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The International Artist Association (IAA) is a professional and academic social organization voluntarily formed by world painters, art theory researchers, and experts in art education. Since its establishment, the organization has been committed to protecting the painting profession, promoting the spirit of painting, and disseminating painting knowledge.
In today's era of development, some people have discovered that well-known works of ancient masterpieces, after the baptism of the long river of history, have gradually developed wisdom and energy. When accumulated to a certain level, they can even form an independent small world.
In this world, the creation is often not very stable. When the spirituality in the painting is imbalanced, there is a great possibility of destroying the spirits. The stronger the spirituality, the more difficult it may be to maintain balance in the world within the painting. Therefore, a organization was established by the Art Association to seek out talented individuals and empower them to adjust the balance of the painted world in a timely manner, in order to prevent the destruction of famous paintings. This also ensures that the spirits within the paintings do not escape into the real world and cause damage, thus preserving the essence and charm of the artworks.
The organization formed by the ability holders found around the world is named the "World Gallery".
This building is the location of the World Gallery from the 30th floor and upwards. When Wutong first arrived at the gallery, he was deeply moved by the majestic scene in front of him. The nearly 1.9-meter tall young man stood at the bottom of the building, encouraging himself that he would definitely become the man who becomes the king.
However, reality always has a ridiculous sense of humor. Since the first day he arrived here, he has been constantly training, saying it's to adapt to his hypersensitivity and prevent him from experiencing a series of adverse reactions after entering the painting. As a result, our handsome guy, Wutong, was forced to develop internal injuries.
There are two types of abilities: the gifted and the inherited. The former refers to the natural talent for abilities, while the latter refers to the ancient races evolving different abilities over generations under the test of time. The elites of the family possess the inheritance and weapons unique to their own family.
As an inheritor, Wutong has been exposed to various training exercises since birth in order to better enhance her compatibility with the world of painting. However, even here, the training carried on day and night remains a repetitive routine, causing her to feel a slight sense of grievance in her heart.
However, after communicating with the people around her, Wutong accepted this way of life again. Many people have to spend at least a year in the organization before they can have the opportunity to establish a task team. The unknown crisis in the spirit painting world is numerous, and more training is also to ensure everyone's safety.
"Wutong"
"Arrived"
He was called to the office early in the morning. This was the second time he met their boss. The first time was when they came here and gave a collective speech with a group of people on the first day. At that time, the boss didn't say much, just welcomed their arrival and left.
Actually, Wutong was a bit nervous at this moment. The boss was leaning casually on the desk with his hands crossed in front of his chest, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "How has the training been going recently?"
"Good."
"It's good as long as everything is fine. The organization has encountered some minor troubles recently." The leader's smile faded, and he straightened up, his expression serious. "There are some matters that require your help."
"Hard work pays off" is probably the right phrase for this moment. The hardships of the past six months have finally paid off, and the wutong tree in the heart is even doing a samba dance. Holding up a flower basket, it shouts, "Long live the founding of the People's Republic of China!" On the surface, it remains very serious, placing its right hand over the left chest and performing a standard ceremonial gesture. "I am duty-bound!"
The boss looked at him with relief, as if there was a feeling of tears streaming down his face, saying, "I hope you won't let everyone down." He clapped his hands and said to the door, "Okay, come in."
The door creaked open, and in walked a young man. His jet-black hair was loosely tied back, giving him the appearance of a handsome youth straight out of a period drama. However, he wore a perfectly fitted gray suit, meticulously paired with a gray and coffee-colored double-layer silk tie, creating a marvelous collision of aesthetics.
The person who came in, Wutong, is someone I know. He just joined as an intern a month ago. His name is Lihong. I heard that he is also a successor. In the first assessment training, he achieved an "A" level proficiency in copying. He looks a little younger than Wutong, and because he is extremely good-looking, with natural straight black hair, he always gets mistaken for a beautiful girl.
"Let's get acquainted, from now on you'll be teammates." The boss took two briefcases from the desk and handed them to them, and hung a work badge around each of their necks. "Alright, go report to the 67th floor, your team leader is waiting for you inside." Without any further ado, he hurriedly ushered them out of the office.
Feng Li's endurance is obviously better, she simply picked up her bag and got on the elevator. Wutong followed closely behind, obviously still not fully recovered and after holding it in for a long time, finally asked the question she had in mind: "Is your name Feng Li?"
"Hmm."
"How long have you been interning?"
"Half a month," Wutong noticed some confusion and Li Feng explained, "There was an issue at home in the middle, so I took a half-month leave."
Although Wutong was mentally prepared, she still felt a blow. Her teammate, who was younger and more beautiful, had only been an intern for half a month and was already able to go to work. Thinking back to her own difficult life over the past six months, Wutong couldn't help but curse all her relatives around her.
"Have you read the employee handbook? It says in there..." Wutong, with age and experience on his side, was hoping to regain some face with the new recruits. However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by someone else.
"Here we are." Li Feng stepped off the elevator, and Wutong had no choice but to follow him. He politely knocked on the door and then used his work badge to open the restriction. Only then did the two of them truly enter the space on the 67th floor.
In the entire building, going up to the 60th floor, there are three small floors on each major floor where commissioners can rest and work together. Looking around, it's obvious that there is nobody on the first floor. Two people, carrying bags, went up to the second floor. They heard some noise and a person walked out of the kitchen. This person was wearing slippers and floral shorts, with a clean white t-shirt that was slightly wrinkled, probably due to the owner's poor sleeping position. One hand held a can of cola while the other was busy scrolling through the phone. The face under the bedhead hair was quite handsome.
Wutong only hopes that he has come to the wrong place. This is a face he has never seen before. Probably someone who has been interning in some district for several years and has been toughened up by the organization. Wutong simply can't accept working together with such a sloppy person, but is at a loss for words considering the fact that the other party is at least a team leader.
Li Feng quickly accepted this fact and said, "Team member Li Feng reporting to you." He glanced at Wutong, as if accusing him of being impolite.
"Wutong."
"Today is my first day here, and I'm not very familiar yet. Relax and do whatever you want." Without caring about their reaction, Li Feng turned around and prepared to go upstairs to sleep. Halfway up the stairs, he turned back and said to the two people below, "Just call me Pigeon." Then he felt it wasn't precise enough, so he added, "Like the pigeon in the sky."
In today's era of development, some people have discovered that well-known works of ancient masterpieces, after the baptism of the long river of history, have gradually developed wisdom and energy. When accumulated to a certain level, they can even form an independent small world.
In this world, the creation is often not very stable. When the spirituality in the painting is imbalanced, there is a great possibility of destroying the spirits. The stronger the spirituality, the more difficult it may be to maintain balance in the world within the painting. Therefore, a organization was established by the Art Association to seek out talented individuals and empower them to adjust the balance of the painted world in a timely manner, in order to prevent the destruction of famous paintings. This also ensures that the spirits within the paintings do not escape into the real world and cause damage, thus preserving the essence and charm of the artworks.
The organization formed by the ability holders found around the world is named the "World Gallery".
This building is the location of the World Gallery from the 30th floor and upwards. When Wutong first arrived at the gallery, he was deeply moved by the majestic scene in front of him. The nearly 1.9-meter tall young man stood at the bottom of the building, encouraging himself that he would definitely become the man who becomes the king.
However, reality always has a ridiculous sense of humor. Since the first day he arrived here, he has been constantly training, saying it's to adapt to his hypersensitivity and prevent him from experiencing a series of adverse reactions after entering the painting. As a result, our handsome guy, Wutong, was forced to develop internal injuries.
There are two types of abilities: the gifted and the inherited. The former refers to the natural talent for abilities, while the latter refers to the ancient races evolving different abilities over generations under the test of time. The elites of the family possess the inheritance and weapons unique to their own family.
As an inheritor, Wutong has been exposed to various training exercises since birth in order to better enhance her compatibility with the world of painting. However, even here, the training carried on day and night remains a repetitive routine, causing her to feel a slight sense of grievance in her heart.
However, after communicating with the people around her, Wutong accepted this way of life again. Many people have to spend at least a year in the organization before they can have the opportunity to establish a task team. The unknown crisis in the spirit painting world is numerous, and more training is also to ensure everyone's safety.
"Wutong"
"Arrived"
He was called to the office early in the morning. This was the second time he met their boss. The first time was when they came here and gave a collective speech with a group of people on the first day. At that time, the boss didn't say much, just welcomed their arrival and left.
Actually, Wutong was a bit nervous at this moment. The boss was leaning casually on the desk with his hands crossed in front of his chest, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "How has the training been going recently?"
"Good."
"It's good as long as everything is fine. The organization has encountered some minor troubles recently." The leader's smile faded, and he straightened up, his expression serious. "There are some matters that require your help."
"Hard work pays off" is probably the right phrase for this moment. The hardships of the past six months have finally paid off, and the wutong tree in the heart is even doing a samba dance. Holding up a flower basket, it shouts, "Long live the founding of the People's Republic of China!" On the surface, it remains very serious, placing its right hand over the left chest and performing a standard ceremonial gesture. "I am duty-bound!"
The boss looked at him with relief, as if there was a feeling of tears streaming down his face, saying, "I hope you won't let everyone down." He clapped his hands and said to the door, "Okay, come in."
The door creaked open, and in walked a young man. His jet-black hair was loosely tied back, giving him the appearance of a handsome youth straight out of a period drama. However, he wore a perfectly fitted gray suit, meticulously paired with a gray and coffee-colored double-layer silk tie, creating a marvelous collision of aesthetics.
The person who came in, Wutong, is someone I know. He just joined as an intern a month ago. His name is Lihong. I heard that he is also a successor. In the first assessment training, he achieved an "A" level proficiency in copying. He looks a little younger than Wutong, and because he is extremely good-looking, with natural straight black hair, he always gets mistaken for a beautiful girl.
"Let's get acquainted, from now on you'll be teammates." The boss took two briefcases from the desk and handed them to them, and hung a work badge around each of their necks. "Alright, go report to the 67th floor, your team leader is waiting for you inside." Without any further ado, he hurriedly ushered them out of the office.
Feng Li's endurance is obviously better, she simply picked up her bag and got on the elevator. Wutong followed closely behind, obviously still not fully recovered and after holding it in for a long time, finally asked the question she had in mind: "Is your name Feng Li?"
"Hmm."
"How long have you been interning?"
"Half a month," Wutong noticed some confusion and Li Feng explained, "There was an issue at home in the middle, so I took a half-month leave."
Although Wutong was mentally prepared, she still felt a blow. Her teammate, who was younger and more beautiful, had only been an intern for half a month and was already able to go to work. Thinking back to her own difficult life over the past six months, Wutong couldn't help but curse all her relatives around her.
"Have you read the employee handbook? It says in there..." Wutong, with age and experience on his side, was hoping to regain some face with the new recruits. However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by someone else.
"Here we are." Li Feng stepped off the elevator, and Wutong had no choice but to follow him. He politely knocked on the door and then used his work badge to open the restriction. Only then did the two of them truly enter the space on the 67th floor.
In the entire building, going up to the 60th floor, there are three small floors on each major floor where commissioners can rest and work together. Looking around, it's obvious that there is nobody on the first floor. Two people, carrying bags, went up to the second floor. They heard some noise and a person walked out of the kitchen. This person was wearing slippers and floral shorts, with a clean white t-shirt that was slightly wrinkled, probably due to the owner's poor sleeping position. One hand held a can of cola while the other was busy scrolling through the phone. The face under the bedhead hair was quite handsome.
Wutong only hopes that he has come to the wrong place. This is a face he has never seen before. Probably someone who has been interning in some district for several years and has been toughened up by the organization. Wutong simply can't accept working together with such a sloppy person, but is at a loss for words considering the fact that the other party is at least a team leader.
Li Feng quickly accepted this fact and said, "Team member Li Feng reporting to you." He glanced at Wutong, as if accusing him of being impolite.
"Wutong."
"Today is my first day here, and I'm not very familiar yet. Relax and do whatever you want." Without caring about their reaction, Li Feng turned around and prepared to go upstairs to sleep. Halfway up the stairs, he turned back and said to the two people below, "Just call me Pigeon." Then he felt it wasn't precise enough, so he added, "Like the pigeon in the sky."