Chapter 529

North Wind's children's drawing class was going very smoothly.

She truly was skilled at drawing. Even if she had not reached the level of an artist, she was at least an outstanding draftsman. More importantly, she had absolutely no intention of muddling through when it came to teaching children to draw. She put her whole heart into it, working with meticulous care.

Unlike those frauds on Earth who peddled so-called "children's art" by giving kids simple shapes to copy, she genuinely began with the fundamentals of drawing—structure, lines, color, composition, and so on.

And the first lesson she taught was "sketching a cube."

Sketching meant depicting things using nothing but black. A master artist, such as Sui Xiong, needed only a pencil to create drawings that let viewers clearly feel power, speed, temperature, and even emotion. An ordinary hobbyist, at the very least, could draw relatively uncomplicated things convincingly enough for people to recognize them at a glance. "Ah, so that's what it is."

What North Wind taught was the simplest thing in sketching: drawing a cube.

She placed a square block of wood on a tray and taught the children how to make the cube look "right."

It sounded easy, but doing it was anything but. North Wind practically taught them one by one, hand in hand. After nearly a week of instruction, only four or five children could draw cubes that vaguely resembled cubes, rather than something else entirely.

Those children either had considerable talent or some prior foundation. All in all, they showed promise.

As for the other children, they were far behind. The worst of them drew things whose basic outlines were warped and chaotic; it was impossible to tell what they were supposed to be.

Had she been a hot-tempered teacher, she probably would have