The sand sculpture thought I was a robot

Ever since she had a little secret in her heart, Shen Lang hasn't done something so comfortably for a long time.

He was painting day and night, and occasionally took it to the classroom to ask students for advice, and everyone was willing to help him.

Today is school holiday, but he is still on his way to the classroom.

The teacher of the Academy of Fine Arts praised his talent in painting, but the basic human body needs to be practiced.

Otherwise, the painting lacks soul.

After thanking Shen Lang, he took the drawing board to the classroom.

Soul, the word hit him pretty hard.

The person he wants to paint for himself must have a soul.

As soon as he arrived in the corridor, he saw the teacher walking towards him and told him that there are models in the classroom, specially for him to practice the human body, so that he can intuitively feel the changes in the body, and the models can also make various movements, which is convenient for practice.

Shen Lang nodded his thanks and walked towards the classroom

He often heard about mannequins, but he didn't expect the school to take him, a foreign amateur layman, so seriously.

Then he must seize the opportunity well, and he will have no time to learn when he returns home.

When he opened the classroom door and went in, the teacher who had just left stood still and looked back, with a puzzled look on his face, shrugged his shoulders, and left.

Shen Lang opened the door in a daze.

The dark classroom was covered by heavy curtains.

In the place of the original podium, a medium-high table was arranged, covered with ink-painted cloth, with a man sitting in the middle.

Because of the light, he could be seen naked, his face hidden in the darkness.

In the entire classroom, he was alone.

He really didn't expect that this school would find a mannequin to practice the human body for a foreign teacher.

Fortunately, it was only topless. If it was a mannequin in his understanding, something would happen.

Even so, he was a little embarrassed. He first gave a brief introduction in English, and before the introduction was over, the other party spoke:

"Mr. Shen, long time no see."

The familiar voice was like thunder on the ground, Shen Lang almost missed the drawing board in his hand.

He stood in the middle of the classroom and looked towards the stage in disbelief: "Mr. Jane?"

"Yeah." The man answered him lightly.

The two stared at each other in silence, mainly because Shen Lang suddenly forgot to speak, and Jian Chao has been working hard to keep the upper body muscles perfect, looking at the cutie is enough, and listening to him is enough.

The specially designed lighting makes it possible to see people but not faces.

It can also make the muscles look beautiful.

Shen Lang was stunned for a long time and finally came back to his senses. Realizing his gaffe, he picked up the drawing board and explained: "I didn't expect to see Mr. Jian here, and I was a little surprised."

"I'm not surprised." Jian Chao said in a low voice, "I lived near here when I was a child, and I often came to school to play, and I also worked as a model many times."

"I came here today and heard that there is a teacher from country Z who needs a mannequin. I was curious to hear the same name as yours. When I saw that the photo is you, I will be a model for Mr. Shen when I have nothing to do."

"It's good that Teacher Shen doesn't dislike her."

How could Shen Lang dislike it.

The person who bothered to draw was played by a real person, let alone disgusted, he didn't even know how to write.

He didn't even dare to lift his head.

"I don't know how to draw." Shen Lang was worried that the other party would look at him after he finished drawing, and the finished product would definitely be a disappointment.

"I'm not a professional model either, just do whatever you want." Jane leaned back lazily.

Under the light, the chest muscles and abdominal muscles are more clearly defined.

Shen Lang's heart beat faster, this is not professional, he feels very professional!

The matter has come to this point, and there is no way to end it without painting.

Shen Lang picked up the pen, looked at the perfect human body on the opposite side, and drew for a long time, feeling sorry for him.

Obviously yesterday I was complacent about my progress, but now I am ashamed of my own level.

It turned out that he was in such a good shape.

The person hiding in the darkness stared intently at the person biting his lip and drawing seriously.

With his right hand, he randomly pulled out a piece of paper that fell beside him. While keeping his body still and his muscles perfect, he turned his wrist and looked at Shen Lang.

After more than an hour, Shen Lang asked him to change his posture in the middle, fearing that he would be sore in one posture and be ignored.

You can only draw quickly, the more you draw, the less beautiful you will be.

The beautiful muscles were drawn into a cartoon version, and Shen Lang blushed when he saw Chengtu.

Jian Chao stopped writing early.

After watching Shen Lang stop writing, he slowly got up: "I'll take a look when the drawing is finished."

Shen Lang shook his head resolutely, and took out a new piece of drawing paper to cover his "masterpiece".

"Dissatisfied? What kind of posture does Mr. Shen like, you can direct me to do it."

Su's voice was so deep that it seemed to echo in the quiet classroom.

It was obviously normal, but Shen Lang blushed when he heard Shen Lang's ears.

"Or?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Jane noticed that he was blushing!

It seems that he really likes a good figure!

Sure enough, there is nothing better than breaking into the opponent's pillow.

Jian Chao continued to work hard: "Maybe Teacher Shen is a model, and I will draw it, how about it?"

Shen Lang immediately refused: "I'm sorry Mr. Jian."

He can't take it off.

The other party seemed to have guessed what he was thinking: "You don't need to be naked, Teacher Shen can just sit here casually. I am very interested in painting, and I feel like I am painting when I see Teacher Shen. Of course, if Teacher Shen is inconvenient, I am the one who was abrupt."

"No... okay." Shen Lang hurriedly explained, and finally agreed.

Thinking of being painted by him, there are hundreds of millions of nervousness.

Jian Chao put away the paper that he just laid down.

Sitting behind the drawing board on the paper is a person who is immersed in painting seriously. His facial features are already exquisite and impeccable, but he is biting his lip. He is really pure and lustful, vivid.

He quickly put it away and got up.

When he appeared out of the shadows, he had already covered his face with a mask, and returned to his original armed forces.

Shen Lang held the drawing board tightly and walked to the stage. He didn't dare to let him see his paintings, for fear of spoiling his favor.

Fortunately, the other party was not in trouble.

Sitting directly behind the drawing board under the stage, he was ready to start writing: "Mr. Shen, you can pose casually, as comfortable as you can."

Jian Chao's voice was hoarse and sexy without any disguise.

He said again: "If Mr. Shen can't pose, how about I teach you? Okay, let me show you."

Without waiting for Shen Lang's answer, Jane walked up towards the small excitement in her heart and still serious.

Shen Lang was blushed and dazed by his few words, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the side, very close to him.

Jian Chao logically sat next to Shen Lang again, looking at the pink-cheeked boy in front of him, his thumping heart concealed his growth.

He shouldn't hate himself.

Jian Chao felt that with his status, the odds of winning were great.

He can almost avoid the robot himself now, and he doesn't know where this problem has arisen.

But for the current self, it seems that there is no resistance and rejection.

This is a good sign.

Seeing him so ashamed, half of his naked performance just now was perfect.

He also didn't see him avoiding snakes and scorpions because of his frivolous sleepwalking behavior last time, which means that the chance is very great!

"The model has a few classic movements, Mr. Shen, look at me."

Jian Chao demonstrated, he propped his arms back, bent his knees and turned his head: "Relax your body and look forward at a 45-degree angle..."

Shen Lang forgot to follow suit.

He looked at the person who appeared in the dream yesterday and sat next to him today, feeling more like a dream now.

Jian Chao posed and turned around, seeing that Shen Lang didn't move.

"Mr. Shen doesn't like this posture? It's okay, let's change it again."

"Does Teacher Shen have a favorite pose? Let's try."

"No."

"It doesn't matter, the posture should be discovered slowly and slowly, Mr. Shen, do you like to sit or lie down, move or not?"

"Or, Mr. Shen, you should lie down first and find out how you feel."

Jian Chao swears that he really has no evil intentions at first.

He did grow up near the Academy of Fine Arts when he was a child, and there are shares of Jian's family here, so he has been free to come and go since he was a child.

He was very talented in drawing, but he didn't like it later.

Today is different, interest is at an all-time high.

Originally, I wanted to draw each other to increase my favorability, and I also wanted to draw a few more pictures of Shen Lang.

But as he talked, not only Shen Lang blushed, but he became shamefully hard.