When I woke up the next morning, Yu Xian had two professional classes, and the teacher was also the class teacher, so no one dared to be late.
After a quick breakfast, I went to the classroom. Not long after, the head teacher, Xiao Yongzhi, came over.
Comprehensive schools such as Guangmei University and CUHK are different. There are no counselors, only class teachers. This may be because there are few students.
In 2007, there were 7,000 freshmen at CUHK and only 1,500 at Guangmei University.
The professional course taught by Xiao Yongzhi is called "Meticulous Bird Painting". The purpose is to cultivate students' use of brush and ink and drawing methods, so as to create vivid and three-dimensional pictures.
Yu Xian listened very carefully and occasionally took notes, which Wu Yu was not used to. She couldn't help but ask: "Sister Cos, don't you always send messages to your Director Chen during class?"
"Don't make any noise, I want to listen to the class."
Yu Xian said.
Wu Yu pouted, stretched out her hand and gently twisted Yu Xian's smooth thigh.
Yu Xian smiled, but did not play with Wu Yu as usual.
After finally waiting until the first period of get out of class, Wu Yu put her arm around Yu Xian's shoulders and joked: "I changed my mind after I went to CUHK and came back. Now it's study first, and Chen second?"
"What a fool, Director Chen always seems to be number one!"
Yu Xian replied in Sichuan-Chongqing dialect, and then "Life is not easy, Maomao sighed" and explained with a melancholy look:
"If I send a message to Chen Zhu in class, and he doesn't reply immediately, I can't help but want to check my phone, so I don't hear anything at the end of the class."
"Can't you just set the vibration?"
Wu Yu said: "This way you can also know when he replies."
Yu Xian shook his head: "Even if I set the alarm, I will still check my phone all the time. If he doesn't reply for too long, I will think that the alarm is broken."
"So that's it."
Wu Yu suddenly realized: "That's why you didn't say anything during class?"
"Not entirely."
Yu Xian smiled and raised the corners of his charming eyes: "It's just that I don't teach in professional courses. I will make a lot of money in non-professional courses. Goose goose..."
After Yu Xian finished speaking, he started laughing. Wu Yu suddenly felt like she was being "played" and couldn't help but try to pinch her best friend's thigh again.
"Your skin is so good, white and tender, and you can't even see any hair on it."
Wu Yu said with envy while touching it: "Chen Zhu will be blessed in the future. When I think about him sleeping on your thigh in the future, I feel heartbroken inexplicably."
"Why are you sad?"
Yu Xian said incomprehensibly: "Don't you think it is a very happy thing for your boyfriend to fall asleep on your body?"
"Only you would feel that way!"
Wu Yu ruffled Yu Xian's long hair at will and spat: "I'll just kick him away when I'm tired."
Yu Xian shook his head with a smile and took out his cell phone. Now after class, he could finally send a message to Chen Zhu.
After entering Chen Zhu's birthday as the unlock password, there was a sudden "ding" sound, and the other party actually sent a message first.
Chen Zhu: I just finished class, what are you doing?
The happiest thing in the world is that when I miss you, you are actually thinking of me too.
Some people remember you, some people like you, and you have expectations.
"Xiaoyu, look..."
Yu Xian shared the mobile phone information with Wu Yu: "I was just about to send a message to Director Chen, but I didn't expect that he sent it first."
Wu Yu leaned over and took a look: "Chen Zhu didn't even say the words "thinking" or "missing"."
"You don't understand."
Yu Xian's face was filled with happiness: "The book says, [What are you doing] actually means [I miss you]."
"Really?"
Wu Yu felt that the book may not be accurate.
Because she has a younger sister who is in junior high school. Every time she posts "Sister, what are you doing" on QQ, the next sentence is "I have no money, can you give me some money?"
Yu Xian finished replying to Chen Zhu's message with a click. When the next class started, she put away her phone and sat upright, while taking Wu Yu's palm away from her thigh.
However, after the second period, class teacher Xiao Yongzhi clapped his hands and signaled everyone not to leave in a hurry.
"It's the same thing as last time... Is it true that none of you will participate in the Baishi Cup Art Exhibition that will be held in the courtyard?"
Xiao Yongzhi asked.
No one in the class responded. The "White Stone Cup Art Exhibition" is an in-school art exhibition competition that all art majors in the school can participate in. The winners will also receive bonuses of 5,000 yuan, 3,000 yuan and 1,000 yuan.
However, precisely because there are no conditions for participation, freshmen have little interest, because there are also seniors who are sophomores, juniors, and seniors, and they themselves were beaten in the past.
Xiao Yongzhi was naturally aware of this situation, so he didn't force it at first, but as the registration deadline was about to come, not a single student in his Chinese painting class signed up, as if he didn't take this art exhibition seriously.
"Although I'm not forcing it, it wouldn't be right if someone doesn't participate."
Xiao Yongzhi had to pretend to be a teacher to put pressure: "If no one signs up in the end, I will have to hurry up and put it on the shelf."
Yu Xian is also not interested in this competition. The reason is the same as other students. He feels that the level of his works is not enough and participating in the exhibition is a waste of energy.
Besides, Yu Xian has made an appointment to be a teacher at a training institution this week, and Yu Xian doesn't have time.
The weekend soon came, and Yu Xian and Wu Yu packed their things and headed to the institution.
Wu Yu is a local and does not need to work part-time, but if Yu Xian is not in the dormitory and one of the other two roommates goes to meet her boyfriend and the other goes to a class reunion, it will be super boring to be alone.
Arriving at the training institution on Huanshi East Road, Yu Xian and Wu Yu both received pre-examination training here.
The person in charge is called Shi Yuqiu. She also studied art. After graduation, she founded this training institution and has been doing it for twenty years.
In fact, there are only three paths for graduates from the Academy of Fine Arts.
The first is to set up a training institution like Shi Yuqiu to provide intensive training for primary school, junior high school and high school art students who are interested in learning painting;
The second one is to take the exam to become an art teacher in school, so you have less time and only have to attend three classes a week;
The third is to increase your visibility in the circle through participating in exhibitions and winning awards, and finally let the market recognize your abilities and value.
Just like the Chinese painting master Guan Shanyue of the Lingnan School, any painting can cost hundreds or tens of millions, and the value will increase more and more in the future. In addition to these financial incomes, he will also be hired as a professor and expert by various art academies.
The third article is almost the ceiling life that graduates of the Academy of Fine Arts dream of, but it is very difficult to achieve. Just hard work is not enough, you must also have talent.
After all, art is something with or without spirituality, and the works created are completely different things.
"Teacher Shi~"
After Yu Xian arrived, he first said hello to Shi Yuqiu.
"Yu Xian is here, and Wu Yu is here too."
Shi Yuqiu is in her forties, and she still likes these two students very much. After all, they both got admitted to Guangmei University of Science and Technology very confidently, and now they have become the living signs of the publicity agency.
Next, Shi Yuqiu took Yu Xian to a small classroom, where there were more than a dozen primary school students, some of whom might even be in kindergarten age.
"Yu Xian, come over and help me with my classes twice a week."
Shi Yuqiu said: "200 yuan each time, do you think this is okay?"
"OK!"
During the previous training camp, Shi Yuqiu helped him a lot, and Yu Xian did not bargain.
Wu Yu sighed from the side. This is not a class. In fact, parents are tired of taking care of their children, so they send them to a training institution on weekends and pay some money for the teacher to help watch them for a few hours.
"There are so many little elf beans, it won't make a big noise in a while."
Wu Yu thought to herself.
As expected, it was not what Wu Yu expected. As soon as Yu Xian handed out the watercolor pens, two children started to make a fuss.
A seven-year-old child took a red pen and drew a slash on the face of a five-year-old child.
It shouldn't hurt at all, but there is an extra mark on my face that needs to be wiped off.
The five-year-old child clamored and wanted to return it. Wu Yu could only act as a referee and comfort her at the same time. Unexpectedly, the child refused to be reasonable at all and would even cry when she flattened her mouth.
"Sister, come to see what's going on?"
After Yu Xian knelt down and asked about the situation, he thought for a while, picked up the red crayon, and lightly drew a line on his face.
Then he put his face between them and asked with a smile: "Do you think my sister is more beautiful than before?"
Yu Xian is very beautiful to begin with, and there is basically no big difference whether she is scratched or not. Although children are naive but not stupid, they can still recognize the beautiful and the ugly.
They all said in unison: "Beautiful!"
There was even a little fat guy who shouted loudly: "Teacher, you are more beautiful than my mother!"
"Then do you want to be as beautiful as your teacher?"
Yu Xian took the opportunity and said: "If you want to, just raise your hands and the teacher will draw beautiful patterns for you."
"I, I, I..."
All the children below rushed to raise their hands, including the five-year-old child, who no longer cared about whether there were pen marks on his face.
So Yu Xian picked up the pen and drew patterns on their faces one by one according to their requirements. In this way, time passed and they became honest.
"I didn't expect you to be quite good at taking care of children."
Wu Yu joked next to her: "Yu Xian, I found that after you fell in love, you have more and more attributes of a wife."
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