On the afternoon of the 2nd, CAFA began to organize teachers to mark the papers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the huge classroom, one by one, the works were placed on the ground in two columns, and the teachers held a "crutch", poked and poked in the east and west, and poked out and handed it to the staff when they saw it. The grading of art students and cultural courses are different, and cultural courses can have graduate students or even undergraduates to participate in grading, because there are objective questions, as long as there are answers, people can trust them. But the art scroll is different, without a certain vision, there is no way to give points, and it is unfair to students, so basically the people who walk around are very qualified painters.

Whether it is Zhu Yu or Yu Bo, they are not qualified to be marking teachers, they are following behind their teachers at this time, responsible for holding paintings.

"This, this, not qualified. Dean Jiang's crutches slammed and thumped, and one by one they were thrown into the unqualified category.

Zhu Yu still feels quite cool, looking at the papers thrown into the failing grades, he always feels that his efforts and dedication in the past ten years are extraordinarily weighty-scarcity is expensive.

The first step is still relatively fast, much like the ancient imperial examination, which is divided into lists or dethroned, and the standards are all trained.

Concubine Yu walked and ran into Chang Shuo, "You, you should avoid this year." ”

"Didn't you say it earlier, I didn't even come back from jet lag. Chang Shuo was a little tired, smiled, and looked up at Dean Jiang, "Jiang Yuan, they all said that I have a student in it, why don't I avoid it?"

"What do you mean they all say?" Jiang Yuan smiled, "Don't be lazy, one less person will have to drag it back." Hey, this year's standard is not particularly good. ”

"It's okay, we don't have to worry about being released pigeons," Mr. Tian put his hands behind his back, and even the crutches were useless. For example, this roundabout and repeated third tone means that it is not successful and fails. This short and resolute fourth tone represents a passing grade.

Yu Bo pricked up his ears and ran around like a rabbit.

Jiang Yuan nodded, this is also true, other art academies, even if they see a good paper and get a high score, people may not go to it, after all, art candidates, such as Lin Haiwen, who only scatter eagles when he sees rabbits, are unique, and even Xie Jun has to take the test to be a big one. If there are more students taking the exam, there will naturally be better college admissions, so they will go, and as for the rest, they will love it.

Therefore, the gap between the rich and the poor in the Academy of Fine Arts is always getting bigger and bigger, and the Central Academy of Fine Arts and Gome are as high as ever, while other Academy of Fine Arts can only focus on one feature to obtain students, but the role is also limited.

"Hey, hey, this is it, right?"

They commented on sketches, and Mr. Tian was the first to see Lin Haiwen's sketch scroll.

The gang threw away the work in their hands and leaned over, and those in the monitoring team had to smile bitterly and shake their heads. In the end, the Academy of Fine Arts still has some traditional meanings, the standards are in the hearts of the masters, and personal authority is very heavy. If this was a Chinese essay marking, a bunch of teachers crowded together to discuss which teacher's students were - they would have been criticized a long time ago.

A dozen or so people surrounded the sketch of the bust of the young man, and they were amazed.

"I said Chang Shuo, your students have all painted to this extent, you still can't hide it? "Jiang Yuan, let's click.

Teacher Tian smiled, squatted down and took a closer look, "This shape, this line, light and dark, black, white and gray, are all first-class, much older than Yu Bo." Tsk, Mr. Chang, you have spent all this energy on him, right? This is not enough for a full score, why not give an additional score of 20?"

Yu Bo had no choice but to smile bitterly, and he didn't dare to say anything. Zhu Yu stood behind Jiang Yuan, and also saw this painting through the gap, and his heart was complicated, he also knew the benefits of this sketch, and he also knew that he couldn't draw it himself. Say it's jealousy, sort of. But more than that, I still envy - talent is a thing, I can't compare, and I can't afford to be jealous.

Chang Shuo walked over at this time and stood next to Concubine Yu, who was concentrating on the painting, "Is it really so similar?"

Since he met those teachers and listened to them for a round, he guessed that there should be a candidate who learned his style and learned a few kung fu, otherwise he would not be misunderstood by everyone to this extent.

"I'll see—" Chang Shuo's mouth slowly opened slightly, his eyes widened, "This, this." ”

It was as if he saw his thirty-year-old self, and if he had taken it from his studio, he would have to think about it before he could deny it—and not from the painting, but from the fact that he had never painted it.

Concubine Yu stood up on her knees, "Teacher Chang, I believe you, if you have a student to take the exam, it will definitely not be hidden, it's not necessary, right?"

"Uh, yes, yes. ”

Concubine Yu's face was indifferent, and she nodded elegantly, "Then this student, after coming in, I will accept it?" Although the style is more similar to yours, you have to avoid suspicion, otherwise you won't break your promise?"

"Hey, Mr. Yu. ”

"Concubine Yu. ”

"Xiao Yu. ”

Several old men were inspired by Concubine Yu's words, and they all looked at her disapprovingly.

As soon as they spoke, there were fewer others who dared to speak, Dean Jiang, Concubine Yu, Chang Shuo, and the other three, who were basically the big signboards of the oil painting section of the Academy of Fine Arts, and were also the heads of several studios, and the others were basically grouped under them.

"Ahem, Dean Jiang, a few teachers, it's not too late to talk after the evaluation. ”

The leader of the monitoring team, the head of discipline in the academy, will hurry over to extinguish the fire, and see that several people are about to fight.

"Cough," Concubine Yu coughed, reached out and picked up the scroll, and handed it to her student, a young female teacher with long hair fluttering, "Hao Yun, put your little junior brother's scroll away." ”

"Oh. Hao Yun pursed his lips and snickered twice.

The other people, staring, couldn't do anything. Jiang Yuan also squeezed Chang Shuo, and shook his head regretfully, "Chang Shuo, really not your student? If so, you can also recommend it to me, our style is still relatively consistent, and he can learn something different from me." Otherwise, it's not good to carve out a mold like you. ”

Chang Shuo is still a little flustered, this situation is mysterious.

The CAFA evaluation paper is divided into three days, and the first day is to pick out the failing ones and divide them into a ten-point range, such as 90 or more, 80 or more, all the way to 60 or more, all of which are passing grades. The next one will be reviewed once, if someone looks at it, it will be mentioned that the 60 score file will go, which is considered to be an escape, and the rest will also have a score file out, 50, 40, 30, but it doesn't mean much.

The next day is the main event, figuring out the scores below 70, starting to score them one by one on the papers, and entering them directly into the computer on the spot.

On the last day, it is mainly more than 70 points, which is considered a high-score paper, and it has to be carefully evaluated one by one, and the scores are all fine, 78, 82, and the distinction between high-score papers is also here, don't underestimate such a few points, and in the end maybe they determine life and death, after all, a person, he is good at sketching, sketching is not necessarily good, and the advantage subjects can be two more points, which can make up for the disadvantage.

Three days later, these teachers came to the computer, and the scores had not yet been sent to the leading group, but they were almost the same.

"Chang Shuo, a student with four perfect scores, you don't want it if you say don't want it, but it's too generous. Teacher Tian raised his eyebrows, he couldn't teach oil painting anyway, and he was not afraid of big things when he watched the excitement.

"When did I say I don't want to? Students are students, can you still want to?"

"Hey. ”

"Ah, I found it," the staff was surrounded by a group of Daben, and they were also nervous, "This candidate is - Lin Haven." ”

"What?" Chang Shuo was shocked.

Beside him, Jiang Yuan also exclaimed, "Lin Haiwen?"