Back To My Youth

Song Zhuoran said seven or eight names at once, and he knew much more than Li Tongzhou.

The teacher nodded again and again, relieved.

In his mind, Li Tongzhou belongs to the type of students who live on an ivory tower and concentrate on research. His professional ability is very strong, but he also has fatal flaws. This type of person is too immersed in his own world and is not good at communicating with the outside world, such as Li Tongzhou, if he hadn't taken the initiative to call over and ask a few questions, he would not have seen him say a word in school all day.

With a feeling of pity, the teacher warned Song Zhuoran: "Li Tongzhou is too honest, you must take good care of him outside."

Song Zhuoran went to a few ball games and played on the school basketball team in person. When he agreed, he began to have doubts in his heart. How could he think that Li Tongzhou was not as harmless as he seemed? During the few days when he was sparring with the school basketball team, although Li Tongzhou was silent, he still led someone to intercept his ball.

Li Tongzhou, a good student who just left the office, was also on the verge of making a mistake. He secretly brought his mobile phone and was texting Guo Jingyu.

The first rule is quite satisfactory, and asks: "What happened in gān?"

The next day I asked myself and answered: "I'm busy painting, I've worked hard."

After sending it, I stared at my phone for a while and didn't wait for a reply.

The preparation bell rang outside the door, and Li Tongzhou waited until the bell ended, making sure that no text messages came in, then came out of the bathroom stall and returned to the classroom.

Beijing, in the studio.

Lao Cao is chatting enthusiastically with Guo Jingyu. These professional teachers are different from the regular teachers in the school. Most of them are students from the Academy of Fine Arts who come to part-time. Not so many rules.

Lao Cao sat there and boasted silently, patted Guo Jingyu on the shoulder, and his eyes lit up. Their studio is also linked to the college entrance examination. Every year, if there are a few outstanding students in the professional course, the studio will come next year. More students will be accepted, and doubling the income will not be a problem.

Lao Cao treated Guo Jingyu differently, and came directly to ask him to have dinner with him at night, with the intention of having a long conversation about his feelings, for fear that a good student would run away.

Guo Jingyu was also talked about so enthusiastically by Lao Cao back then, but it was only two or three months later. His coloring is better than that of sketching. Lao Cao will be very kind to him, and he will show his housekeeping skills. To hone his skills, it took a year to teach him to enlightenment.

Lao Cao wanted to go to the first-class art academy in Asia. He worked hard in Tianmei for several years, and he didn't dare to drop the basic skills for a day. He really had two brushes. Guo Jingyu had such good results back then, and he was inseparable from Lao Cao. After all, it was not anyone who insisted on studying that set of methods for many years, and wanted to sprint to the CAFA styling department.

It's just that Lao Cao didn't expect that his students went to the college of his choice before him, and they also apprenticed to Mr. Zhong Lao.

Lao Cao didn't forget Guo Jingyu when he ate dinner that night, and took him out to eat with several other teachers in the studio.

Lao Cao took the emotional card with a heart, and introduced Guo Jingyu, "This is a new classmate in our studio, Guo Jingyu, everyone will take care of you in the future, this little classmate has done a good job in painting, I can sprint for beauty. hospital."

Among the eight major art academies in the country, Lao Cao didn't specifically say which one.

A short male teacher sitting diagonally across from his glass was drinking beer from his glass, and when he heard he looked up at Guo Jingyu, he smiled and said, "Oh, Brother Cao, what you said seems like our Academy of Fine Arts is worthless. , there are more people who want to take the test every year, and there are really few who can get in."

Lao Cao said, "He's different. I've seen it. He's very professional. If you don't believe me, you can see it tomorrow."

The man deliberately provoked: "Re-students, right? This is the worst kind to take. No matter how old the old problems can be corrected, I prefer the kind of students who have just arrived for a few days, like a blank piece of paper, with It's progressing fast."

Lao Cao still wanted to speak, but Guo Jingyu put down the drink cup and landed on the table with a "pop".

The man was startled, glared at him and said dissatisfiedly, "What's going on with the students now!"

Guo Jingyu smiled and said, "Teacher, what is your surname?"

"Surname Wu, Wu Shuyou."

"Mr. Wu, what's your dissatisfaction with the repeat students? Everyone is devoted to their studies year after year out of the love of art. What happened to the repeat students? The repeat students spent time and paid the price. I don't think you're right to say that. Appropriate." Guo Jingyu pointed to Lao Cao and gave an example on the spot, "For example, Teacher Cao!"

Wu Shuyou: "..." He completely forgot that Lao Cao was also a repeater.

Over there, Lao Cao couldn't hang up, looking at Wu Shuyou and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not ashamed to repeat the reading, don't talk about it in the future."

Wu Shuyou opened his mouth and said, "Brother Cao, I didn't mean you."

Guo Jingyu waved his hand and said, "Mr. Cao repeated his studies for two years and was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. He is our best example!"

Wu Shuyou said angrily, "How do you compare with Teacher Cao, how many years have you repeated your studies?"

"I'm applying."

"..."

Guo Jingyu smiled and asked, "Mr. Wu teaches color?"

Wu Shuyou said with a cold face: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Guo Jingyu was even more certain in his heart. He was caught by Lao Cao to hone his sketches back then. Gouache was his item. Lao Cao did not trust others and brought it in person. I had little contact with other teachers, and it was only later that I heard from other classmates that there was a teacher Wu who taught color with average painting skills.