Oh no! Seven kids at the start, all yellow and skinny.

Chapter 310 Sketching

Ma Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, forced a smile, and then left, making an excuse that he still had work to do in the workshop.

Xie Axiang glanced at Ma Qing's back and sighed softly. He hadn't missed the jealous look in Ma Qing's eyes, but they were friends who had come through hardships together, so he didn't want to break off relations. He hoped that Ma Qing wouldn't do anything bad.

However, Xie Axiang was a simple-minded person. He knew that if something really happened, he wouldn't be able to handle it on his own. So, he decided to mention it to Yunyi, hoping that the girl would be careful. It would be best if the other party didn't have any ulterior motives, but if there were any bad intentions, he could find them in time and at least not let him go astray.

Yunyi made her own charcoal pencils and will officially start a sketching class starting today. There will be no separate classes; everyone will attend together. After studying for a while, classes will be divided according to skill level.

"Mom, this painting method is very strange." Da Bao looked surprised. After all, they had only been exposed to painting with a brush before. Of course, some famous people would dip their fingers in paint or splash ink directly on the paper to paint.

It's quite novel to draw with charcoal pencils like this.

“This is called sketching,” Yunyi said, her hands moving rapidly as she sat there. “As the name suggests, it’s about quickly sketching what you want to draw.” She then flipped the drawing board over. “Take a look.”

"Wow, it's Qibao!" Er Ya exclaimed first.

"Mother, it's me!" Qibao jumped up from his seat excitedly.

"So, do you want to learn it?" Yunyi asked with a smile.

"Yes!" everyone said in unison, with Qibao being the loudest.

"Then you should study hard."

Everyone nodded hurriedly, their eyes sparkling.

"Mom, I love you the most." Little Qibao didn't forget to confess his love to Yunyi.

"Mom loves you the most too." Yunyi made a heart shape with her hands towards him.

"Giggle giggle..." Qibao happily imitated him.

“Mom, I love you too.” Liu Bao also made the gesture.

“My dear mother.” Si Bao’s voice was not loud, but it was very clear.

“I love you too.” Wu Ya stood up and gestured.

"Aren't you all childish?" Er Ya rolled her eyes at her younger siblings. "We're in class."

“Going to class and loving Mom don’t conflict,” Sanya said with a smile, looking at her sister. “Don’t you love Mom too?”

“I…” Er Ya blushed instantly, awkwardly unsure how to react, and after a long while she finally managed to hum, “Love.”

Da Bao's face was also red, but he was obviously very happy and made a heart shape with his hands as well.

The other children looked at them with envy.

Yun Yi laughed: "Alright, I know you love me, and I love you all too, but when it comes to my classes, it's not enough to just say you love my classes. I look at your grades. Whoever gets the best grades and is the most attentive is the one who loves me the most."

Seven treasures nodded hurriedly.

“You too,” Yunyi said, looking at Wang Qiao’er and the others. “If you study hard, your teacher will love you too.”

The children all blushed.

Next, the lesson began. After the lesson, everyone was asked to draw the bowls on the table. The teacher promised that whoever did well in the lesson would have their portrait drawn.

Upon hearing this, the kids were instantly energized and put in their utmost effort to study.

Yunyi looked at each one and gave them pointers, then sat down and started drawing. Although she said she would draw whoever learned well, in reality she wouldn't favor anyone, and everyone would get a small portrait.

I've already drawn some, and I can finish drawing the remaining few people today.

[Boss, your sketching skills have improved again.] Sixteen has now found a loophole: Yunyi can block her for no more than two hours at a time, and there can be at least two hours between two blocks. Therefore, she feels confident.

[Anyone who paints for tens of thousands of years will improve their skills. As the oil seller once told us, there's no secret to it, just practice makes perfect.] Yunyi's speed is getting faster and faster; she can finish a small portrait in three to five minutes, and her speed is increasing.

When are you going to draw one for me too?

[Draw a bunch of data? Easy. I can draw it from one to ten, or even one hundred, one thousand, or ten thousand?]

sixteen:……

Forget it, I'm not going to say anything more, or I'll probably get so angry I'll short-circuit.

Finally, the class ended, and everyone rushed over to show Yunyi the lesson.

Looking at the messy pile of drawings, Yunyi was not disappointed. Instead, she pointed out the strengths and weaknesses of each one, such as how well the lines were drawn and how the shadows were drawn in that one.

Moreover, everyone who leaves a review receives a small elephant sticker.

The children were overjoyed. After thanking Yunyi, they cheered and went home.

"What's wrong with you?" Yunyi looked at Mu Yan, who was left at the back. "Let me see what you drew."

"Young Miss." Mu Yan handed over his painting. "The government usually draws a portrait when arresting people, but I don't think they have this number."

Yunyi's eyes lit up: "You even know how to draw shadow figures?"

“I’ve met my uncle; he’s very good at solving cases.”

Yunyi nodded, then remembered that this young man was from the Mu family. His cousin was named Mu Yushu, who had become the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review at the young age of twenty. If it weren't for the Crown Prince's influence, his future would have been limitless: "You're right. If one's painting skills reach a certain level, then one doesn't necessarily need to see the real object or the real person; one can paint it based on descriptions..." She then told him some stories about Zhang Xin, known as "Ma Liang the Magic Brush," one of the "Eight Tigers of Criminal Investigation" in modern society.

(Someone is currently watching "The Hunt for Crime," it's amazing!)

Mu Yan listened with great interest, his eyes filled with longing.

Before they knew it, Da Bao and the others had gathered around, all listening with great interest.

"Young Miss, I want to be that good too." Mu Yan clenched her little fist one last time. "I will study painting diligently."

"Your determination is good, but if you want to use your pen to speak for the dead, you need to learn more than just how to draw."

"I know, I will study hard."

"Okay." Yunyi nodded. "If you want to learn, that's fine. I'll teach you slowly in the future, but I don't like people who give up halfway."

"No." Mu Yan shook his head.

"Alright, get out of class is over. Go home, it's time for dinner." Yunyi stood up, but saw Zhou Jingyu at the door. "When did you get here?"

"Just when you were telling me that the person reconstructed the skeleton, then drew the deceased's face, and confirmed the identity."

Yunyi smiled, "Just telling the kids a story." She was about to say something when she noticed Xie Axiang lingering not far away, so she walked over. "Looking for me? Something wrong?"