Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

The Bin University Academy of Fine Arts is not far from the College of Arts.

In addition to this building, the Academy of Fine Arts also has an art gallery open to the public, displaying excellent works of art at all levels and occasionally hosting foreign painting exhibitions.

Limingyue followed Shen Yanbing into the building. Paintings were hung on both sides of the corridor. It was time for class. The teacher's voice was heard from time to time in the open classroom, and more often there was silence.

Shen Yanbing took people to the administrative office first, and Liming Yue greeted the teacher and counselor one by one, and was arranged to go to the studio amidst a smile.

"Your name is not on the roster of teachers, there is no assessment, and it is not considered an official student." Shen Yanbing walked up the stairs with her and explained, "If someone asks you, just say that you are a student."

She sent a schedule of classroom schedules from the Academy of Fine Arts to Liming Yue, "If you are interested, please go up."

Limingyue nodded happily. She had only contacted calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, and had no knowledge of modern sketches, colors, and oil paintings. The clay sculptures, prints, and designs written on them confuse her even more.

"There is more to learn here than I thought." Her Royal Highness tilted her head, "What is an introduction to the basic principles of Marxism?"

"...You can go and listen if you are interested."

The classroom space in the Academy of Fine Arts was larger than usual. Shen Yanbing took her into a studio with few people. According to the instructions of the teacher in the previous office, he brought a new drawing board and drawing paper. Liming Yue took out the paint box he brought with him. , Looked around and quietly sat down.

But her movement still caused the people in front to turn their heads.

The moment their eyes met, both of them were surprised.

"Hey, Limingyue? Why are you here too?"

The girl with short hair laughed, her apple face was cute and playful, "So you are also from the Academy of Fine Arts, so I would like to have a meal next time!"

Limingyue blinked, remembering her name, Cheng Guoli, and correcting: "I'm just an observer."

"Know?" Shen Yanbing was a little surprised, Limingyue never mentioned that she had made friends.

Limingyue nodded and explained: "The library helped me."

"It's a good thing to make more friends." Shen Yanbing smiled and turned to look at the short-haired girl with a smile, "Mingyue just came here, so please take care of me."

Cheng Guoli was stunned by the opponent, and immediately responded, "Of course."

"I'm leaving first." Shen Yanbing bent forward and said, "Send me a WeChat or call if you have something to do."

"I'm not necessarily in the office. Tell me before you come."

Limingyue nodded obediently, "Okay."

When Shen Yanbing left the door, she exhaled for a long time, overcoming the tension in the unfamiliar environment, and greeted Cheng Guoli.

Cheng Guoli sat down, only then did he remember the other party's answer just now, and asked in confusion, "Listen?"

"Yeah." Limingyue lowered her head, opened the newly bought sketching textbook, and began to learn the three-dimensional structure.

When she was in Wuhuang's studio, there was Liu Yu. She devoted herself to the traditional Chinese painting meticulous style that the other party was good at. Although the performance of He Ye and other children in the studio showed that the mainstream had changed, there was no suitable opportunity to systematically interact with others. Painting school.

Now is the best time.

Cheng Guoli kept looking at her, his eyes fell on the drawing board, lost in thought, as if he understood something.

"It's the first time to paint, isn't it? Don't worry, if you stay here for a while, you will definitely make rapid progress!"

She looked at Liming Yue's apparently unfamiliar fruit sketching work, and looked up at the time, "There are still eight minutes to go to class. Let me help you change it!"

With that said, she drew a 4B pencil from her pencil case and drastically changed the outline and shadow of the apple. Liming Yue stared at her movements meticulously, and when she was finished, she sighed: "Much better than what I painted. "

Cheng Guoli smiled: "You are a novice, but I have practiced thousands of copies."

After that, a teacher entered the studio, and the students around who were talking were quiet. The teacher simply arranged the task, and the rest of the time was given to the students to paint on the plaster statue.

Limingyue sat in the corner, carefully observing the plaster figure on the table. She only felt that she could not start. Cheng Guoli didn't understand why a complete novice entered here, and she spread his hands towards her with little energy and energy.

The princess smiled indifferently, took the sketch tutorial and turned the pages of the book.

Xu is that she is really too prominent. The teacher who was sitting in the chair doing nothing suddenly noticed her, remembering the greeting Shen Yanbing had said in the office before, and approached to take care of her: "Can you keep up?"

The other party only heard that she was a talented girl, and obviously didn't understand the true level of Liming Yue.

Her Royal Highness shook her head honestly, pointed to the geometric shapes and simple still life she had only learned, and smiled embarrassedly.

The sketch teacher suffocated the spit on his lips, "It's okay, take your time, you can come to me to revise one after you have finished practicing."

"Thank you teacher." Liming Yue whispered softly, immersed in her own world again.

——I didn't notice the curious glances around me at all.

Cheng Guoli couldn't help but re-examined the other party, and secretly guessed the origin of the other party.

Liming Yue certainly didn't really fail to notice these scorching eyes.

She just doesn't care.

The pencil line in her hand traversed over and over again, and a light core ink shadow was smeared on the edge of her right hand. She earnestly understood the concepts of perspective and light and shadow, contemplated the structure and the details of light and shade, and she was full of thoughts.

Sitting in the office, Shen Yanbing listened to the chatter of the counselor Guo Jing. He looked at the phone and nodded from time to time to signal that he was listening.

"Will Teacher Shen go to a class to give a small lecture tonight?" Guo Jing looked at her hopefully. "The freshmen have just entered school and are still uncertain. You are their head teacher. Talk to them about their four-year university studies. How to plan, how to study major, or give them a name or direction."

"My undergraduate is not a Chinese department."

"..." Guo Jing was speechless, and all the drafts to be received later suffocated.

Shen Yanbing glanced at her and smiled: "But you can still talk about it."

——Somehow she also dropped the position of class teacher, she also had to show a little attitude.

Guo Jing got up moved and talked for a while, then opened the door of the office, took a step and left with a few words.

Turning his head, he almost ran into someone. Guo Jing subconsciously apologized. When he saw the person, he raised a smile: "Hello, Teacher Zhou."

"Teacher Guo has worked hard." Zhou Ying smiled and closed the door.

Shen Yanbing looked at her amusedly, "How long have you been waiting outside?"

Zhou Ying threw the textbooks she had just finished the class to her office and lay on the leather sofa, "Oh my God, she can read too much, you can stand it for so long!"

"I'm just waiting for you to break in and interrupt her speech." Shen Yanbing said helplessly, "The new counselor, please be considerate as much as possible."

"This is beyond the level of nervousness. I think she is a little anxious." Zhou Ying asked, "What about my younger sister?"

Shen Yanbing reacted for half a second, "Dawn Moon?"

"Otherwise?" Zhou Ying raised her eyebrows, strode to the desk and sat down, leaning forward, looking at her suspiciously, "Suddenly found out, did she not call your sister?"

Shen Yanbing touched the tip of his nose with his right hand and immediately retracted, "Why haven't he shouted."

Zhou Ying didn't believe it: "I haven't heard of it once."

"She is introverted and doesn't like calling people." Shen Yanbing said half-truth.

Zhou Ying stared at her, seeming to move: "She has called me many times, it's sweet!"

Shen Yanbing's back was sitting upright and leaning relaxedly on the back of the office chair, his tone casual: "What do you want to express?"

"You said—" Zhou Ying coughed, turned her head, and touched her chin. "Will she like me?"

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Shen Yanbing's mouth twitched slightly, "Like...you?"

Zhou Ying recalled, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was something like this, frowning as she frowned, "Hey, you said, it's not appropriate."

Shen Yanbing took the glass and sipped his mouth, not wanting to respond to the opponent.

"I haven't talked to a girl before, this alas." Zhou Ying said to her lips, thinking of Shen Yanbing's sexual orientation, she had to cut off, and became curious, "How did you talk to Xu Nuo in the first place? Have you never liked women before?"

Shen Yanbing glanced at her, looking as though he was too lazy to care about her.

Zhou Ying completely missed the question and said, "Would you like me to introduce a few high-quality men to you? Don't you set your gender so deadly."

"Shut up." Shen Yanbing didn't lift his eyelids, "I will introduce my aunt to you next time."

"Ha, how can this be the same, I am a matchmaker, she is a matchmaker!" Zhou Ying leaned closer, "I really don't think about it, quack quack~"

Shen Yanbing pushed her face away mercilessly, "I'm leaving."

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

Shen Yanbing didn't turn his head back, "Come up."

Limingyue sent her a WeChat message, and when Shen Yanbing came downstairs, she happened to be coming over.

With long hair tied behind his head, the ends of the hair hung down docilely, carrying a school bag, and wearing an ordinary short shirt and trousers, but the person is very dazzling.

The two naturally walked towards the cafeteria. Liming Yue asked, "Aren't sister Zhou together today?"

"..." Shen Yanbing had to turn his head to look at her, "Do you want her to come?"

Zhou Ying did often eat with them during this time, and it was not a deliberate agreement. Most of the time, it just happened to be together for dinner, just like Shen Yanbing eating with her when he was studying, it all depends on fate.

Liming Yue asked Shen Yanbing unexpectedly, and shook his head: "It's just strange."

"What's so strange." Shen Yanbing frowned, "Don't worry about her."

Limingyue quietly glanced at her, and obediently said "Oh".

After arriving in the canteen, the two people ordered their meals skillfully. Liming Yue took a seat first. After a while, Shen Yanbing brought a glass of orange juice and moved it to her.

"How about in the studio in the afternoon?"

Liming Yue thought for a while, "Very good."

Seeing that Shen Yanbing was still waiting for the following, she had no choice but to continue, "I have been drawing sketches. I will draw a lot of shadows of geometric shapes."

"There are still a lot of fruits." Liming Yue added, "The teacher said the painting is good."

——This can be regarded as her modest moderation. After the teacher saw it, she didn't believe that she hadn't learned it. Cheng Guoli also praised her shading.

She didn't say that, Shen Yanbing could actually guess it, smiling: "You are amazing!"

Liming Yue's ear tips were reddish, "I know."

Shen Yanbing's chopsticks paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose-this is a small tacit understanding between the two.

The author has something to say: I'm too busy during the day, so I write it out at night, and I must save it on weekends.

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