born stubborn

As soon as the man came in, he stared at a pair of bleary eyes that hadn't woken up, glanced around the studio in bewilderment, and reached out to grab the misplaced buttons on his blue plaid shirt.

If Hao Tian hadn't followed this man into the studio, Liang Yue wouldn't have believed it if he killed him. This lazy man is the very special class teacher Li Xinze that Hao Tian mentioned.

"Uh, sorry students, I overslept."

Li Xinze didn't hide it, he apologized to them bluntly first, and finally nodded his head as if bowing to them.

"Ms. Li, we miss you so much." A boy shouted shamelessly.

Li Xinze smiled, looked at him and said, "If you want to, I'll do it, but if I want to die, I'll let it go."

There was a burst of happy laughter in the studio.

This unusual pre-class episode made Liang Yue believe the three special things that Hao Tian said.

The new head teacher, Li Xinze, is a teacher who is honest, humble, non-pretentious, and respects the students.

Seeing that three geometric plaster models had been placed in the studio, Li Xinze nodded approvingly, picked up a piece of chalk from the desk, and turned around to write on the blackboard.

The students whose cheerful smiles had not subsided suddenly heard whispers and snickers.

Yuan Yang, who had been painting in silence all this time, looked up wonderingly, and suddenly found that half of a stocking was hanging from the back of Li Xinze's shirt.

That silk stocking is very common, you can buy it from street stalls, flesh-colored, translucent and short, it should be bought by some aunts to wear, but Li Xinze is a man.

Such a silk stocking hangs on the back of the male teacher's neck, the picture is really eye-catching, no wonder the students suddenly changed their tunes.

Li Xinze didn't notice anything unusual, he skillfully drew a few cubes on the blackboard.After finishing the painting, point to one of the cones, turn around and talk seriously: "When you are painting, you must pay attention to this position, the transition of the light and dark sides created by the light source..."

"puff……"

Someone couldn't hold back anymore and burst out.

Immediately afterwards, the students burst into laughter together.

Li Xinze didn't understand, so he looked back at the pictures and words on the blackboard, then looked back at them in bewilderment, and asked in surprise, "What are you laughing at, is there something wrong with my drawing?"

Yuan Yang was about to stand up and speak.Liang Yue stood up before him, pointed to the outside of the studio, and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, it seems that someone is looking for you outside."

Li Xinze looked outside the door, but he didn't see anyone. He thought he was hiding in the corridor, so he hurriedly got down from the podium and walked out of the studio to have a look.

Liang Yue quickly followed him out, and closed the studio door smoothly.

Two minutes later, the two returned to the studio one after the other.

Li Xinze's face was slightly reddened, the buttons on his shirt had been neatly buttoned, and his hairstyle was much smoother than before.

He continued to stand back on the podium as if nothing had happened, and calmly talked about the theory of sketching.

Yuan Yang has been paying attention to Liang Yue, and seeing him return to his seat, he quietly stuffed the lump in his hand into his pocket without making a sound.

It seems that Liang Yue handled it secretly, and Li Xinze didn't know about the stockings.

Yuan Yang was a little convinced by Liang Yue's intelligence, and Liang Yue was quite considerate in handling things.

There is not much theoretical knowledge in the sketch class. Li Xinze finished the lecture in only about ten minutes, and asked the students to understand, so he ordered them to start practicing.

With his hands behind his back, Li Xinze observed each student's work one by one.

Look carefully, point out the problem carefully, and occasionally cover your mouth and yawn silently.

When he walked behind Yuan Yang, Yuan Yang had already drawn the basic relationship between light and shade.

Li Xinze stood behind him and watched for a while, didn't speak, just nodded in approval.

Yuan Yang is one of Li Xinze's most proud students.

From Yuan Yang's practiced paintings, Li Xinze has seen talent more than once, and there are not many students like this.

It's a pity that Yuan Yang doesn't seem to like the art major.

Yuan Yang doesn't work hard professionally, unlike other students, whenever he has time, he goes to the studio to practice, and even after school, he has to paint in the studio for a while before going home.

As for Yuan Yang, he disappeared as soon as school was over.

You could say that he went home to study, but his cultural achievements are really poor.

Li Xinze felt that he should have a good talk with Yuan Yang. After all, he was in his third year of high school. If this continues, a good seedling will be silently buried, which is a pity.

In fact, Li Xinze had talked to Yuan Yang before, but every time he was caught, no matter how hard he tried, Yuan Yang would not confide in him.

This child's mind is too closed, and he doesn't want to be touched by others. Like a hedgehog, he wraps his immature heart with defensive thorns, and hides away from others.

Li Xinze was very guilty. An accident at his own home made him too busy to take care of himself, and he couldn't even dress neatly, so he often forgot to care about the individual situation of each student. Only when he saw this student would he remember it.

"Yuan Yang, be bolder in your brushwork and let go of the painting." Li Xinze said seriously.

"En." Yuan Yang didn't even turn his head, he just responded without asking why.

Li Xinze frowned, take some time, and talk to Yuan Yang again when you have some time.

Liang Yue's painting is also relatively fast. At first glance, it looks like he has learned professionally. He is proficient in writing without hesitation.

Li Xinze walked behind Liang Yue and took a look, narrowing his eyes.

Hao Tian and a few classmates around looked at this side, glanced at Liang Yue's painting, and at Li Xinze, wanting to know whether Li Xinze's squinting represented whether Liang Yue's painting was good or bad.

Li Xinze patted Liang Yue's shoulder and raised his hand to signal him to get up.

Liang Yue quickly stood up and made way for him.

Li Xinze sat in Liang Yue's position, pointed at his painting with his fingertips, narrowed his eyes and said, "Your name is Liang Yue, right? The edge line of the place where the light is drawn is too heavy, I have to change it back..."

"Is Teacher Li here?" Someone leaned on the door frame and looked into the studio. The tone of the question was a little anxious, and he didn't seem to be dressed like a person in the school.

"exist!"

When Li Xinze saw this person, he immediately got up and walked out. After taking two steps, he felt that it was inappropriate to leave like this. He turned around and pointed at Liang Yue, but looked at Yuan Yang.

"Yuan Yang, help Liang Yue change the painting."

After explaining, Li Xinze bypassed the messy drawing boards of the students, and hurriedly followed the person who came looking for him.

Changing the painting is nothing, but asking Yuan Yang to help Liang Yue change it, he is a little unhappy, after all he still doesn't like Liang Yue.

But he couldn't help it. Since Li Xinze asked, he could only follow the arrangement.

Liang Yue stood by the seat, smiled at Yuan Yang, and leaned sideways to admire Yuan Yang's painting, and made a V to Yuan Yang in admiration.

Yuan Yang turned a blind eye to Liang Yue's overtures, let alone said anything, just got up and sat down in his seat.

Liang Yue lowered his head, looking at the top of Yuan Yang's soft-haired head sitting in front of him, suddenly he wanted to take his head over and rub it against his belly.

Realizing that he really shouldn't treat classmate Yuan Yang as some kind of fluffy pet, Liang Yue held back his laughter and thanked politely: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Yuan Yang still didn't speak, and didn't even move.

He stared at Liang Yue's sketch carefully, and found that his light-dark relationship was no worse than his own, except that the edge lines of the body where the light was drawn were dead.

Liang Yue handed him a piece of plasticine, Yuan Yang didn't pick it up, but said indifferently: "Go find a dry rag."

Liang Yue was not familiar with the furnishings in the studio, but Hao Tian helped him find a dry rag and handed it to Yuan Yang.

Yuan Yang took the rag, squeezed the corner of the rag without saying a word, raised his hand, it fell down suddenly, and began to slap Liang Yue's sketch.

It's not a small effort, it seems to be relieved.

When the students heard the loud whipping sound, they all looked this way inexplicably, not knowing what Yuan Yang was doing.

"Executing whipping." Liang Yue explained in a funny way.

In less than a minute, the sketch on the drawing paper was flattened by Yuan Yang, leaving only shallow structural lines.

Yuan Yang got up and went back to his seat without explaining.

Liang Yue looked at him embarrassingly and smiled: "I'll change the paper and re-draw it, so I won't have to worry about it."

Yuan Yang glanced at him, "The lines are dead and can't be changed, and it will take time to redo the structure."

Liang Yue made a V to him again, and said gratefully: "Thanks, I learned another trick today."

The time of the professional class always passed quickly, a group of plaster model sketches were carefully drawn, and the school bell rang.

Li Xinze never came back.

In the studio, students left one after another by themselves, and some were still revising and finishing.

Yuan Yang got up, went to the bathroom, and planned to pack the painting tools when he came back.

The classroom of Physical Education Class 8 is near the studio of American Class 7. The students of Physical Education Class 8 will definitely pass by here when they come back from training on the playground.

Because boys accounted for the majority, they were talking nonsense all the way around, and some were lighting up basketballs in the aisle.

Liang Yue repainted it, so he hasn't finished the painting yet. He still takes a serious look at the model, and quickly sketches the details on the drawing paper.

"Liang Yue, let's go?" Yang Wei opened the door of the studio, poked a big kiwi-like hairy head, and called him inside.

While arranging the lines, Liang Yue replied casually: "Wait a while, the drawing is not finished yet, just wait for me for a while."

"Fuck, it's so boring!" Yang Wei kicked the door sullenly, and wandered into the studio, followed by a few tall boys from Class 8 of Physical Education, who ran in and looked around curiously.

"It's a black ball, it's a fart!" Yang Wei picked a stool and sat down, pointed at the sketch on Liang Yue's drawing board, and laughed sarcastically: "Put a few crappy things, just wipe it alive for an afternoon, Can’t you see that this is also called painting? It’s like shit.”

Liang Yue didn't stop, and smiled back at him: "Did you draw a fart for me to see?"

Yang Wei provoked unconvinced, "Oh, you think I can't draw?"

After speaking, Yang Wei picked up a pencil from the easel, turned around and found a blank space on the drawing paper on the drawing board in front of him, and drew a childish stick figure Xiaobai three or two times.

Because Liang Yue was so focused on arranging the lines, he didn't pay attention to what Yang Wei was doing.

What was even more unexpected was that Yang Wei's little bastard was painted on Yuan Yang's work.

The author has something to say: Every student will meet one or two wonderful teachers, which are impressive.