God of learning, he always wants to break my glasses

I thought that the appreciation of ancient Greek myths and stories would be enough to give Fang Yong a gift bag from the West, but when Qin Yang walked into the studio, he still wanted to turn the gift bag into a gift box.

This class is an elementary course in sketching.

In fact, it is a professional course for art students disguised as a special course.

Everyone stared at Qin Yang who entered the studio empty-handed, and were stunned.

Qin Yang was also stunned.

A girl blushed quietly and said to her classmates: "I know him, Qin Yang from Class 2, so handsome."

Another person: "Coincidentally, I know it too."

The boy next to him who heard the whisper approached and said, "You guys know each other at most, Qin Yang and I have had close contact before!"

The girl asked curiously, "How?"

The boy said proudly, "The photo on the bulletin board on the second day of the exam is me... eh!"

The girl quickly covered his mouth, and her eyes signaled her companion to look away quickly.

The girl in the same class was very helpful, and came forward to greet Qin Yang: "Are you Qin Yang? I am the monitor of class 16. Please find a seat and wait for the teacher to come and see how you arrange it."

Qin Yang frowned: "Is there any problem?"

The monitor of class 16 covered his mouth and said shyly: "Oh, it's not that this class is all art students, but you are the only student in the cultural class. Maybe you were assigned by mistake? Meeting is fate, you should sit down first!"

Qin Yang was led by the enthusiastic squad leader to sit down in front of a drawing board, thinking carefully about her last words, and silently said in his heart: It's not a mistake, "I" chose it myself.

Fang Yong of Tiansha just didn't see the row of small characters with asterisks next to the basic sketch course: "It is recommended that art students choose newspapers."

The sketch teacher walked in with a smile on the class bell, followed by a tall and tall figure.

Qin Yang's eyes twitched, and he suddenly had a familiar bad feeling.

"Applause, everyone. Today we are honored to invite Senior Senior Deng Nuo to be the mannequin for this class. Applause!"

The sketch teacher's pair of stiletto patent leather high-heeled shoes made her very tall, even so, she was still more than a head shorter standing beside Dun Nuo.

Dun Nuo smiled gently. Although he was wearing the same school uniform as everyone else, it made people feel that he had an inexplicable aura.

Just like a walking human-shaped hanger, the bones are well-proportioned, the shoulders are wide and the legs are long, and they are really suitable for mannequins.

...Didn't it mean the elementary (emphasis) sketch class?

Dun Nuo politely looked at the students present, and stopped for two seconds when he saw a certain position, and then returned to the teacher.

"Originally, the third year of high school students had to take this class normally, but Deng Nuo had promised me to come and be a mannequin."

The sketch teacher continued with a "quickly praise me" expression: "Then, everyone here is very lucky~"

The students responded in a fancy way: "Teacher is amazing!"

"Brother Nuo is the most handsome!"

"I rely on teachers for my country!"

"Oh~~~"

The cheers of joy were mixed with a few obscene sounds of unknown meaning, but everyone tacitly did not spread the sound, but looked at each other tacitly and suppressed it.

"Now, please start!"

As soon as the words were finished, the teacher pulled a chair for Dun Nuo to sit at will, trying to keep his posture as still as possible.

Then Dun Nuo was really almost motionless, sitting in a relaxed posture, arms crossed, looking in a certain direction with a half-smile.

Qin Yang with a blank drawing board and no tools: "..."

Seriously, what's it like to have a mannequin staring at you all the time?

It's just cool.

The teacher brought him some painting tools, and knowing that he was a student who was forced to come over, he kindly comforted him: "You can just play around, and come to me if you want paint."

The corner of Qin Yang's mouth twitched, feeling like he was being treated as a kindergarten kid who entered high school by mistake.

And the teacher was afraid that he would be bored, so he kindly asked him if he wanted to do graffiti.

How does it feel for the teacher to treat himself as a child?

Still very cool.

Qin Yang didn't have to hand in his homework, but he finally handed in his homework.

When passing by Dunno, he shook the sketch paper deliberately so that someone could see clearly what was drawn on it—it was an old man on crutches, followed by a green fur turtle rolling his eyes.

Dun Nuo boasted very face-saving: "The painting is very beautiful."

Qin Yang handed in his homework, returned to him, and sneered: "Hypocrisy."