I Am an Art Student. the System Says I Am a Great Master of Talismans.

Lin Mo's grandfather is a carpenter. The Danmo Dou line is the best in tens of miles. He comes from other places and never talks about his past. Before he died, he gave seven-year-old Lin Mo an old charcoal pen: "When you understand how to draw it, it will come alive." Twelve years later, Lin Mo was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts and ranked last in painting skills. Until a misplaced system was activated in his mind - using sketching as a talisman, pottery as a tool refining, and judging the instructor as having "abnormal talisman perception". The system is very abstract. But the rewards are real. His painting skills have been crushing all the way, from losing the winter championship to first place in the mid-term to being shortlisted at the municipal level. Then he discovered: There are four people in the Academy of Fine Arts who know something called "Fu Dao". There are ten monsters among thirty classmates. The ginkgo tree on the west side of the campus was planted by my grandfather forty years ago, and there is a spiritual vein underneath. The reason why grandpa "left" has to do with the strongest family in the Academy of Fine Arts. The pen comes alive. But the person holding the pen is not strong enough.