I Became A Renowned Arts Genius At My Arts High School - Chapter 10
Alone, Kim Yoon Su muttered as he stared at Choi Hyeong Uk’s lab below the stairs.
After ushering all the students into the exam room, the remaining teachers were supposed to examine the prepared lottery box to see if there was anything wrong and deal with the incident. However, Choi Hyeong Uk casually took the lottery box and went into his own lab alone.
He wore such an angry expression and that Kim Yoon Su missed the timing to strike up a conversation. Can it really be handled like this?
“Um, today, there’s a rumor that Caligula will come out on the test…”
“Teacher, I received a note saying that even if I draw it eight times, Caligula will definitely come out.”
“Teacher, but what if someone really played a bad prank? Could the lottery box have been tampered with?”
The kids’ words rang in his ears as they shook their heads.
Was the note just a simple prank? Or was it a warning?
If it was the latter, and the topic of the test was already set, and someone knew about it and blew the whistle, it was likely that there was an inside job. Perhaps even the teachers were deeply involved, and it could be Teacher Choi Hyeong Uk.
“Well, we’ll find out if we keep an eye on it.”
Kim Yoon Su sighed briefly and shook his head. If this fantastic imagination turned out to be true, he wouldn’t just watch silently, even if he suffered significant disadvantages.
* * *
At the same moment.
‘First, let me get one thing straight.’
Originally, the test, which would have been unfairly conducted due to Kim Hayoung and others’ cheating, changed completely with Soohyun’s intervention. And this first change was undoubtedly a crucial step that would alter Soohyun’s environment in the future.
Soohyun felt her heart pounding as she slowly looked at the plaster statue in front of him.
‘It’s been a while.’
The expression on Julian’s face was strange.
When she was in high school, she immersed herself in drawing. It was a time when she practiced painstakingly every day without being told to, and when she did things like a 30-minute form test on her own.
She was eager to open her eyes to form and draw it skillfully.
Passion begot diligence, and her eyes, trained for such a long time, effortlessly recalled the lines to be drawn on the paper. The sharp sense revived in Soohyun’s body, now that of a high school student again.
Swoosh.
There was no hesitation in the line. She raised her shoulders and stretched out-.
Sasasak.
The hand that carved the form was precise and unrelenting.
‘This is amazing.’
Soohyun smiled, thrilled.
She was afraid her hands would be stiff after fifteen years of painting and building walls, but she was relieved.
It felt like she had been practicing up until yesterday.
That’s it.
Soohyun took a deep breath and tuned in to her senses. A well-trained hand, a lean, strong teenage body. With the added bonus of experience gained from working until she was thirty.
‘It’s a perfect situation, this is too easy.’
For Soohyun, drawing Julian was nothing more than a warm-up, with no tension whatsoever.
Swoosh. Swoosh.
Soohyun moved her shoulders.
The overlapping lines on the blank page squirmed, forming a shape.
Julian.
His real name was Giuliano di Pierre de’ Medici. He was a member of the prestigious Medici family of Florence, Italy.
Michelangelo, a genius painter and sculptor, was commissioned by the Medici family to create this plaster statue, which reveals perfect balance and beauty.
Soohyun drew hundreds of pictures of Julian until she entered university. She used to draw the front, right half and side, left half and side, from a seat close to the statue to a seat farther back, until she could draw without looking at the statue.
And she got lucky.
Suhyun chuckled.
Soohyun drew number seven.
It was the second row, left-hand half, which she had always favored because it showed off Julian’s charms.
She drew a big chunk of curly bangs, drew in his big, double-lidded eyes and cool, flowing nose, then drew in his full lips and chiseled jawline. She then shifted her gaze to the left to capture the precise slope of the stretched neckline.
It took only 15 minutes to capture the entire form.
If she does well, there will be enough time.
Soohyun glanced at the wall clock hanging in the art room.
Saaaahk-.
Once again, she moved her shoulders vigorously and applied the base color.
It was the moment when the Hand of God was perfectly resurrected.
