On the first day of training, Ye Lin and Chen Le reached out at the same time to grab the only window seat in the studio.
No one gave in.
They all know each other's names - the same studio, the same province, the same major. This year, the Oil Painting Department of Lushan Academy of Fine Arts only issued one valid certificate in Huang Province. They all also know that they will only lose to one kind of person in the past six months: the other party.
Ye Lin relies on ruthlessness. Chen Le relies on wildness.
Ye Lin's painting is as stable as a rock, and the joint entrance examination marking teacher can't fault it; Chen Le's writing is full of wind, and one stroke can bring the whole painting to life, but she is not familiar with the exam routine, and her scores are always going up and down.
Ye Linwen was definitely a fatal weakness; Chen Le was ignored and asked, and he never read the textbook seriously.
Ye Lin thought Chen Le was just flamboyant; Chen Le thought Ye Lin was just cold.
Until the two of them bumped into each other's hidden side in the studio late at night - trapped in a corner but insisting on painting with light, they are obviously the same kind of people.
Chen Le came to this studio because he saw a street sketch that had been forgotten at the foot of a wall in an alleyway in the old city half a year ago. The old flower seller's back was bent like a question mark, but her eyes were as straight as a dry well suddenly filled with water. The signature is blurred, and only the word "Lin" can be discerned. She used "competition" to wrap up this heartbeat - the opponent she wanted to win was the person she became a fan first.
Ye Lin thought he had only one enemy. Until she saw with her own eyes that the founder of the studio gave the certificate that should have been distributed fairly to the daughter of a related family; the "number one rival of the studio" she thought was the one who was being squeezed by the same rope as herself.
From rivals to collusion, from collusion to alliance, from alliance to heartbeat.
Whoever turns in the paper first loses - but they don't want to win too easily.
Concept: The so-called female rivalry is often created by unfair rules - two girls who were crushed by the same set of oppression turned from bitter rivals into accomplices, and finally discovered that each other was the one they most wanted to paint together.