2 A Good Person Part II (2/2)

”Next, let's talk about the context and surroundings of your designs. Every era or every fictional universe you construct should have its own unique characteristics, ideally in lieu with the characteristics of the entire universe: clothing, headwear, hairstyles, weapons, etc. These details determine whether your character will be accepted at first glance by an audience.”

”I must emphasize once more: No matter what type of packaging you decide for your context, it will always be immersed in culture.So, I have repeatedly stressed that you have to read more books. Do not think that drawing is just drawing. Drawing -what are you drawing? Is it frozen in imitation? You must create! And culture is the biggest driving force behind your creation!”

”Speaking of returning to the setting of an era...”

”Meng Fan!”

Just as class was ending and as she was organizing to leave, Qin Jiao suddenly called Meng Fan. ”I heard you've been missing class these past few days. It's because you were analyzing costume designs from both international and domestic eras, right?”

Meng Fan almost got choked by the blood building in his throat. ”The damn woman sure can hold a grudge!”

Suppressing his rage, he gave a nod. More accurately, he was bowing the big guy up there.

What else could he say? Confess to the ”witch” that he was compensating for his lifetime? He'd really die an ugly death, then.

”How's the progress?” Qin Jiao asked.

Meng Fan's face froze for a minute before he finally managed to respond. ”I ran into some issues...”-under the forceful eye of Qin Jiao, Meng Fan finally mustered-”but it's coming along.”

”You've always had your own perspective regarding the characteristics of clothing, and I have always suggested that your thesis can stem from this aspect.”

Qin Jiao smiled. ”Let's do it. You derive the relevant information from before the Yuan Dynasty, so during the next lesson you can use the information you have compiled to explain the usages of materials. After all, I am generous and left you a chance at life. If it is not sufficient, I am glad to contribute more.”

It is always common for teachers at the academy to arrange extracurricular assignments, and it is also common for Meng Fan to be caught. Of course, the sympathy of the students isn't absent either.

Zhang Zhou Wei shoved a tube of pencils into Meng Fan and patted him on the shoulder. ”Your bro can only help you until here.”

”Help me!”

Eyes wide, Meng Fan grabbed Zhang Zhou Wei. ”At least help me do the research!”

”Just go to the library and find it. Your pal has a date today. You've got three days: that's more than enough!” Zhang Zhou Wei snickered and slipped away toward the door, where a girl was waiting.

Meng Fan gave him the middle finger, packed his stuff, and obediently headed to the library.

”Three days is enough time, my ass. Unless I live in the library the entire time!”

Gathering information, sorting out a timeline, and listing the catalogue made three hours pass by in a blink. This was only Meng Fan's own opinion on the characteristic changes of various costumes throughout the generations. Even if this was the only task, the average person can't even do it in three days!

After eating a quick meal, he burrowed back to the library and continued to draft.

”Huh?” Meng Fan suddenly stopped drawing. ”This really doesn't feel right!”

He continued to draw a few more strokes and stopped again. Then he proceeded to take out his phone and started the timer.

After many comparisons, Meng Fan felt excitement coursed through his body from head to toe. If he hadn't been in a library, he'd be loudly wheezing with joy.

It seems that the previous reward of ”hand speed +1” is not only applicable to masturbating, but also drawing speed, and may also extend to other situations where hands are needed. Regardless, this is no joke, but a blessing from the cosmos!

In the morning, he simultaneously sketched while checking and commenting, not consuming much speed at all, for it was in the afternoon when he began formally drawing that he experienced the effect in all its eternity.

Compared to before, he was 33% faster, at least. This kind of advantage for an art student would open up a world of possibilities!

Meng Fan stopped his pencil. Why the hell was he still drawing? There's no need for that now. After all, workers must first sharpen their tools before they can do their best.

What are you waiting for Meng Fan? Time to find more girls to confess to!