Eastern Star Spot

2017. 1, 3

This is a day to remember.

Liao Dongxing and You Ziyi both failed the test.

One 59, one 58.

But the difference is that You Ziyi's score of 59 was scored by Mr. Song, and Liao Dongxing's score of 58 was scored by Teacher Ye.

"Why!" The two found their respective devil teachers and angrily threw their paintings on the table.

Song Zhe calmly closed the book in his hand without even glancing at the picture on the table. He said indifferently to himself, the rumored proud disciple, as if it had nothing to do with him: "There is more than enough craftsmanship, but not enough aura. .”

You Ziyi clenched his back teeth and suppressed his anger: "But 58 is too low! You didn't even give me this score in my first exam!"

He thought of the expressions of the classmates in the class: the obvious surprise, mixed with the doubts of the discussion, made him feel ashamed as if he was running naked and being watched.

He comes from a wealthy family and looks handsome. Although his grades are not good, countless tutors have dragged him to the bottom of the bottom, and his grades are barely passable; he can play basketball and guitar, and has enjoyed the fun of being surrounded by others. The pity is the ex-girlfriend Zhao You.

He still couldn't figure out why Zhao You would break up with him, and she left without an explanation, so he applied for art in a flash of enthusiasm, and then stumbled to study for a month, and suddenly found that painting is true love, and said to his family, His parents thought he was just for fun, but now that he had a goal, they got excited and asked for the best studio in Hangzhou to send it to him, for fear that the teachers in a small place would delay their children.

Song Zhe couldn't say that he cared for him very much, but maybe because of his good grades, his classmates always thought he was a big brother, and later they also acquiesced that he was Master Song's closed disciple. After a long time, he himself thought so. The score of this time is no less than a blow to the head.

Looking at You Ziyi's extremely humiliated face, Song Zhe said in surprise: "You finally realized that you don't feel as good at painting now as you did at the beginning."

"What do you mean?"

Song Zhe said mercilessly: "It's just that there is no aura."

The wanderer choked.

No one can tell what kind of ghost aura is. It is invisible and intangible, and it comes and goes without a trace. Ordinary people don't even know whether this thing has stayed on their body for a moment.

Youzi thought it was Song Zhe's perfunctory, wanted to refute but didn't know where to start, and said indiscriminately: "According to what you mean, you didn't teach well, and this score has nothing to do with me?"

Song Zhe waved his hands, as if he had said some joke, and said half ironically and half passionately: "I can only teach ordinary people. Geniuses are cultivated by themselves, and I can only guide them."

So neither genius nor mediocrity, how should ordinary people with a little talent deal with themselves.

Youzi didn't understand. He knew he was talking about Liao Dongxing, so he yelled: "You gave me the same score as him a few times ago, and they are all full marks! Full marks!"

At that time, he also happily ordered several pairs of AJs to reward himself, "Since I think I have no aura, why did you give me the same score as him in the first place?"

Song Zhe said cruelly: "I gave you [-] points because you are good enough, you have reached the basic points of the exam, and you are so perfect that there are no points deducted. I gave him [-] points because the full score is only [-], and the scoring standards can't keep up with him. Already." He patted You Ziyi on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "The more you learn, the stricter your scoring standards will be. I've been eating sweet dates all the time, and I can't afford sticks. It's not such a good thing."

You Ziyi gradually calmed down and asked, "What about Liao Dongxing? He is 59."

Song Zhe got excited when asked about this, his eyelids drooped and his legs began to shake, he sighed a little bit injustice: "His score was judged by Mr. Ye, I don't know, otherwise I will give back a hundred."

An absurd thought flashed across You Ziyi, holding a glimmer of hope, he asked, "Did you change mine after looking at his score?"

Song Zhe nodded and said, "He's 59, I'll give you a hundred, so where should he put his face?"

"So you gave me 58 on purpose, where do you want my face to be?" You Ziyi got the answer, angrily tore his painting in half from the middle several times, and then threw it on the ground to vent his anger , his eyes were red, and he choked up, "Are you going to humiliate me like this? Just because he is talented? Has the so-called aura? What about the others!"

Song Zhe watched him go crazy coldly, and waited until he finished shouting before saying: "You have to understand that your opponent is Liao Dongxing, and the others are irrelevant.

You Ziyi wanted to say more, when suddenly he heard a loud noise from the next door.

Liao Dongxing kicked over a stool and confronted Ye Ban with the same frosty expression on his face.

Ye Ban said again: "You turned a deaf ear to the requirements of the test questions, you are not taking the test!"

Liao Dongxing explained blankly: "I think the topic is too boring, I just added something."

Ye Ban glanced at the window, just now, Liao Dongxing hastily rolled up the paper and threw it down, there was no movement underneath, wondering if it hit anyone.

Ye Ban's face darkened for the first time in recent days. At this time, he seemed to have a sense of distance, "The exam judgment is stricter than you imagined. Nobel Prize winners write off-topic essays, and they also get zero points."

Liao Dongxing pinched his waist with both hands, his shoulders sank for a moment, then turned his head and cursed: "Damn it."

Ye Ban had already prepared an idea to cure his sloppy brushwork, and unmoved, he tapped his finger on the cover of the textbook: "From today onwards, you can copy two pictures from this book every day and give them to me, and the requirement is 90.00% similarity to the above."

Liao Dongxing turned a few pages after not watching it for a long time. The rigid drawings in the exam textbooks may be very educational for beginners, but at this stage, copying them later is like dancing ballet with shackles, restricting many skills or technical performance.

Especially for Liao Dongxing's free and unrestrained brushwork, it is simply tormented.

He showed a rebellious look, and Ye Ban urged: "Did you hear that?"

Liao Dongxing became even more irritable and angry: "Listen to your mother."

In fact, he has deliberately resisted the urge to swear, and he has rarely heard swear words from his mouth recently, but he really doesn't want to go back to his old ways.

Ye Ban narrowed his eyes: "Can you curse again?"

Liao Dongxing smashed his cans and said provocatively: "Idiot"

"Four."

"Stupid."

"Eight."

"Stinking idiot."

"Sixteen."

"You bastard, grandpa." He grabbed Ye Ban's collar and kissed her unexpectedly.

It was not so much a kiss, but more like a beast's bite. Ye Ban was startled by his coquettish manipulation, and reacted for three or four seconds before pushing away.

The unbroken bright silk threads were pulled out from the lips of the two of them. In the empty classroom, there were the footsteps of students outside. In most of the broad daylight, there was indescribable obscenity and panic.

Liao Dongxing's eyes were full of water and mountains.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb in a provocative manner, and said with a smirk all over his body, "Is there any homework left?"

"Sixteen."

"..."

You Ziyi saw Liao Dongxing walking out while touching the corner of his mouth at the corner of the corridor, he frowned and stopped him, "Did you fight?"

"En." Liao Dongxing took the initiative to ignore the word in the middle.

You Ziyi stood silently, while Liao Dongxing was thinking about his own affairs, the two fell silent for a while.

They leaned against the wall, and they were attracted by a man on the stairs at the same time.

White is rarely seen in the studio's winter outfits. When the cold wind blows, the temperature drops below zero, and you can't get up in the morning and you can't sleep at night.

The man who walked up the stairs was wearing a pure white woolen coat. The color and material were not easy to wear. Ladies could lean on softness and elegance, while men would generally be reduced to pinkish niches.

This man looks quite old, but he is not out of harmony at all.

If Ye Ban's demeanor is that of an alienated and indifferent young man, then this man is a gentle and refined university professor—the kind who concentrates on academics and has no distracting thoughts.

You Ziyi followed him with his eyes, thinking of something: "This is... Teacher Wen?"

Liao Dongxing was curious: "Who is it?"

"Teacher Wen Shiyuwen," You Ziyi put aside his grievances and grudges temporarily, and shared the information, "I guess he came back to resign... Don't you know, he is very famous."

The man walked out of their sight, and You Ziyi said: "The studio has regulations. Once a teacher and a student find out that they are in love, they will be dismissed immediately, and the entire salary and bonus within two years will be punished; the student will be persuaded to leave and the tuition will be refunded. Reread."

The teacher-student relationship in the studio is not like that of a school, which is more humane and also means that some affections that cross boundaries will be born.