a flash of swords, we had a plate of neatly arranged sashimi in front of us. How terrible! Out of curiosity, I secretly took a picture of Mengjia's identification technique.

[The target's mystery value is too high to be identified! ]

My identification skills have failed twice. The first was with the first experiment product, the second was with the evil Miss Bai Ye, and the third was the wild lizardman uncle in front of me. It seems that although Mengjia is just a peddler, he is probably a hidden master.