Urban Rebirth: The system helps me rise against the wind!

Zhang Yi is not a little daughter-in-law, so she has to endure it when she is angry.Regardless of the shards of glass, he went straight back to the room to pack his luggage.

Although Guan Yong didn't drive him away, and this is not Guan Yong's home, his presence is bound to make Guan Yong lose something, and Zhang Yi doesn't want to be aggressive.

He didn't have many things in the first place, and with the things Yang Mingzhi couriered to him later, there were only three suitcases in total.The newly bought kitchen utensils and the contents of the refrigerator remained untouched, and Zhang Yi pushed the three boxes straight out of the room.

The door is electronically locked, and Guan Yong has management secrets, so it should be easy to change the password. The only hesitation is whether to tell Master or not.

Putting the box on the car, Zhang Yi sat in the cab for a while, and drove straight out of the basement.

Zhang Yi had been to Xuefu Hotel before, so after leaving the wealthy family, he went there directly.

Fortunately, there were still rooms, and Zhang Yi quickly checked in.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Yi thought about what he did in the imperial capital during this period. Although there were gains and losses, it was the way he wanted to live in the end, and he had no regrets.

After thinking about it, I fell into a dream, and the big white horse arrived as scheduled, as annoying as ever.

After getting up early in the morning, Zhang Yi had breakfast and went to pick up Su Lanxin.

Su Lanxin's community is more difficult to enter than a wealthy family, so I had to send Su Lanxin a message, telling her to wait at the gate of the community.

After a while, Su Lanxin walked out of the gate of the community wearing casual clothes and carrying a large picture folder, and got into Zhang Yi's car directly.

A steaming cup of coffee was placed on the cup holder, and Su Lanxin said, "It's a labor fee!"

Zhang Yi picked it up, took a sip, and said, "Your coffee is so expensive, I took advantage."

"No matter how expensive it is, it's not as expensive as Qin Meili's tea." Su Lanxin joked.

The coffee was a little hot, so Zhang Yi stuck out his tongue, put the coffee on the cup holder, and started the car.

On the way, Su Lanxin asked about the result of yesterday's game, and Zhang Yi briefly talked about it.

Hearing Zhang Yi's kick that knocked Shen Kuan unconscious, Su Lanxin covered her mouth and smiled for a while, then said in a low voice, "If Shen Kuan knew in advance that you challenged three professional fighters alone, would he just admit defeat?"

"No, he is not the kind of person who is easy to back down, and he is a member of the free fighting circle. He may have heard some rumors."

"I don't think so!"

The two argued about some trivial matters, and soon came to the parking lot outside Xuandeli Hutong.

After parking the car, the two of them walked towards No. 18 in Xuandeli together. Zhang Yi took the coffee in his hand and it was still warm.

The nanny named Yungu was still the one who opened the door, and she didn't say much, and brought the two of them directly to the studio on the east side.

In the studio, apart from Teacher Tang Yijun, there was also a student with a fat head and big ears. He didn't look like a college student. When he saw Su Lanxin, his small eyes shone brightly.

Tang Yijun is usually very easy-going when speaking, but when it comes to lectures, he seems to be a different person.

"I don't care whether you have ever learned Li School's realism or Ji School's real style. Now you all forget it. I only regard you as a student with zero foundation. Let's start from the very beginning of writing!" Tang Yijun said with a serious expression .

"Realism pays attention to reflecting the real situation of the object, and then giving it life, so my brush is slightly different from other painters." After finishing speaking, Tang Yijun picked up a brush in his hand.

It looks similar to the usual way of holding a pencil for writing, except that the little finger is raised up, which looks a bit like an orchid finger.

Zhang Yi could get used to it, but Su Lanxin and the fat man obviously didn't get used to it, because they had long been used to the previous way of holding a pen.

"Your task this morning is to draw this apple. Draw whatever you want, and if you don't understand something, you can ask questions at any time!" After Tang Yijun finished speaking, he placed a big red apple on a table covered with a dark tablecloth.

Zhang Yi didn't have anything ready to paint at all, but fortunately Tang Yijun had everything available here, so Zhang Yi brought an easel, spread out white paper and began to draw.

Zhang Yi has never learned painting, but he has done a lot of manual drawing. Although the drawing is not very good, it can't be regarded as starting from scratch.

But there is one troublesome thing, that is, his current strength is really astonishing, so with a little force, he either broke the pen or punched a hole in the drawing paper, Tang Yijun was so angry that he said he was here to make trouble.

Su Lanxin chuckled, and the fat man looked contemptuous.

After drawing for an hour, take a 10-minute break.

Zhang Yi took advantage of his break to secretly look at the paintings of Su Lanxin and Fatty. Although they were not finished, they looked very similar.

I moved my shoulders, changed a piece of drawing paper, and started all over again.

When the get out of class was about to end, Tang Yijun commented on the paintings of the three.

"Su Lanxin has no problem holding the brush, and the painting already has a realistic style, but it is still in the initial stage of copying."

"Shi Jia's way of holding a pen should be changed to what I said, or you won't use it next time. Today we are talking about holding a pen, and painting is just a means to test your pen holding, understand? "

The fat man was obviously aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Zhang Yi, are you sure you came here to learn how to draw? And I asked you to draw apples, not a deformed change of apples! Go back and practice hard. Come tomorrow or today, get out of class!"

The fat man named Shi Jia made a strange sound and ran away in a hurry.

Zhang Yi glanced at the deformed apple he drew, shook his head, and said goodbye to Tang Yijun.

On the way out, Su Lanxin kept laughing at the apple painted by Zhang Yi, and said that she regretted not taking a picture of it and posting it on the college's intranet.

The two talked and laughed, and came to the parking lot.

"Lanxin!" A gentle female voice sounded.

Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi looked around, only to see a tall business car door opened, and a middle-aged woman stepped out of it.This woman has the demeanor of a high-ranking person, with famous tags all over her body, but she is not ostentatious.The face is slightly fat, the eyebrows are dignified, and the skin is well maintained.

"Mom? Why did you go back to China?" Su Lanxin was surprised.

"My good daughter has been admitted to college, so I have to take the time to look at it. There was a summit meeting in country M a while ago, and I came here as soon as it was over. You are not angry with your mother." The woman is Su Lanxin's mother, Zhong Ling, Engaged in transnational financial investment business.

At this moment, Su Lanxin remembered that Zhang Yi was still by her side, and quickly explained: "Mom, this is me..."

Zhong Ling glanced at Zhang Yi, interrupted Su Lanxin's words, and said, "Mom will introduce you to someone first!"

As soon as the words fell, a man stepped down from the commercial vehicle steadily.