Are you crazy?Gao Leng's school belle blocked the male dormitory to give milk tea?

The children that President Li refers to are the students who judged the works of illustrators based on their feelings when he attended the lectures at Kyoto University.

Everyone followed his gaze and saw Duan Jia, the student who had just walked to the outermost layer of the crowd.

At this time, the expression on Director Lin's face was a little unnatural. The student who just ran here must be the one who was detained in the office by the security guards of the museum.

Chairman Li actually knew him, his identity must not be simple.

Immediately afterwards, he asked President Li carefully, "President, do you know this student?"

If this student took the opportunity to complain to the president, where should he save his face?

But the president still nodded and said:
"I met him once at Kyoto University. He is a very thoughtful student."

Duan Jia's answer that time was still fresh in his memory.

He beckoned to Duan Jia and shouted, "Come over here and take a look at this work."

It was a coincidence that the works on the wall were still the works of the illustrator, and he also wanted to know what this student could see.

The old president personally rolls the roll.

No one dared to question it.

The most surprised person at the scene was the classmates who pushed Duan Jia just now, their eyes were full of puzzlement.

It turned out to be a milk tea man, he knew the chairman, how could it be possible?

Similarly, they were also afraid that Duan Jia would tell what happened just now.

But these students didn't dare to block Duan Jia's footsteps again, they all lowered their heads and silently gave way to a passage.

Jian Shurou, Xia Xingying couldn't believe it when she first heard that President Li liked Duan Jia's works.

But the fact is that the chairman really knows Duan Jia.

But Jiang Fang couldn't understand it. Duan Jia was just an ordinary student, and he didn't even know Jian Xiaohua and the president, so how did he become friends with the president?
However, Lan Lang, who was standing beside Professor Liu, cared more about what the teacher said before, that the teacher was waiting for Duan Jia.

When the teacher first came in, he said that the illustrator was his student.

The inference that Duan Jia is the illustrator resurfaced in her mind again and could not be erased.

Soon, Duan Jia came to the front, nodded and greeted the two professors, "Teacher, professor, good morning."

At this moment, he also has a headache.

Originally, I just wanted to get next to several masters, listen to their opinions, see what problems there are in my paintings, and what should be paid attention to when I create again in the future.

Now, he is surrounded by everyone, and everyone wants to hear his opinion.

He glanced at Professor Liu on the left again, thinking to himself, the professor must forget about the comic contest, which reminds people of illustrators.

And Professor Liu seemed to understand his heart, just looked at him with a smile.

did not speak.

On the other side, President Li asked again with full expectation:
"I heard that this work is the latest creation of the illustrator. Come and talk about your opinion."

In terms of painting techniques alone, the illustrator has reached the top level.

However, due to his age, President Li is not a young man. It can even be said that he and the illustrator are two generations old. He always feels that he cannot grasp the extremely active thoughts of the illustrator.

Take this work as an example, animals themselves are not his good subject of expression.

Holding the thought that stretching the head is a knife and shrinking the head is also a knife, Duan Jia took another step forward and looked up at the paintings hanging on the wall.

His thoughts went back to a few days ago.

At that time, he had just had a meal with Jian Shurou, and he came up with a bad idea.

Accompanying Xiaohua to drink two glasses of wine, and helped her resolve the pregnancy rumors.

When he returned to the dormitory, he started a live broadcast to draw this work.

As soon as he picked up the pen, a word popped out of his mind, home!
Gaining a talent for painting, he soon used it to earn his first pot of gold. At first, it was Xiao Nairou who motivated him to improve himself as soon as possible and accumulate wealth.

In other words, expectations for the future.

Have a pure love, provide your girlfriend with a life without worrying about food and clothing, and build a happy family together.

With such expectations in his heart, he integrated his yearning for a better life in the future into the painting in front of him.

When I finished, I also felt very naive.

He even drew a litter of rabbits.

But when he held the painting in his hand, he was still very excited, even a little bit reluctant, not wanting to hang it in the studio and sell it.

To his surprise, senior sister Lan Lang also chose it.

Thinking of this, Duan Jia, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, suddenly burst out laughing.

The others were caught off guard, their faces were full of embarrassment, please, can you take the occasion into account, two respected old professors are still waiting for his answer.

What does he mean by laughing?Are you proud of being valued by your seniors?
Here and now, if he says one wrong word, it will become the biggest joke in the art world of Kyoto. Can you be serious?
But they can only watch and dare not say a word of criticism.

However, after Duan Jia said "um", he expressed his feelings.

"Home! The subject of this painting is family."

"I think every stroke he draws is very gentle. It's not like he is carefully carving a work of art, but more like painting his own dream on the canvas."

"I like it very much, like a soft light, warm in my heart."

Until now, from the perspective of an appreciator, Duan Jia still feels that his state of mind is the same as when he painted this work.

He couldn't help but marvel, the pen in his hand perfectly restored his inner world.

After hearing Duan Jia's answer, President Li looked at the paintings on the wall again, unable to speak for a long time.

Finally, he raised his hands and clapped them slowly a few times.

At this time, everyone just woke up like a dream, followed the rhythm of Chairman Li, and applauded for this wonderful comment.

Of course, many people don't know why.

But the old seniors have recognized it, so how can they refute it.

However, when they used the concept of home mentioned by Duan Jia to turn their attention to the paintings on the wall again, they felt a warm feeling in their hearts.

Afterwards, he could only nod his head in complete convincing.

This young student is indeed not simple.

His comment should be the most relevant answer so far.

Sure enough, to be given high hopes by President Li, there is indeed something.

At this moment, shortly after the applause ended, Duan Jia tilted his head and said to Chairman Li:
"Professor, I have a question."

He also hesitated for a long time before deciding to ask the question in his heart. He was on the other side of the monitor just now and didn't hear the answer he wanted.

And everyone's eyes focused on him again.

There are different thoughts in my heart, some are expecting what he will say, and some people are disdainful, pretending once is enough, and talking too much will collapse the image.

But President Li still nodded. He was very satisfied with the student's answer just now. With such a keen sense, what kind of problem troubled him.

After being affirmed by Chairman Li, Duan Jia spoke out about his own problems.

"Professor, I have read almost all the works of the illustrator, and found that he seems to be able to express himself only. But he is also a professional painter and needs to cater to the public. So, how to reconcile this aspect?"