Infinite Torture Evolution

When everyone thought that Lin Yi was his own death, Wang Molin suddenly laughed, making no secret of his love for Lin Yi.

"I like this boy."

His old man is now respected and respected, with both virtue and art, and naturally he has the capacity to embrace all the rivers and rivers.

Lin Yi's few words may be collisions for others, but for him, they are nothing more than children's jokes.

And when Lin Yi turned around, when he saw Lin Yi's face and gaze, he seemed to have finally found the person he had been looking for for a long time.

Lin Yi's face is so young, she looks only sixteen or seventeen years old;

Lin Yi's eyes had a hint of vicissitudes, and such a person must be very stable.

Coupled with his painting ability, and he hardly learned to paint.

All four conditions are fully met!

How can this not make Wang Molin happy?

All the other students around were amazed: This is also okay?

However, the teacher At the moment seemed to understand something, and his eyes looked at Lin Yi with envy: Lin Yi is so lucky. I don't know how many people across the country want to be the closed disciple of Vice President Wang and can't afford it. He just had a class when he was taken by Vice Dean Wang. I really envy Deadman.

Wang Molin looked at Lin Yi, who was a little confused, and said, "Lin Yi, would you like to learn Chinese painting and calligraphy with me?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the teacher nodded secretly: I really thought well, and Vice President Wang really wanted to accept him as a closed disciple.

The other students were surprised, all with envy and jealousy on their faces.

The others are basically single dogs. When they were still staring at the target, Lin Yi brought his family to school, and he was still such a beautiful family;

Now everyone else is thinking about which professor Fa'er wants to be a disciple. As long as he gets on the boat of a certain professor, when the wind is going well in the future, Lin Yi is only drawing a sketch for the first time, and he is actually seen by Mr. Wang Molin. If he is hit, he will be accepted as a closed disciple.

You know, how many people across the country want to worship Mr. Mo Lin as a teacher.

As long as you become a disciple of Mr. Mo Lin, it is almost like being sent to college, and you will have smooth sails for the rest of your life.

This guy really didn't know what was going on.

Just when everyone was envious, and even when someone was about to drool, Lin Yi said leisurely: "I'm sorry, I think it's good now."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes widened again.

"Have you made a mistake?!"

"He actually refused?"

"I'll go, others are vying for opportunities that they can't get, but he actually refused!?!"

"Is it crazy or is he crazy?"

The teacher beside him was also anxious for Lin Yi: "Lin Yi, do you know what it means to be a disciple of Deputy Dean Wang? You can learn the top painting and calligraphy skills. In the future, your painting and calligraphy will be very possible. Exhibited in the Chinese Academy of Art, and possibly even all over the world. You will get the top painting skills. Do you know how many people in the country and even in the world want to worship Vice President Wang as a teacher? You..."

Deputy Dean Wang waved his hand and prevented the teacher from continuing.

He asked Lin Yi very kindly: "Young man, why don't you want to learn from me?"

Lin Yi glanced at Zuo Yiran next to him.

He came to protect Zuo Yiran, and it is more important that nothing protects Zuo Yiran;

Moreover, in his eyes, the most important thing is promotion, not painting or writing.

The cultural aspect is certainly important, but the virus will break out in two years. If you don't get promoted and improve your strength as soon as possible at this time, if you learn painting and calligraphy instead, it is really a problem with your brain.

But on the surface, he naturally couldn't answer that way.

He thought for a while, and said, "For me, painting is purely an interest. I never thought about what kind of painter or calligrapher I want to achieve in order to achieve some kind of achievement."

"..."

Lin Yi's answer made everyone want to trample him to death.

For others, an opportunity that may not be waiting for a lifetime, he even refused with this reason.

Are you still a human you?

Zuo Yiran was anxious for Lin Yi, and at the same time worried that Wang Molin would be angry.

But when she thought of Lin Yi's true identity, she was relieved.

The teacher sank and said, "Lin Yi, how can you be so presumptuous? You are disrespectful to Deputy Dean Wang! If it is only because of interest, not because of higher pursuit of art, don't Wouldn’t it be better to come to the Academy of Fine Arts and just find a hobby class to study? Save your time here!"

The teacher's tone was harsh.

Vice Dean Wang is a person she respects, but Lin Yi refuses it again and again. How can this not make her angry?

Unexpectedly, the light in Wang Molin's eyes was brighter, and even a little relief smile appeared on his face. He said, "Just for interest? Good, very good! Now many young people are too eager for quick success. Just thinking about how many tens of thousands of dollars a painting will sell. They completely regard painting and calligraphy as making money crafts. Such a mentality is a taboo for art! It’s not that you can’t make money if you engage in art, but if you are profiting only, it will be harmful to art. It’s really for the sake of art. There are very few people who are interested in art."

When everyone heard this, they looked at Lin Yi with a little more envy and jealousy.

Nima, what is this operation?

So many people squeezed their heads and wanted to become Mr. Wang Molin's disciples, but this kid would be appreciated by Mr. Wang Molin if he said anything casually.

What kind of world is this so special?

Lin also has no idea how famous and powerful Wang Molin is.

However, this old man took such a fancy to himself, which made Lin also very grateful.

But he did have more important things to do, so he simply refused again: "I'm sorry, Vice President Wang, I really don't have any big ambitions. You should leave this opportunity to others."

After speaking, in the eyes of everyone trying to trample him to death, Lin Yi slowly packed up the drawing paper, pencil, and eraser.

Having said that, Mr. Wang Molin couldn't force it anymore.

He just sighed regretfully: "Oh..."

After looking for a closed disciple by myself for so long, I finally came across one, but in the end I still didn't want to learn from myself.

How can this not make him regret?

But if you really give up like this, maybe you will never meet a suitable person again in your life.

Finally, when Wang Molin was about to leave the classroom, he turned around again and said to Lin Yi: "Well, you only need to come to me for three classes a week, and I will teach you everything I know. . How much you can learn depends on your understanding."

The teacher was surprised when he heard this sentence: This is also okay?

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