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Lina ignored the starling, got up and ran to Zhang Hao.

Pulling his arm: "Zhang Hao, listen to me, Zhang Hao!"

"I was forced, I was forced to be helpless, the person I love is you!"

"It was him, it was Mynah who forced me."

"Zhang Hao, you have to trust me."

"Just now, what did you say?"

Zhang Hao ignored Lina, and turned to starling: "If you have the guts, can you say it again?"

grunt!

Starling looked at the angry Zhang Hao and swallowed heavily.

Can't afford it.

He can't afford to provoke someone who drives the sun god Apollo.

thump!

The starling collapsed on the ground, with a bitter face: "Brother, I'm an asshole, I'm not human, I'm a bastard."

"But it's none of my business. She seduced me."

"What did you say?"

Lina yelled as if her tail had been stepped on: "Who the hell seduced you? You don't even take a picture of yourself. If you're like this, my old lady will seduce you?"

"I bother!"

Turning to look at Zhang Hao, pretending to be pitiful: "Zhang Hao, don't listen to his nonsense, he forced me."

"I will kill the child now, Zhang Hao, I love you."

"roll!"

Zhang Hao pushed Lina away: "In the future, don't let me see you again."

"nausea!"

"Yes, yes, definitely not." The starling breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to assure.

Zhang Hao turned around and got into the car, no matter how Lina shouted, he ignored her.

One foot of the gas pedal to leave.

Lina was left standing there blankly, shedding tears of regret.

call!

Parking the car by the side of the road, Zhang Hao took a deep breath.

After a while, I looked at Chen Yi and said gratefully: "Brother Yi, thank you, without you, my brother would be ashamed today."

"Because of Brother Yi, not only is my brother not ashamed today, but he also looks good."

"Okay, we're all brothers, so it's okay to say this." Chen Yi patted Zhang Hao's shoulder.

Relieved: "Mouse, such a woman is not worthy of your sorrow, no, I will lend you this car to drive for two more days."

"No, no, no, I can't afford to pay for something."

Zhang Hao shook his head again and again: "Brother Yi, you'd better return the car, it's over if you scratch it."

"After returning the car, brother buys you a drink."

"It's almost noon, let's go and drink."

Chen Yi had a meal with Zhang Hao at noon, and he stopped drinking.

"Why, still not happy? Talk to Xiaoji and ask him to introduce you to two."

"He's still a bachelor, and he knows how to mess around all day long." Zhang Hao chuckled.

Then he looked at Chen Yi, "Brother Yi, are you still single?"

"I, forget it, but it doesn't count." Chen Yi smiled.

Zhang Hao: "..."

you......

It's just someone.

I'm jealous!

"Then you must grasp it." Zhang Hao and Chen Yi said.

Chen Yi waved his hand, after all, there is nothing to worry about.

After eating, Chen Yi went back and changed to a limited edition Bugatti and went directly to Shancheng University.

Compared with the sun god Apollo, Chen Yi prefers Bugatti limited edition.

He stood in front of the school gate of Nanshan Campus.

I was just about to contact Mu Wan'er to see what she was doing.

After all, after her birthday, Mu Wan'er went back to work, and recently released another album.

His reputation has once again been shattered, and he is known as the first person of the new generation.

Mu Wan'er modestly said that she was the inspiration for her, but Chen Yi didn't know, could it be that this is the effect of money ability?

On the edge of the school gate, Chen Yi saw Bi Deyi and a few elderly people who looked a little older.

"Chen Yi!"

After Chen Yi appeared, Bi Deyi smiled and shouted from a distance.

Behind him, several old professors looked at the young Chen Yi with suspicion on their faces.

You know, Bi Deyi was in front of them, but he blew Chen Yi hard.

Since the last time Chen Yi painted under Zou Guanghao's difficulty in his class,

It shocked Bi Deyi, and Bi Deyi firmly remembered it in his heart.

But when several old people saw the real person, they became suspicious...

This one...isn't she too young?

In the art circle, especially the oil painting circle, even if you are forty or fifty years old, you have just been considered a young painter!

Talent in this industry is not enough, it takes time.

"Let me introduce you grandly. This young painter is called Chen Yi. He is the master of oil painting who I told you about, who shines in my class!"

Chen Yi walked up to Bi Deyi, the director of the Department of Oil Painting, and Bi Deyi blushed, and loudly introduced to the two professors beside him.

"Don't look at him, he's quite young, he's not much younger than our students!"

"However, I dare say that Chen Yi's skills in color and sketching are definitely far superior to those of our school's professors, and in some aspects and handling methods, it is even stronger than I have ever seen before!"

Bi Deyi continued.

Beside him, Chen Yi only looked at the professors with a slight smile, and when he heard the praise from the department head, he didn't mean to be humble at all, but was very calm.

After all, to be precise.

Director Bi Deyi has only seen his skill level at hand.

I heard Director Bi Deyi's introduction.

Although the two old professors beside him didn't quite believe it in their hearts, they behaved differently.

A thinner old man nodded slightly to Chen Yi with a kind smile, while the other, a slightly fatter old man with a bushy beard, directly put this doubt on his face.

These two people belonged to the upper echelons of the domestic oil painting circle, and a painting was put on the market for sale, and they were both masters of hundreds of thousands.

"Chen Yi, this is an old man, Weng Danxian, a famous painter and professor in our school. His main direction is history and subjective painting."

Director Bi Deyi began to introduce the two professors to Chen Yi, he patted the thinner old man with a sense of immortality, and said.

"This is Professor Sun, Sun Jinggang, he is a well-known master in the domestic painting circle!"

Bi Deyi introduced the fat old man with the beard.

No matter what you think in your heart, the meeting of the few people seemed quite pleasant under the communication of oil painting director Bi Deyi.

After the four of them said a few more words, they walked into the school.

Led by Bi Deyi, accompanied by two professors, they took Chen Yi around the school and gave an introduction.

Chen Yi looked at the phone, and Mu Wan'er said that she was still in class.

Chen Yi didn't get anxious either.

"Xingjian, Jujing, Huitong, and Luyuan, these are the four school mottos of our school."

The director is introducing.

Chen Yi's gaze swept around the campus from time to time.

In this campus, there are sculptures and creepers everywhere, and the architecture and nature each account for half.

People often describe this campus like this:

'The West Lake is full of gold, and the clear waves are sparkling

Elephant mountains are emerald green, and egrets are dotted...’

 …

A group of people gradually walked towards the School of Plastic Arts.

After entering the teaching building, on both sides of the corridor, or in the central exhibition hall, you can often see excellent students' homework or copies of masters' works.

The footsteps of the four stopped at the door of a studio and looked inside.

In the studio, students from the two lower grade classes of the oil painting department are taking sketching and sketching classes - "drawing the human body". The small studio is crowded with about 30 people.

Then I saw a young girl walking out of the locker room wearing a bathrobe-like dress.

She walked to the long European-style sofa covered with blue flannel, and she calmly asked the teacher who was wearing black-rimmed glasses:

"Lying on your back, lying on your side, or sitting?"

"Lie flat, and I'll tell you about other movements."

The teacher replied.

After he gestured a few times, the young girl reached out and untied the nightgown on her body, took two steps and put the nightgown on the chair not far away, then walked back to the sofa and lay flat on it .

Chen Yi calmly looked at the young model's body.

The face is not pretty, but the body is very good, the skin is soft and white under the light, and there are no moles or scars that are too big to be seen on the body. A ribbed body with a little girlish plumpness.

Chen Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at the students.

These young students should be taking this kind of human body class for the first time or the second time.

Most of the girls' faces were a little red, on the contrary, the faces of the boys were much better, and most of them were staring.

Some of them had smiles on their faces, some pretended to be calm, and some exchanged glances with their classmates...

 …

timely.

The teacher in the classroom noticed the big men at the door, and immediately stood up.

He looked a little nervous.

"I haven't had time to ask, which school did Mr. Chen graduate from? Is there a teacher? Maybe we still know each other?"

The thin old professor Weng Danxian looked at the young teacher who came up, half-closed his eyes, and asked seemingly casually.

In the oil painting circle.

Which Academy of Fine Arts did you graduate from, which school did you follow, who did you learn from, is it famous, is it powerful...

Or, have you ever studied in Europe, studied oil painting in a classical academy of fine arts, etc., are all very important!

As long as you put your information on it, for these old painters, you may be able to figure out the same for your painters.

After all, no one can acquire good skills on their own.

"I have an undergraduate degree, and I am not an art major."

Chen Yi didn't seem to understand the meaning of the old professor's words, so he responded calmly.

After a pause, he said again:

"After graduation, I have been figuring it out by myself, and I like to find some paintings of masters on the Internet to learn from."

"I prefer 'Raphael Sanci', 'David', and 'Titian'."

Chen Yi arrived calmly.

Hear his words.

Weng Danxian and Professor Sun Jinggang looked at each other, and the importance they attached to Chen Yi suddenly became much lighter.

 …

"Welcome Director Bi, Professor Weng, and Professor Sun to come and guide us!"

The young teacher in the studio came out and shouted respectfully.

Finally, he turned his gaze to Chen Yi.

"This is Chen Yi, a master."

"Chen Yi, this is Teacher Liu Xiaodong Liu, a very outstanding young artist."

Director Bi Deyi introduced.

"Mr. Chen, hello."

"Hello."

Chen Yi and Liu Xiaodong shook hands.

"Ms. Liu is taking a human body class?"

Director Bi glanced at the classroom and said.

"Um."

"It hasn't started yet, I'm going to give the students the main points."

Liu Xiaodong nodded and responded.

"I don't know how Mr. Chen sketches, why don't you let Mr. Chen demonstrate it to the students?"

The fat professor Sun Jinggang who was standing aside suddenly interrupted.

Hearing his words, several people immediately turned their eyes to Chen Yi.

Chen Yi raised his eyes, glanced at the faces of the four people, then nodded slightly, and said:

"If that's the case, then I'm making a fool of myself."

After he finished speaking, even brighter smiles appeared on the faces of several people.

 …

Two professors, a department head, and Chen Yi walked into the studio, Liu Xiaodong closed the door again, and finally walked in.

Several people first nodded to the young model as a greeting.

In China, some concepts have not yet changed.

These models are often not respected, and most models do not even tell their parents at home about their profession.

Teacher Liu Xiaodong walked up to the students and said a few words, roughly meaning that he invited Chen Yi, an excellent painter, to give a demonstration to everyone.

At the same time, he gave up his original position.

Chen Yi sat in front of Liu Xiaodong's easel, glanced at all the painting utensils, and then raised his head to look at the young model.

It seems to be aware of the young girl's cramping.

Chen Yi suddenly stood up.

He picked up a garland and some jewelry from the side, and went up to the girl, and put them on her.

"very beautiful."

Chen Yi praised.

It can be seen that the young girl's cheeks were immediately stained with a slight blush, and she showed some sweet smiles, and the whole person relaxed a little.

Communicating with models and establishing a good atmosphere are also what professional painters must do.

If, as a painter, you are a bit cramped, nervous, and unable to be calm when drawing models, do you still expect other models to perform well?

Professor Sun, Professor Weng, and Director Bi nodded upon seeing this.

 …

Chen Yi sat back in his seat.

His fingertips slid across the carbon strips and pencils, and finally he held a sharpened pencil.

Several professors, directors, and a teacher stood behind Chen Yi, looking at his drawing board.

Some students also left their easels one after another, and walked behind Chen Yi curiously.

Chen Yi glanced at them, then looked away.

He picked up the pen, then dropped it on the drawing board, drawing out lines one by one.

Chen Yi started very casually, not following the so-called sketching steps at all...

He directly draws soft outlines on the paper with the pencil in his hand.

Then it starts to determine the inner contour of the face, followed by facial features, bones, muscles, skin...

Directly, it is advancing layer by layer from top to bottom on the screen. Every time you advance, the screen will be reset a little.

The beautiful and soft lines are constantly intertwined and intertwined...

Chen Yi devoted himself completely to the painting.

He was completely unaware of the shocking mood of the people behind him at this moment!

Among these people, if the students are semi-professionals, then the professors and teachers are all real professionals!

As soon as they saw Chen Yi's 'beautiful and delicate' lines to the extreme, the lines were constantly enlarged in their pupils!

They almost exclaimed!