I call the shots on my map [Interstellar]

After saying goodbye to Lin Yu, Song Chenyun walked aimlessly in the college alone, feeling the unique atmosphere here.

In his previous life, he also studied in a school for many years, but the feeling here is completely different.

However, considering that the class would officially start the next day, Song Chenyun went home after shopping for a while.

When he didn't meet Lu Wei before, Song Chenyun didn't feel lonely living alone, but after being with someone for a while, he suddenly changed back to being alone, and he felt a little lonely.

Even if he ran to the virtual map and prepared a table full of delicacies for himself, Song Chenyun was a little bit uninterested in eating.

Fortunately, it was only for one night, and he was going to be busy the next day.

The first day of the painting major starts at nine o'clock in the morning and ends at six o'clock in the afternoon. Except for the two-hour lunch break at noon, there is only a little break time. free.

With such a substantial schoolwork arrangement, I will definitely not have the time to continue thinking about whether I am lonely or not.

At least that's what he expected, but when he actually entered the classroom, he found that the situation was completely different from what he expected.

When Song Chenyun walked into the classroom, he was about to find a seat to sit down, when he saw Lin Yu beckoning to him, so he walked over with a smile and sat beside Lin Yu.

"Good morning." Song Chenyun took the initiative to say hello to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu also nodded with a smile: "good morning."

Song Chenyun scanned the classroom, and it was already 45:[-], but there were only a few dozen people sitting in the huge classroom.

He thought it was because it was not time for class, so some students hadn't come yet, but in the next 15 minutes, less than ten people walked in.

Until the professor of the first class walked into the classroom, there were only thirty students in the entire classroom.

Song Chenyun couldn't help but asked Lin Yu with some doubts: "Are there so few students in our major?"

Although the registration place for freshmen majoring in painting was really deserted, it shouldn't be that there are only so many students in total, right?

Lin Yu replied in a low voice: "There should be more than 100 freshmen in our major this year, but many of them may not come to class normally."

"Why?" Song Chenyun was even more puzzled. Since he chose this major, why would someone not come to class?

Lin Yu paused, then lowered his voice and said: "Generally, those who choose this major are ordinary people who have not awakened spiritual power, and many of them are just to get the graduation certificate of Central Star Higher College, which is not true. I like this major, and…”

"And what?" Song Chenyun frowned slightly.

Lin Yu said in a tangled and helpless tone: "And the professors of this major are not as strict as those of other majors. They don't care whether there are students who don't come to class."

Song Chenyun glanced at the podium when he heard the words, and found that the professor didn't even look down, so he started to give a lecture.

He glanced at the situation under the podium again. Even among the thirty or so students who were willing to come to the classroom, less than half of them were listening to the class seriously, and the others were doing their own things openly.

Seeing this, Song Chenyun couldn't help feeling a little helpless in his heart, but these people had nothing to do with him, and what they did was beyond his control.

Thinking of this, Song Chenyun could only sigh lightly, and said to Lin Yu: "Let's listen carefully to the class."

Lin Yu nodded: "well."

For the next whole day, Song Chenyun spent in such an atmosphere, and every class ended, some students would choose to leave.

By the end of the whole day's class, there were only about twenty people left in the classroom.

I thought this matter was already helpless, but soon, Song Chenyun encountered another thing that made him even more helpless.

After a week of study, Song Chenyun did learn a lot of knowledge through the course, but at the same time realized a very serious problem.

In the interstellar age, painting has somehow completely evolved into a repetitive work bound by various rules.

Here, if you want to draw a picture, the first thing to do is to prepare a set of drawing tools that can help you measure length, area, proportion, chromaticity and other data.

This is nothing, but when this set of painting tools has changed from an auxiliary tool to a necessary tool, this matter is a bit helpless.

For example, if you want to draw a picture of a person, then you must draw it according to the prescribed ratio and size, and there must be no place that exceeds a reasonable ratio or size.

And if what you want to draw is a portrait of a person, it is even more terrifying. You must first collect various body data of yourself through the instrument, and then strictly draw according to these data.

In Song Chenyun's view, the various rules clearly stipulated in these books are really incredible.

In his view, although it is indeed necessary to learn and practice some basic skills of painting, it is only a cornerstone for you to go further, not a restriction on your future path.

After all, painting itself should be free, inclusive, full of reverie and change.

But here, painting has become a kind of restriction, a kind of bondage, which Song Chenyun can't understand at all, let alone accept.

When the professor once again emphasized the importance of these rules, Song Chenyun finally couldn't help raising his objection: "Professor Li, I have a question about this."

Professor Li, who had never looked under the podium before, seemed to be slightly taken aback when he heard the voice, and then looked up at Song Chenyun who had stood up: "Do you have any questions?"

Song Chenyun said euphemistically: "I want to know, what kind of changes will happen if the painting breaks out of these rules? Just like a table, it can have four corners, five or six corners. Why do we define all corners? What if your table can only have four corners?"

However, even so, these words still made Professor Li feel very displeased: "This problem is not established at all. Painting itself is built on these rules. If these rules are thrown away, painting does not exist."

"But maybe we can improve it..." Song Chenyun wanted to continue expressing his views, but was interrupted directly by Professor Li.

Professor Li said with obvious displeasure: "Don't bring up such meaningless questions in the future, just sit down."

Song Chenyun had no choice but to sit down first, but felt that it was difficult to understand.

Although the current rules for painting are indeed the same, the rules are constantly being improved and improved. Why should they be regarded as immutable and rigid rules?

However, although Professor Li's attitude is very tough, Lin Yu, who is sitting next to Song Chenyun, is brightened when he hears it.

After class, Lin Yu couldn't help coming over and said, "I think what you just said is very reasonable. Why do paintings have to follow those rules completely? I think some paintings that don't follow the rules are also very beautiful, but they all Saying that's not right."

Song Chenyun was about to speak, but a mocking voice came from behind him: "You two are really interesting, it's really surprising that you would listen to such a professional class seriously and ask such childish questions. "

Song Chenyun just looked back at the speaker, but did not give any response.

Seeing this, the other party was immediately displeased: "Why don't you speak?"

Song Chenyun said with a cold attitude: "I just think you are too naive, so I don't want to communicate with you, and even if I really say it, I'm afraid you may not understand it."

"What do you mean by that!" The other party was suddenly a little angry.

Song Chenyun turned his back to that person, and slowly stretched out a finger: "First, since you think that this kind of professional class should not be taken seriously, then why did you appear here?

If you can use this reason to judge others as naive, wouldn’t it be naive for you to take such a professional course?So don't you contradict yourself? "

"You!" The other party choked, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Song Chenyun raised his second finger calmly, and said sarcastically: "Second, we are discussing professional-related issues. You, a person who doesn't even listen to the class carefully, can understand what we say. gone."

"Don't talk too much!" The other party was so angry that his face flushed.

Song Chenyun looked back at him again at this time, and said inexplicably, "Did you get the wrong partner again? You were the one who ran over to provoke you and said those childish words just now. You forced me when I didn't intend to talk to you." You were the one who spoke, so why is it me who is going too far now?"

"It seems that you are not only bad-tempered, but also immature in thinking, and I'm afraid it's not very easy to use here." Speaking of this, Song Chenyun withdrew his hand and tapped his temple.

The other party was almost blown away by Song Chenyun's words, and his words became incoherent: "You! How could you... You are too much!"

Song Chenyun chuckled lightly and said: "It seems that your problem is really serious, and you can't even speak clearly. For the sake of your pity, I won't bother with you this time."

Probably because he was so angry, the other party directly clenched his fist and swung it over without saying a word.

According to Song Chenyun's previous reaction ability, it was impossible for him to react in time at such a short distance.

But at the moment before the opponent made a move, his brain had already developed a sense of vigilance, and his right hand was also quickly mobilized. At the moment when the opponent made a move, he quickly raised it to block the opponent's attack.

And after catching the opponent's attack, Song Chenyun didn't feel any effort at all, instead, the opponent's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, and his whole face was almost wrinkled together.

"You... how could you..." The other party withdrew his hand with a distorted expression, looking very painful.

Apparently, he didn't expect that his punch with all his strength just now would turn out like this.

Lin Yu, who was sitting beside Song Chenyun, looked over worriedly: "Song Chenyun, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Song Chenyun shook his head.

He looked at the other party's red fist, then at his unaffected palm, and then recalled what happened in that scene just now, and he felt suddenly confused.

So what the hell just happened?Can anyone explain what's going on now?