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There are four tables of students sitting in the small-class sculpture classroom, and the incandescent lights on the roof blur the concept of time.

Xu Jiangtong half leaned against the podium with his chest in his arms, quietly admiring the muscular back muscles of the strong male in the projection.

"Dang-dang--" the get out of class bell rang slowly.

"OK, testover." He turned to face his classmates and signaled the class monitor to accept the sketching homework with his eyes.

The noise in the dull classroom finally resumed. The students rubbed their sore eyes, collapsed in their seats and sighed.

Tomorrow is the National Day holiday.Xu Jiangtong raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said in English: "I hope you all prepare your midterm homework, and send me emails if you have any questions. Happy holidays."

"Thank you, teacher." The students braced themselves for a few words, packed their schoolbags and rushed out.

Xu Jiangtong took the homework from the monitor and briefly read it.Although there are no amazing works, at least there are no out-of-shape paintings.

He put the test papers into the mezzanine of the backpack, and while admiring the photos of exuberant hormones on the computer desktop, he packed his things slowly.

It was already dark.At the end of September, the weather gradually turns cooler, a gust of wind blows, and waves of golden ginkgo leaves spread across the surface.

Xu Jiangtong glanced at the brightly lit campus and thought that the first month of working in China was not bad.

He is of Chinese-Italian mixed race. After graduating from the Repin Academy of Fine Arts, he happened to catch up with the reform and expansion of the Academy of Fine Arts of the Central University of Technology.With his solid foundation, he passed four rounds of interviews and became a foreign teacher in the Department of Sculpture, serving as a lecturer for the courses of Art Anatomy and Human Speed ​​Sculpture, as well as two optional courses in the school.

There were constant conversations along the way, and the students walked towards the school gate in groups of three and four, filled with festive noise everywhere.Xu Jiangtong walked against the flow of people to the cafeteria. For him, the holidays are more a good time to sneak in and create with peace of mind.

There were not a few students staying in school, and it was time for meals, and the cafeteria was still overcrowded.He went to the western restaurant on the third floor to order some pasta. While waiting in line for the meal, someone patted his back lightly.

The female teacher in the same office, Yue Yang, invited: "Mr. Xiao Jiang, come to our table later."

Xu Jiangtong nodded with a smile, took the meal and followed her.There is also a male teacher on the table who has just started working.The three of them talked about the students in the class. Xu Jiangtong's Chinese was average. After chatting for a few words, they began to eat quietly.

"I'm really convinced of this crappy school, so I know how to make some fancy things. We have enough logistics courses, and we still need to take extended credits?" A harsh voice came from behind.

A shadow was cast around him.Xu Jiangtong glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw two tall boys sitting next to each other in the aisle, sitting on the empty table diagonally opposite.Among them, the boy who turned his back to him seemed very angry, and said something very fast.

Xu Jiangtong looked at it curiously.

"The school's course selection system is also rubbish. There are a lot of network cards. When I board it, there will only be Western art history left." It’s still divided into two semesters, there’s something wrong with it!”

"That's right," another boy echoed, "And I see that the system shows that this class is taught by a foreign teacher. I heard that the British are very rigid, so it's probably not easy to skip class."

"I'll be up, don't care about him. Anyway, foreign teachers don't know how to roll names."

"That's true..." The boy sitting opposite nodded thoughtfully, and accidentally raised his head to meet Xu Jiangtong.

At the moment of eye contact, Xu Jiangtong ate a mouthful of spaghetti gracefully, avoiding eye contact indiscriminately.

The boy who was still eloquent just now silenced in an instant, and kicked the person opposite: "Brother, the foreigner at the table opposite is our elective teacher?"

"Who are you talking about?" The other party obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and looked back hastily.

Holding a knife and fork in both hands, Xu Jiangtong was sitting upright on a chair with a half-smile.

He only glanced at it, the muscles on his face stiffened, and he turned around hastily.

When the school just started, a young and handsome foreign teacher came to the Academy of Fine Arts, which is not a small news.There were not many young teachers in the school, let alone foreigners.

The other boy was obviously a little flustered, and lowered his voice and asked, "Did we speak loudly just now?"

The boy with his back to Xu Jiangtong pretended to be calm: "It's okay, he can't understand Chinese."

"But he sat with the Chinese teacher, in case they..."

"Not so, not so," he shook his head repeatedly, "Chinese people don't cheat Chinese people."

Little did they know that the atmosphere at the teacher's table was extremely embarrassing.

The female teacher pinched her throat and said, "Mr. Xiao Jiang, don't worry too much about it."

"Huh?" Xu Jiangtong raised his eyes with a smile, clenched the western knife in his right hand, and said lightly in English, "Why would I be angry with a child?"

After finishing speaking, he chuckled again and stuffed his mouth.

The atmosphere on the table became more and more silent, and the male teacher lowered his head and coughed.

Admittedly, just looking at Xu Jiangtong's brown hair and olive green eyes hidden in the eye sockets, it is easy to overlook his other half of Asian descent.

It's a pity that he can understand Chinese.Being scolded by students for the water class in front of his colleagues is enough to make him lose face.

What's more, the start time of this course is 5-8 weeks after the National Day holiday.Xu Jiangtong's research direction has nothing to do with art history at all, and he prepared for it for a long time, but they labeled themselves as teachers of the water class without listening to a class.

The other party also realized that the situation was wrong, got up in a hurry after taking a few mouthfuls of food, and left half a circle behind with a guilty conscience.

Xu Jiangtong failed to get accurate information from the conversation just now, and turned his head to look at the backs of the two of them.

The boy is tall, thin and strong, over 1.9 meters tall, wearing a wrinkled and small white T-shirt. The thick deltoid muscles on the shoulders make the clothes that don't fit very stylish, and you can even see the direction and direction of the muscles under the fabric. A little bit of flesh color.The calf muscles are tight and plump, but not as strong as a bodybuilder's. They are extremely explosive and suitable for rapid and continuous take-offs.

Volleyball player?Xu Jiangtong quickly glanced at his figure. The proportion from the upper body to the ilium is close to the golden section of the whole body. The shoulders, chest and back are broad and strong, the waist is slightly narrow, and the buttocks are very high.

He looked a little distracted.

"Teacher Xiaojiang?" the female teacher called out tentatively.

"Oh, it's okay." He withdrew his eyes and smiled gently, "I'll leave after eating."

"In such a hurry to leave?"

"To be honest, I'm full." Xu Jiangtong touched his tight abdominal muscles, shrugged and said, "Go for a walk on the playground."

After speaking, he picked up the plate and walked to the door.However, he didn't follow behind the two of them, but simply took a breath.

After returning to the office to pack up his things, he deliberately avoided communication among his colleagues and bought a ticket to go home early.

Walking to a crowded place like the subway station, Xu Jiangtong began to observe the men around him again.As a sculptor, this is his occupational disease.

But seeing grown men in suits and briefcases, and little boys with headbands who just finished playing ball, he still has that boy in his mind.I have to admit that his muscles, figure and proportions are very good.Even if you don't see the face, you can recognize it when you see it again.

After the 10-minute commute, the moment I opened the door, a big white snowball jumped over.

"Good evening, Tela." Uncharacteristically, he skipped an intimate hug, greeted her, and walked straight to the sofa.

"Aww?" The understanding Samoyed followed and rubbed his ankle.

Only then did Xu Jiangtong say "it's okay" slowly, and took out tonight's sketching homework.As a child who has just entered college, there is always something missing in drawing. After flipping through a few pictures, he set up the drawing board in a state of distraught.

What kind of muscle does that boy have under his ill-fitting T-shirt?The pencil quickly sweeps across the white paper, and the bones, blood vessels and muscle groups are gradually formed in the highlights and shadows, from the deltoid muscle to the hip curve, all in one go.

"Wow—woof!" The dog's intuition was extremely keen, and Tela yelled curiously when he realized that his male master was drawing another man.

Xu Jiangtong was immersed in his own world, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He leaned on the sofa, raised his legs, stroked the puppet's soft head, and said calmly, "This is the person who bullied your father at school today."

"Aww?" Tela was obviously shocked, leaned in front of the canvas and smelled it up and down for a long time, and suddenly a low growl erupted in his throat.

As if to say - I remember him.

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References for this chapter:

[1] Yang Shuyi, Yuan Fang.Analysis of the Influence of Volleyball Players' Physical Quality on Special Skills, Stationery and Technology, 2022 (01), 71-73.

[2] Pan Yiming.Research on the characteristics of serving and spiking muscles of high-level volleyball players in colleges and universities, China University of Petroleum (East China), 2019.