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

19

'This guy might be able to accomplish something.'

Professor Lee Hong-rim felt a strong intuition.

In fact, she wasn't one to trust her intuition.

Rather, I was closer to being distrustful.

This was because I had seen countless writers around me cling to that intuition, fall into a slump, and eventually give up their brushes.

But this time, I had a strong feeling that I had to trust my intuition.

'Let's just watch for a while.'

Professor Lee Hong-rim, who had climbed up to the stage again, looked at Jeong-hwan with his arms crossed.

As her gaze became sharper, Gu Cheol-woong couldn't help but look at Jeong-hwan.

Just like when he took the entrance exam to the Korean Arts High School, Jeong-hwan was still staring at the blank sheet of paper.

He was chewing on what Professor Lee Hong-rim had said, his eyes half-open like a Buddha statue.

'I have drawn self-portraits in my past life as well. But what Professor Lee Hong-rim wants is not such an obvious self-portrait. I need to reveal myself honestly.'

Although others don't know, Jeong-hwan is living a second life.

One is the current Jeong-Hwan, and the other is Black Hammer from his previous life.

Expressing those two lives in one picture was by no means an easy task.

Jeong-hwan raised his head and looked at the backs of the students who were drawing lines without thinking.

But, because the easels were each at different angles, the mirrors reflected various aspects of the practice room.

'ah!'

A flash of light flashed through Jeong-hwan's mind.

Having got the idea, he picked up a pencil and began sketching square after square.

The pleasant sound of the tip of a pencil skimming paper.

Professor Lee Hong-rim's ears perked up.

With as much experience as she had, she could tell roughly how a picture was made just by listening to the sound of a pencil.

'I'm curious.'

The sound of Jeong-Hwan's pencil was full of confidence and assurance.

Professor Lee Hong-rim tried hard not to look at Jeong-hwan's painting.

If you want to eat delicious food, you have to take your time.

If you can't stand it and open the lid, the rice will be undercooked.

She was ready to wait for the best moment.

Meanwhile, other students were groaning and clutching their heads in frustration.

“Oh, I’m screwed.”

“How do I draw this? I’ve never drawn a face before.”

In particular, Oh Hyeon-seop kept drawing and erasing lines several times.

'Is it necessary to draw a face like this?'

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He even got annoyed when he looked at the small mirror next to his easel.

A thick jawline due to weight gain, sweat running down your back even when you're just sitting on a chair, and red acne that just won't go away.

There was absolutely no reason to leave a self-portrait with a face like this.