I Became A Renowned Genius At My Arts High School - Chapter 154



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Episode 154. Small Renaissance (3)

“The one I chose was red soap.”

Su-hyeon, who displayed the prepared painting on the easel, took out the red soap she had caught from the lottery box and showed it to everyone.

“Unlike the soaps you see often, it is a bit softer and has a unique shape. It has a really good scent. As I continued to observe it, I developed a kind of attachment to it. Then, someone came to mind. It is a red frog who has affection for all the red things in the world and collects them.”

Suhyun revealed the initial sketch of the red frog.

“This is a sketch I did to find the most suitable face for the story. And this is the house of the red frog. The red frog lives here alone, and there are a lot of red things that he found and brought here and there over the years.”

Before drawing a full-fledged picture book, Su-hyeon drew several character sketches and settings to give shape to the world that came to her mind.

There were nearly 100 frog sketches, and I tried to find the most suitable character by expressing the proportions of the face and body and the facial features in slightly different ways.

“The story begins with a red frog looking for a piece of red soap that has fallen in the forest.”

Su-hyeon explained, pointing to the first page of the book.

“A frog was walking through the forest and picking up a bunch of red things. On his way home, he came across something red he had never seen before. It was red soap.”

In the following picture, the frog smiles brightly and admires his new collection for a long time, then returns home with it in his hands.

There are already many red things in the house, but the frog likes soap so much that he puts the red soap in the most conspicuous place.

Swish-.

As a cool shower begins to pour down, the red frog turns his gaze out the window.

Croak, croak.

Croak, croak.

The forest pond in the distance is noisy.

It is a mecca for frogs.

It is a home and playground for countless frogs, and a place where all kinds of interactions take place. When it rains, frogs are excited and jump into the pond to play.

-Hmm.

But the red frog only observes it with a small telescope.

Since he is a different color from the other frogs, he cannot mix with them, and he has to console his loneliness by watching them from afar every now and then.

-are you okay.

Still, the frog finds comfort in the red things that fill the house.

A red frog smiles happily among the collectibles.

The next day.

The red frog, as usual, is exploring the forest with his bag. When he sees other frogs approaching, he quickly hides behind a tree, but is surprised to hear the most popular frog in the pond talking to his friends.

-I think red is really pretty.

what?

Oh my gosh, you knew the value of red too?

You say red is pretty, you like it, you want to keep it by your side.

Then, can we be friends too?

The heart of the red frog, who had never made a friend before, began to pound.

From that day on, the red frog closely observes the popular frog. As he does so, he gradually develops a desire to become friends with him.

-Okay, that will work!

Finally, the red frog finds a way. Since he likes the color red, wouldn’t he like it if he were given a red gift? Then, he would have a chance to talk and become close to him.

The red frog jumps up and carefully selects the good items from the collection he has gathered in his house. Then he runs into the forest.

I just remembered seeing the red berries ripening deliciously.

I thought it would look pretty if I decorated it in a gift box.

One day, two days, three days, four days.

Time passed.

The red frog stayed inside and was busy making presents.

The finally completed gift is a red decoration made of all kinds of red things.

-pretty.

An object that was just to his liking was created. The red frog took it carefully and went out into the forest.

Croak, croak.

Croak, croak, croak.

With each step towards the pond, the red frog’s heartbeat quickens and grows louder.

Gulp.

The red frog swallowed its saliva and found the frog of the day and locked eyes with it.

-Wow, it’s been a while?

-What’s going on?

Several frogs showed interest in the appearance of the red frog that had not come out of the pond, but the red frog just lowered its head.

The red frog approaches the frog he was looking for with a bright red face and hands him a gift.

-What is this?

-It’s a gift.

-what?

– Since you said you like red, I made some red decorations.

A long moment of silence passes. But then, unexpectedly, laughter bursts out.

Croak, croak.

Croak, croak.

The frogs laugh loudly as if they can’t stand it anymore.

-This is red?

-Hey guys, what color is this?

-Rotten leaves, earthworm color.

-No, more like the color of swallow poop.

-It’s not red anyway.

The red frog’s face turns blue.

I wanted to be friends. I thought that if I gave her a gift, she would either become my friend or reject me.

But, it’s not red.

Such a brilliant red, the color of swallow droppings.

The red frog is crying as he truds back home, alone again.

Her face is redder than ever.

My heart is hot and hurts so much.

Before we knew it, midday had passed and the sun was setting.

Sniff sniff.

The frog looks up at the cloudy sun.

No matter how much I look, I still can’t figure it out.

The red ornament she was holding was a red like the small sun about to set and the spreading sunset.

however,

-A red frog?

Someone’s voice is heard behind my back.

It was a snail hanging on a tree.

-What are you holding? It’s so pretty.

As the red frog sniffles silently, the snail speaks once more.

-It’s a really pretty red.

The red frog’s eyes widen in surprise.

The story ends there.

Su-hyeon, who had finished explaining everything up to the last chapter, finished her presentation by slightly bowing her head to the students in the classroom.

“As we live, there are times when our sincerity is not conveyed, we are misunderstood, things happen that are unfair, and things happen that we cannot understand no matter how hard we try. I created this story with the hope that the wounds that we have in these times will heal one day. Thank you.”

The students who had been absentmindedly absorbed in the story of the red frog returned to reality and applauded in admiration.

“and!!!”

“It’s the best!”

“I cried!”

“Oh my. This is so good!!”

A heartfelt burst of exclamation.

The story is a story, but the pictures drawn in each scene were very beautiful. The frog’s house filled with red objects was mysterious, and the pond in the forest reminded us of something we had longed for. The red frog’s longing and pounding heart were delicately expressed in his expression and gestures, making us empathize with the emotions.

What I liked most was the way the other frogs who saw the red statue said that it wasn’t red.

The landscapes that had been beautifully expressed until now turned ashen as their mixed evaluations.

The red frog was confused because his color was denied.

As the world he had seen until now lost its color, not only the statue he was holding but also his own color was lost.

The world that had become dark was partially restored when looking at the sunset, and completely found its colors when meeting the snail.

This use of color effectively portrays the inner self of the red frog, poking and prodding at the things inside his mind.

‘Ha, this is it.’

Professor Kwon In-ho shook his head with a look of complete abandonment of the evaluation.

The Red Frog story was an interesting subject from the beginning. I never thought they would expand on that story in Red Soap.

Kwon In-ho was very excited about the outcome as he watched Soo-hyeon develop the story’s outline and give it more concrete form.

Every time we shared the intermediate process, his mind gradually rose, and when I saw that he had produced a result that was several steps deeper than the work we had discussed last time, I was once again amazed at how far this child’s limits and possibilities extend.

‘It’s not a painting, and the book class is closer to illustration. Even if you have a good sense, is it possible to create quality content like this without fail?’

There was one more surprising thing.

‘I guess my hunch was right.’

While watching the presentation, Kwon In-ho noticed some strange looks flowing through the classroom.

When the presenters finished their presentations, received compliments, and returned to their seats, everyone briefly made eye contact with Soohyun and conveyed some kind of emotion.

Soo-hyun passed it off expressionlessly and unmoved, but the other person was expressing gratitude with a moved expression on their face, so only someone who wasn’t an idiot could quickly figure out what it meant.

It seemed that many students in the classroom received help from Su-hyeon in various ways.

If so, it is understandable why so many students grew so rapidly in such a short period of time.

“Well done. I enjoyed it so much, and for a moment I forgot that I had to rate the book, and I was completely absorbed in the story of the red frog. I also had an experience similar to the red frog, and thanks to that, I was able to fully empathize with the main character’s feelings. I don’t have much advice for the illustrations. My important mission in the book class was to experience how much the power of text can grow depending on the image, and I think this was a great example that properly demonstrated that. Good job, Han Soo-hyun.”

Kwon In-ho gave his honest impressions and evaluations, and everyone in the classroom cheered and applauded loudly once more.

***

“It’s the end, the end.”

“Really. This concludes the midterm exam.”

“Wow, I feel relieved.”

“But it’s funny?”

“what?”

“I was so tired and sleepy yesterday. But now that I think about the midterms, I feel like a tiger’s energy is rising from somewhere.”

“Oh my. Your eyes are bloodshot, Inma. Why don’t you stop teasing me and get some sleep today?”

“Oh, really? But Soo-hyun, how come you look so fine? I saw you earlier and you had a ton of homework, and you’re still working on a series of facial expressions for your personal exhibition.”

“Me? Am I okay?”

After class, Soo-hyun and her friends chattered as they walked out of the practice room.

“I just managed my time well so I didn’t have to push myself too hard. And I’m tired too. How could I be okay?”

“Oh my. I asked for nothing. If I asked, I would only get a disheartening answer.”

“That’s right. It’s such a correct answer, but it’s hard to approach. That’s Han Soo-hyun.”

Soo-hyun shook her head slightly as she watched the kids grumbling and teasing each other.

I was so surprised that she was doing school work and exhibition drawings at the same time, and I could clearly see how she would react once she found out about Soo-hyun’s real life.

‘I guess it’s better to tell you later.’

Su-hyeon smiled brightly.

Through this collection of lessons, Su-hyeon’s world has expanded even further.

If I had simply stopped at making a book, I would have only gained a little bit of experience, but as I thought about how I could branch out into new work in the future and took on the challenge, I saw a clue. I was also able to find a direction to go forward.

Going to Baekhyun University was an excellent choice in many ways.

Su-hyeon, who had only painted her own world on canvas, was realizing the influence and expansion that painting and art could have through classes at Baekhyundai, especially the common classes for her major.

And, since I had a good feel for it, I was going to raise the pitch. I was going to gradually share this plan with my friends.

“Wow, it’s three o’clock already?”

Su-hyeon, who was still making plans on her own, checked her schedule with an anxious look on her face.

“I have something to do, so I’ll go first today!”

“Huh? What’s going on? What is it?”

“Why? Don’t you have time to eat tteokbokki?”

“I have something to check. I have to go right now.”

“uh?”

“Okay. Then what.”

“Call me later! Let’s have dinner together.”

“Okay! Then go in safely!”

Tadadot.

Su-hyeon ran down the hill and all the way home.

If you have a smartphone, you can check it right away, but we still live in an era where you need a PC with internet access.

Tiring.

-Author, the upload has now been completed. Please check and contact me!

Just then, the call I had been waiting for arrived,

Clank.

Soo-hyeon opened the front door and went in, quickly ran into the room, pressed the power button on the PC, and waited for the computer to boot up.

“Okay! Okay!”

Su-hyeon opened an internet window and accurately entered an address that she was not yet familiar with. She smiled brightly as she looked at the image spread out on the monitor.

“Wow. This feels really good.”

A project that was carried out simultaneously with the preparation for the midterm exam.

Another personal homework assignment for Su-hyeon, which came to mind at the request of writer Michael.

Su-hyeon’s author homepage was warmly welcoming Su-hyeon, who was its first visitor.