reverse trapping

Cheng Mu was shocked.

The bite force between the upper and lower jaws increased, and the halva shattered in half in his mouth, and the sugar residue stuck to the coating of his tongue, eroding his sense of taste sweetly and greasy.

"Impossible." The tone was firm, hiding the meaning of forcibly cutting off that kind of speculation.

"Why?" Fang Shuo said, "You seem very sure."

"He's a man."

Fang Shuo's eyes moved: "So you can still eat both men and women~"

Cheng Mu turned his eyes away and ignored Fang Shuo's teasing.

He poured a glass of water, staring at the glistening glass in his hand in a daze.

The thing about Tang was at best a coincidence, and the most likely thing was that someone like Fang Shuo got it by accident and gave it to him.

Don't like sugar, and then pass it on.

Well, very reasonable.

Cheng Mu drank half a glass of water in one gulp, and the undissolved large pieces of sugar rolled down with the water, making his throat a little choked.

He fell asleep in Shen Jinzhi's class twice. His lie that he liked to listen to Professor Shen's class was completely exposed, and naturally he was ashamed to bring up the matter of asking for teaching methods.

But Shen Jinzhi is very responsible and must help to the end.

In the following days, Shen Jinzhi didn't mention the embarrassing thing for Cheng Muze again.

Shen Jinzhi taught students according to their aptitude, changed the teaching method, and tried hard to export teaching skills to Cheng Muze, so sincere that he had no reservations.

Cheng Mu proposed to take Fang Shuo to study together, and Shen Jinzhi readily accepted.

During this period, Cheng Muze's last landscape photography competition has ended.

It was a relatively influential competition in the industry, and the national second prize also added a lot of weight to his resume.

As the time approached the interview period, Cheng Muze and Fang Shuo put aside most of their work and personal affairs and concentrated on preparing.

From time to time, the studio will receive anonymous refreshing milk tea, each time with a cup of standard sugar and a cup of heavy sugar.

Cheng Mu felt that the origin of the thing was unknown, so he kept Fang Shuo from moving it casually.

It wasn't until Fang Shuo received a call from his cousin that he realized that Wan Weiduo bought the milk tea.

As for how he knew that Fang Shuo needed to refresh himself recently, Wan Weiduo was just vague and couldn't explain why.

The day of the official interview finally arrived.

The interview at ten o'clock in the morning, before nine o'clock, there were already many people standing in groups of three or five in the lecture hall of the art building.

Many of them knew Fang Shuo, and some even bluntly said that they would withdraw from the competition after seeing Fang Shuo.

But Fang Shuo mostly dealt with them perfunctorily, and his attitude was a little cold, with a sense of aloofness spontaneously arising.

The last time I clearly felt the contrast in Fang Shuo was when they met for the first time to discuss the future plans of the studio.

When he was almost done with it, Cheng Mu interjected: "Do you have idol baggage?"

"Huh?" Fang Shuo turned his head, not understanding what Cheng Muze meant.

Cheng Mu glanced at the people who had just greeted him not far away, and said, "Why are you so indifferent to them?"

Fang Shuo understood, and explained: "They will come over because of my reputation, and they don't really want to discuss anything with me. Why should I give them good looks? And when it comes to technical communication partners, which one of them can compare to you? ?”

Cheng Mu smiled wryly.

After this period of time, he has gotten used to Fang Shuo's compliments with strong filters, and he doesn't bother to correct them.

Anyway, the left ear heard the right ear, and there was a brief burst of pleasure, that's all.

The order of the interviews was drawn randomly, and Cheng Muze and Fang Shuo were drawn in the third and seventh places respectively, both of which were relatively in front.

In less than two hours, the two ended the interview.

The results of the interview won't come out until evening, so the two left first.

Although they have worked hard for a long time, they are not anxious about the final result. After all, success is just icing on the cake, and failure will not affect their later plans.

However, there is one thing that cannot be delayed any longer.

——Invite Professor Shen to dinner tonight, and thank him for never leaving these two "stupid students".

Cheng Mu checked the class schedule in advance and made a call after confirming that Shen Jinzhi had no class.

The first time it didn't connect, Cheng Mu habitually called back.

But this time, within a few seconds, the call was connected.

"Mr. Shen, our interview is over."

"Ah."

Shen Jinzhi responded, his voice much lower than usual.

Cheng Mu was just about to say something when he faintly heard the background sound of a meeting on the other end of the phone.

He froze: "You're not in a meeting, are you?"

Shen Jinzhi confirmed in a low voice.

"Sorry, sorry to bother you." Cheng Mu hung up the phone hastily.

More than 20 minutes later, Cheng Mu received a call back from Shen Jinzhi.

Cheng Mu sent out a dinner invitation to Shen Jinzhi, but unfortunately, Shen Jinzhi was out of town and not in Jinsong City for a while.

It seems that they can only wait until the matter with Professor Shen is over.

That night, Cheng Muze and Fang Shuo each received news that they had passed the interview.

Cheng Mu treated Fang Shuo to a big meal to celebrate, but he always felt that something was missing.

On the day the contract was signed, Cheng Muze and Fang Shuo didn't know that the first class was scheduled for two days later.

The day the class started was already the fifth day since Cheng Muze lost news of Shen Jinzhi.

He got to school early.

A teacher in the photography department took him to the classroom and introduced him to his classmates.

Although he had practiced many times, Cheng Mu was still a little nervous when he actually stood on the stage.

He glanced down casually, and found a man who looked exactly like Shen Jinzhi in the last row.

He was wearing a pure black mask, had no glasses and lowered his head, but Cheng Mu didn't dare to confirm it.

At this moment, he has no extra energy to distract, and devotes himself to the classroom.

Fortunately, sharing experience is a relatively relaxing thing for Cheng Muze. He is getting better and better, and his thinking has become much smoother.

Time passed in a hurry, and the class was drawing to a close.

The PPT is turned to the last page.

Cheng Mu asked, "About this class, do you have any questions?"

There was silence in the classroom.

Suddenly, a boy stood up from the back seat.

"This... Teacher Cheng."

His tone was not kind, and he deliberately bit the two "teacher" very tightly, with a hint of sarcasm.

"You talked about two types of photography, portrait and landscape. The examples of landscapes are your own works, but the examples of portraits are all other people's works. Could it be that you don't know how to take portraits at all?"

Those words pierced Cheng Muze's heart like a sharp fishbone.

More than two years ago, Cheng Mu realized after he was discharged from the hospital that he had lost not only his memory, but also his ability to take portraits - he couldn't pick up the camera and point it at anyone.

Whenever he wanted to take a human subject, his hands would tremble uncontrollably, and he couldn't control it at all.

Cheng Mu went to many hospitals, but because he forgot a lot of things, he couldn't get a definite answer after all.

Solving this problem is also one of the reasons why he is persistent in finding his lost memory.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the student became more and more aggressive: "As a non-academic photographer, you can only talk on paper and come to teach us, isn't it too amateur?"

The students began to talk a lot, and the originally quiet classroom was like water whose temperature was about to rise to a critical point, gradually tending to boil.

In fact, the contradiction between academic and non-academic photographers has a long history. [Note]

Many of the students were dismissive of being taught by a non-academic photographer.

Cheng Mu had minored in photography in school and obtained a related degree, but he deliberately omitted this point in his self-introduction, in order to share the pressure with Fang Shuo.

After all, Fang Shuo is a pure non-academic, and has not studied systematic theoretical knowledge at all.

If he can't calm down these students today, the pressure Fang Shuo will face can be seen.

The voices of the discussions one after another gradually become mixed, and there is no lack of innuendo among them.

Cheng Mu picked up the USB drive on the table and reinserted it into the computer.

There are a few of his previous unpublished works in the USB flash drive, which are enough to stop Yoyo in this situation.

But at this moment, the teacher who had been listening all of a sudden stood up and scolded: "What are you arguing about? It is reasonable for Mr. Cheng to give you a lecture."

After finishing speaking, he turned around politely, handed over a camera and said to Cheng Muze: "Otherwise, let's give them a live demonstration."

After this action, Cheng Mu's originally prepared decisive method failed on the spot, and he died in his hands.

Cheng Mu stared at the camera, unable to get off for a moment.

Of course he knew that the best way to solve this dilemma was to produce a work on the spot.

But the simplest solution was the most difficult for him.

Under the eyes of everyone, he took the camera slowly, with a calm surface, but his hands trembled slightly.

Sights from all directions scorched Cheng Muze, and faint sweat oozed from Cheng Muze's forehead.

He is afraid.

When he was young, he went around to study with his masters, and he lost a lot of face before he got a glimpse of the way.

After officially embarking on this road, I have never reduced my communication and discussion with others because of the so-called face.

He was never afraid of losing face.

What he fears most is accepting defeat in this way in the field he loves most.

But now, he has no room to back down.He curled his fingertips slightly and raised the camera.

"Teacher Cheng."

At this moment, Shen Jinzhi's voice came from the back row of the classroom.

He took off his mask and stood up from his seat.

"Don't force yourself if you hurt your hand. If possible, can you let me, a half-baked student, do it for you?"

The author says:

Note: Academic photographers generally refer to photographers who come from regular courses and have received systematic training and education, and generally have rich theoretical knowledge.

The next update will be at 10 o'clock tomorrow night~