A dwarf in past life, but an artistic genius in this life

13

The chief is mine.

Oh Hyeon-seop was confident.

Because all the other students were concentrating on drawing still lifes, leaving the topic of 'death' aside.

Moreover, he was the only one who drew 'Hwamusipilhong' with flowers as the theme like himself.

Moreover, his physical condition was also excellent.

Everything was just perfect.

But as soon as he saw Sooyeon’s picture, Oh Hyeonseop had no choice but to change his mind.

'What is that?'

Unlike ordinary still life sketches, Suyeon's paintings had strong contrasts.

The upper left is left empty and the lower right is composed of complex objects.

The diagonal line that formed seemed to cut the world in half.

There is another diagonal that intersects that diagonal.

It was a diagonal line created by the light source.

As the light shone in from the upper left to the lower right, the contrast felt more dramatic and intense, as if it were dividing the living and the dead.

Not only that, there was a large skull drawn in the middle of the still life.

Oh Hyeon-seop had no choice but to admit it.

The fact that this painting is several times better than 'Hwamusipilhong'.

But it didn't matter.

Even if I just get the second seat, my mother will be happy.

This time, it was finally the opportunity to hang a banner with the name Oh Hyeon-seop on it at Apple Art Academy.

But then a sound was heard from behind that shattered that thrilling imagination.

Square, square.

It was the sound of a long, blunt pencil tip lightly touching the paper.

The beat of the sound that was drawing a long line like a sketch changed.

It was a heavy, ground-breaking sound, as if the wheels of a tank were rolling over a sheet of paper.

Then suddenly the beat changed again.

If a moment ago it had sounded like a heavy tank rolling across a plain, this time it sounded like a feather tickling the tip of a baby's nose.

The sound of a very thin, long pencil tip lightly scratching the surface of a piece of paper.

Cold sweat began to run down Oh Hyeon-seop's back.

To someone who didn't know, it might sound like the sound of someone drawing a picture, but it was different to Oh Hyeon-seop's ears.

He had heard something similar before.

'That's the sound my mom made when she drew.'

It was the sound that came from the tip of a pencil when his mother, Yumiyeon, demonstrated sketching to her students.

Why does Jeong-hwan make the same sound as his mother, who devoted her life to drawing, with her pencil?

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Oh Hyeon-seop couldn't figure out the answer.

I would like to go back and look at his paintings even now, but I am currently in the middle of an exam.

I had to concentrate on my own painting.

'No time. Let's focus!'

30 minutes passed, then an hour.