Qu Zhi slept for a day, and only got up at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, after getting up, he went to the water room to wash up, and when everything was cleaned up, the roommates came back from class.

"Qu Zhi, you can do it, you asked for sick leave and didn't go to class, it turned out that I slept for a day. Look at your spirit, you don't look like you're sick. ”

"Be quiet, don't let others hear, I have an important task to do, and it will be good for you. ”

"you, I'm sure I'm going to pick up girls at night, it's good for us?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm going to do something right tonight, and you will understand by following our group's Weibo tomorrow, lying to you that I am a grandson. ”

"That's okay, if you dare to lie to us tomorrow, just prepare to bleed, at least it must be a small fry on the second floor. ”

"No problem, even if I don't lie to you, I'll ask for a little stir-fry tomorrow. However, if I don't come back in the evening, you'll have to figure out how to do it. ”

"Okay, you can go in peace. ”

Qu Zhi scolded with a smile, walked out of the dormitory, and walked towards the school gate, thinking about yesterday's events as he walked.

It turned out that yesterday the group gathered, Hu Jincan said that Su Tuo's exhibition in London will start tomorrow, and he has a friend in London who will go to see the exhibition. The landlord proposed to let the person send the scene in real time, with text and pictures, and then he could do a live text broadcast on the Internet. The idea was unanimously approved, and later due to the time difference, the live broadcast would take place at night, so the three boys were in shift.

On the first day, it was straight.

Qu Zhi walked out of the school gate, went directly to the snack shop and made a big bowl of beef noodles, and then went to the Internet café he frequented, and he had to book a night today.

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The National Academy of Fine Arts, located in LA City, Ngan Dong Province, is an art academy focusing on traditional arts, and several masters of Chinese painting led by Huang Yu have studios on campus. Of course, this is not to say that the college does not have a major in Western painting, just as the University of Arts focuses on Western art, and does not also have a major in Chinese painting?

Jin Shangfei, who majored in realistic oil painting at Gome, has a good relationship with Huamei Hu Jincan. Following Hu Jincan's example, he also set up a realistic painting group in Gome. Naturally, the members are similar to Hu Jincan's side, there are not many.

It's convenient to get together with fewer people, and they usually eat together. Today, like this, Jin Shangfei talked eloquently while eating, and the content of the talk was what Hu Jincan told him a few days ago about the Beijing Songzhuzhai pen trial meeting.

"Damn, is there such an exaggeration, Huang Lao can be shocked?" Gu Pingkai, who was wearing glasses, sat opposite, and he was shocked by Huang Lao's shock.

"What happened at the scene is more interesting than I can tell, do you know Fan Weidao?"

Gu Pingkai said: "Of course I know, the Internet has been talking about him in the past few days, and the bottom has dropped." A coal boss who had never studied art or could not paint at all actually relied on drilling all the way to become the vice chairman of the Artists Association, and this time the face of the Artists Association was lost to his grandmother's house. ”

"As the vice chairman of the Artists Association, I was the first guest of honor to participate in the pen test. But in the end, there was no one willing to talk to him, and he became completely transparent. ”

"It's no wonder that others, the purpose of his trip is not pure, it is completely aimed at Su Tuo, who stood up and cheered for Guan Qingshan, and he deserved that fate. ”

The beautiful woman with long hair next to her was named Liu Ruoxu, and she said at this time: "No, since Fan Weidao has been picked up, why hasn't the Artists Association made any moves? Even if he is not dismissed, he must be punished, right?"

Jin Shangfei said: "Don't worry about this, he can be a coal boss, doesn't the American Association know about it?"

Speaking of which, several people had eaten almost, and after hearing a prompt tone, Jin Shangfei took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and said: "Huamei Lao Hu There are few people in their group, even then they have a certified Weibo account, should we also get one?"

"They're blogging again?" said a little fat man, a little fat man from western Jinxi who has a resounding name called Wang Jinbang.

Jin Shangfei said while dragging the screen: "It's gone, you can also take a look." ”

Gu Pingkai was still eating, and said, "What to say first, don't read it if it's not important." ”

"Just a few photos, all foreigners, queuing up in a big shopping mall-like place, I grass, foreigners can queue up for such a long time? It's obviously morning, and the shops next to it haven't opened yet......

Liu Ruoxu ate very elegantly, chewed slowly, and swallowed completely before saying: "The scene you described, I have seen in France, what kind of discount day such as Black Friday, people who rush to buy need to queue up." It's funny to say that most of the people in line are our compatriots. ”

"It's different, this time the queue is all foreigners, and the line has made several turns, and it is like a dragon in the mall. ”

"No compatriot has a dragon, it's all our symbol, hehe. The little fat man Wang Jinbang said while eating.

Jin Shangfei looked at it and frowned, and said, "There is a text introduction, I'll read it to you." ”

A few people did not speak, and pricked up their ears, because the cafeteria was very noisy, and it was not easy to listen to it after a long speech.

"If you're curious about the picture above, please don't be impatient, I'll have to start from the beginning.

Anyway, the boss of our group, Hu Boss, actually knows a foreign guest, his name is Jason, he studied at the School of Art of the University of Oxford, England, majoring in art history and principles, to put it bluntly, he is an artist who can't draw. He especially liked our Chinese paintings, did a lot of research, and had some experience in the identification of ancient paintings, so he gave himself a Chinese name, called Jianzhen.

The name is very appropriate to his research direction, he knows that there was a famous monk who also had this name, and he also knows that this monk has spread culture to the east, and he also hopes that he can spread culture to the east one day, just like that monk. All I can say is that he is very ambitious, and it takes a few brushes to spread culture to us.

Okay, the background of the characters is introduced. Now it is revealed that the group of pictures just now was sent by Jianzhen a few minutes ago, there is a gallery in the London Mall, and the queue is so long to see an art exhibition, and the name of the exhibition is 'Salon of the Losers'.

Again, this is a real broadcast, not a review, and if you are interested, please don't leave. ”

Liu Ruoxu frowned slightly, "Counting the time difference, it's really morning in London, what is the salon of the loser, why does it attract so many people?" As she spoke, she put down her spoon, took out her mobile phone from her bag, and began to look at it.

In addition to Wang Jinbang, who is still eating, the others are looking at their mobile phones.

A few more pictures were posted, still in line, longer in line. Judging from a panorama above, there must be hundreds of people in the queue, and a few hundred people queuing up is nothing in China, but in London, it is still early in the morning, it is very strange.

"You don't find it, more than 80 percent of the queue are young people, and they seem to be college students. ”

"Is that so, is the Losers Sharon an organization of young people?"

Qu Zhi sent another text later: "Alas, after this paragraph, someone will definitely scold me." But if I don't say it, I'll be scolded even harder.

Well, the exhibition is Su Tuo's, and there are only two sketches of the work. ”