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The next day, Yue Xuesen went to find an art teacher to sign up for the art exhibition competition as Lin Nan said.

The school studio is on the fourth floor of the administration building.

Art students go to a class on Monday and Thursday nights, because the school pays more attention to this art exhibition competition, and there are club classes for seven consecutive nights, sophomores and seniors come to the training camp, and seniors can choose not to come.

The art teacher is Zhu Wenhui. He is an older single male. He likes to beat students with a pointer in class. He speaks viciously and offends others. He has a bad reputation among students and is not popular. However, his professional ability is certain, otherwise he has been doing art for many years The student advisor has already been reported and laid off.

When Yue Xuesen came over, the art students in the studio were forming a circle to watch Zhu Wenhui make a model painting.

It was very quiet. As soon as Yue Xuesen stepped in, everyone turned to look at him with fiery eyes and a delicate atmosphere.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhu Wenhui felt something was wrong, so he turned his head.

"Mr. Zhu, I'm here to sign up for the art exhibition competition."

"What class are you in? You haven't signed up for art students for several months. Why are you here for training now? Do you have a basic knowledge of sketching?" Zhu Wenhui's tone was stern, and his bell-like eyes stared frighteningly.

"I'm Yue Xuesen from Class [-], Grade [-], and I have a foundation in sketching." Yue Xuesen said politely.

Zhu Wenhui didn't appreciate it at all, and his attitude was indifferent, as if Yue Xuesen was dispensable: "Oh, you can choose a place to sit down and draw, or you can come and see my painting."

"Thank you, teacher." Yue Xuesen carried the toolbox, placed various types of pencils in order, moved a small stool and sat in the corner to sharpen the pencils.

"This student... tsk tsk tsk, just came here to play around and waste time." Zhu Wenhui's voice was deliberately amplified so that everyone in the studio could hear him clearly.

There are more and more probing, curious, and contemptuous eyes on Yue Xuesen.

Yue Xuesen's body trembled, but he didn't speak. He lowered his eyes to sharpen his pencil calmly, his slender jade-like fingers nimbly flipping between the carving knife, making it look more like a painting, with a beautiful temperament and attracting people's attention.

"Some people just like to dawdle. Don't think that students in the first class can do whatever they want. The best studios in our studio may not win awards. Some people take chances to fish in troubled waters..." Zhu Wenhui said that he was addicted and felt that he That's right.

Yue Xuesen didn't care about him because he was old and had no wife. Zhu Wenhui was bored seeing Yue Xuesen not talking.

This kind of person, the more you pay attention to him, the more he will turn his tail up.

"School ones come here first. The dragon fruit you drew last time is completely different. I feel ashamed to say it. Rubbish schools like No. [-] Middle School are progressing faster than us..." Zhu Wenhui frowned with a mustache like a Japanese devil Scolding people, looking festive and funny.

In fact, there are many art students who hate Zhu Wenhui in the studio. They only dare to look at each other on the surface, and speak ill of him a lot in private.

The unreasonable depression is on the hearts of students who are already under a lot of study pressure. As long as there is a fuse, their entire forest can be ignited into a sea of ​​​​bitter flames.

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"Okay, that's all for today, sophomores come over here." Zhu Wenhui's pointer whipped hard on the drawing board, and the sound was crackling, and a girl shivered reflexively.

Yue Xuesen also obediently came over, and Zhu Wenhui shot him a sharp look.

"Drawing colors at night in the second year of high school, the color is the same as the sketch, which pays attention to the three major aspects, which three aspects? Black, white and gray, the light and shade of the object depends on the range of light, and the place where the light shines is the bright side..."

The color is longer than the sketch, and the speaking time is naturally longer.

During the period, it was boring, everyone dozed off listening to it, some girls whispered to each other, and the protagonist of the discussion was Yue Xuesen.

Coincidentally, I was heard by Zhu Wenhui, and the old man with a slap in the face said: "You girls grow up like this, you are ugly in pictures, you don't study hard, good people match good people, you go and ask the boys you are talking about. Up to you?"

The girl who spoke rolled her eyes, lowered her head and whispered, not convinced, she seemed to be used to Zhu Wenhui's poisonous words.

"Also! Talk about the handsome guy, get out and talk!" Zhu Wenhui reprimanded.

The girl was irritated, and said in a mocking tone: "What's wrong with talking about the world? You don't criticize people who are good at drawing, and sincerely look down on those of us who are not good at drawing, right?!"

"You still talk back, you have no respect for your elders, you don't look like a student at all! Water flows to the lower places and people go to the higher places, you are willing to degenerate and let no one care about you!" Zhu Wenhui tapped the pointer and walked aggressively girl.

The girl said indignantly: "I'm talking back? I'm telling the truth. Xiao Ru was beaten by you for several days because of her bad drawing and didn't come to school. Have you apologized! How can there be such a ruthless teacher like you?"

Zhu Wenhui's chest rose and fell, and he said angrily: "Students should be taught a lesson if they make mistakes. How can they be obedient if they don't fight? It's really not easy to be a teacher these days. I'm doing your best, but what happened to you? White-eyed wolf..."

The girl turned her voice up: "What did Xiaoru do wrong? You hit her for no reason, did you ask why? If you don't paint well, you don't take it seriously? She stays up late every day to paint until two o'clock in the morning. Whenever she has time, she paints. If she doesn't eat, isn't she serious enough..."

The studio was completely silent, including Zhu Wenhui who was strangely silent, but because of his identity, he refused to admit his mistakes: "Okay, okay, I know, let's go paint, it's interesting to see us arguing?"

The girl bit her lip unwillingly, her position was next to Yue Xuesen, and other girls cast envious eyes.

The girl was depressed, and the pen was spinning in her hand. She stared blankly at the blank Canson sketch paper on the drawing board, and suddenly tilted her head and poked Yue Xuesen's elbow: "Luna, I didn't speak ill of you just now, I was boasting You are handsome, I was accidentally overheard by Gray Pig, sorry."

"Hmm." Who is the gray-patterned pig?Zhu Wenhui?

"Luna, do you know? There is a rule in our studio, the worse the painting is, the more corner the position is, Xiaoru is gone, I am the bottom one in the studio..."

"I'll take care of it." Yue Xuesen smiled lightly, very handsome.

The girl shook her head: "You don't need to comfort me, I know my level, thank you."

Yue Xuesen was silent for a moment, and went out to mix the paint with a palette of horsepower powder and a plastic bucket.

The fast boss has already started to shape up. In contrast, Yue Xuesen strolls leisurely in the courtyard, as if he is on vacation.

Zhu Wenhui saw that Yue Xuesen was not pleasing to the eye, so he focused on his pain and scolded him vigorously: "Are you going to mix the paint all night? Do you understand what I'm talking about? Don't pretend to understand!"

"Teacher, I've adjusted it." Yue Xuesen remained calm, "Look at how I draw and you'll know if I understand."

When Yue Xuesen just picked up the paintbrush, Zhu Wenhui was just looking for trouble: "The posture of holding the brush is all wrong. Who taught you how to sketch?"

Yue Xuesen: ... I'm not angry, I'm not angry.