When Zhang Qingyuan went to class, the whiteness on Fang Miaoling's chest still appeared in front of him from time to time, as well as the two plumps that made his blood surge, and, looking at Fang Miaoling's appearance, although he hurriedly covered his chest and looked angry, but in Zhang Qingyuan's feelings, Fang Miaoling didn't seem to be angry, and even in that strange tone, there was a sense of seduction that wanted to refuse and welcome, which made Zhang Qingyuan think of this, and he couldn't help but have a strange feeling in his heart, very subtle, and seemed to expect something to happen.

When he arrived at the door of the classroom, Zhang Qingyuan finally suppressed this thought, straightened up, pushed the door and walked into the classroom.

This time, it was not in the lecture hall last time, but in the studio, sketch class, no matter how much theoretical things were taught, it was still better to improve the level of students than practice.

For students of fashion design, sketching is the foundation of entry, but it is also the most important, if you don't even perform well in your own design ideas, let alone complete the sublimation of design ideas to ready-to-wear, even if you make it, it is not satisfactory.

In fact, there are so many things in the theory of sketching, and over the years, students are naturally tired of listening to it, even Zhang Qingyuan is impossible to talk about flowers, and the best way to show his ability and make students progress rapidly is naturally the guidance in practice.

Therefore, at the end of the last class, Zhang Qingyuan said that this class needs to be in the studio.

Entering the classroom, there was a lot of noise inside, and when he saw Zhang Qingyuan walking in, he immediately fell silent, obviously, Zhang Qingyuan left a deep impression on the second-grade students in the last class, even if it was not yet time for class.

There were no tables in the studio, except for the chairs where everyone sits. It's all things like lighting, plaster casts, prop models. The students looked at Zhang Qingyuan with adoring looks one by one, and kept turning their necks with his steps. As if a positioning system had been installed, the eyes followed closely.

Zhang Qingyuan walked among the students. slapped his face and said with a smile: "Everyone hasn't painted for two months, how is it, do you have any hands?" ”

"Teacher, no!"

"We painted at home during the summer vacation."

"That's it, don't underestimate us, teacher, we're very well-behaved."

"Hehe, teacher, you won't know if we draw it later."

……

After Zhang Qingyuan finished speaking. The surrounding students all stood up and gathered around Zhang Qingyuan, with excitement and enthusiasm on their faces, and most of them were girls, chattering non-stop.

Seeing that Zhang Qingyuan was only in class for the second time, he was sought after by the girls in the class, which made many boys feel uncomfortable, but they were helpless, after all, Zhang Qingyuan was a teacher. It was normal for students to gather around him.

However, when the boys saw that Jiang Xinyou, who had never joined in the fun, was also in the girls' pile, and even stood in the front row, talking and laughing with Zhang Qingyuan. Most of the boys widened their eyes with incredulous looks.

Hong Desheng, on the other hand, was extremely unhappy when he looked at it on the chair on the side, and clenched his fists. Xindao You are a little white face, isn't it just that you have read for two more years. What's the big deal, the salary is only 5,000. You can deceive these girls now, that's because they haven't stepped into the society yet, of course they think you're amazing, and when they enter the society, under the needs of life, they will naturally be successful and rich, as for you, it's better to stand aside.

However, there are those who are jealous of Zhang Qingyuan, and there are many people who admire him, after all, he is only a few years older than him, and he is already an associate professor, thinking that if he is a girl, he must also be interested in him, because it is really awesome!

Thinking of this, many boys began to be obscene, fantasizing that one day in the future, they would be surrounded by a group of girls.

At this moment, the class bell rang, Zhang Qingyuan wiped his sweat very uncomfortably in the middle, and deliberately said with a bitter face: "My old bottom is about to be wiped out by you, and if the class bell doesn't ring again, I really have to explain it cleanly, and the household registration check is not so strict......"

Hearing Zhang Qingyuan's joking, the girls all laughed, bursting into a burst of crisp laughter like silver bells, and then they all glanced at Zhang Qingyuan sideways, and returned to their positions with a smile.

Zhang Qingyuan looked around, and when he saw a group of boys staring at him like wolves, he was slightly stunned, and then thought of Jiang Xinyou standing beside him just now, and suddenly understood in his heart, but he didn't care, and said with a smile:

"Alright, let's start class now."

Zhang Qingyuan paused, and then said: "We have a total of three classes in the second grade, I want to ask who the leaders of the three classes are first?" ”

After Zhang Qingyuan asked, Jiang Xinyou was the first to stand up and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhang, I am the class leader of the first class, Jiang Xinyou." ”

Zhang Qingyuan nodded to her, then looked around, looking at the two boys who stood up again, Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but be happy, Hong Desheng needless to say, he had an intersection with Zhang Qingyuan on the first day of class, and the other boy, Zhang Qingyuan also had the impression that it was Fang Lin, who pretended to be stupid and wanted to grab Hong Desheng's position in the last class, looking at his monkey spirit and monkey spirit, he didn't expect to be the class leader.

But I heard the two of them say: "Teacher Zhang, I am Hong Desheng, the leader of the second class." "Teacher Zhang, I'm Fang Lin, the leader of the third class."

Zhang Qingyuan nodded, glanced at the three of them and said: "Because we are three classes together, although the venue is large, but we draw character sketches, we must mainly observe from the front, so we are still divided into three areas by class." ”

Whether it is a figure sketch or a still life sketch, generally the model and still life are sitting, standing or posing against the wall, and the painter forms a semicircle and paints from his own angle, after all, it is easy to draw if you can see it clearly, so the number of people cannot be too large.

"So, this requires three models, please organize it with three class leaders, and arrange students to be models in each class, because the time for our sketching is short, basically 15 minutes can be completed, but now the first period is delayed for a while, so I jihua is to draw one for each small class, and two models are needed for two sections, please organize the three of you."

After speaking, Zhang Qingyuan smiled at the students again: "Students, is there a problem?" ”

"Nope!"

The 90 students all spoke in unison, after all, the sketching time is short, and the sketch is mainly about the big effect, and the model can move a little. And if it's a sketch model, no one wants to be it, because it takes at least two hours, and under normal circumstances, he can't move, because he needs to grasp the details, and there is the difference between light and shadow, if you are a master, you can not care about these, but for these students, memory alone is not enough.

Although Hong Desheng has a strong sour taste towards Zhang Qingyuan, after all, it is the teacher's order, and he is the class leader, so naturally he will not be disobedient, so he still arranges the models in his class with the other two class leaders, and it will be arranged after a while.

And the first model in each class is the three class leaders, no way, since he is the class leader, he has to lead by example.

And after the assignment, of course, the students in the first class were the most excited, because their class leader was a big beauty, and all the boys were secretly happy in their hearts, and they could keep staring at Jiang Xinyou openly and honestly, without worrying about being discovered, it was really good.

At this time, some students in class 2 and class 3 raised their hands and smiled: "Hehe, Teacher Zhang, what if...... What, there are still vacancies in other classes, can there be no restrictions on the models in the class? ”

"Well, what?" Zhang Qingyuan looked at the student with some confusion and wondered.

Hearing that Zhang Qingyuan still didn't understand, all the students immediately cheered up, Zhang Qingyuan, who was laughing, was a little embarrassed, and the student scratched his head slightly embarrassed and said, "Teacher Zhang, that's it...... Is it possible to go to another class to draw? ”

Zhang Qingyuan suddenly understood, couldn't help glaring at him, and then glanced at Jiang Xinyou, who was a little embarrassed, and said angrily: "If there is, of course you can, there is no limit to this, but this is the homework you have to hand in, so ......"

Zhang Qingyuan looked at him with a smile and said, "Don't patronize people, you don't have time to draw, don't blame me for failing when the time comes." ”

Zhang Qingyuan's words suddenly made the classroom daxiao again, and the student also said embarrassedly: "Hehe, no, no, no, Teacher Zhang, don't worry, I will draw well." ”

Zhang Qingyuan nodded and said, "That's fine." After speaking, he looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It's 10:37, and at 10:55, the students will hand me the sketches." ”

These art students have studied painting for at least a year in high school, and it has been two years since their freshman year, so basically all of them have experience as models, and the students made a little noise when they first grabbed their seats, and when they sat down, they all quieted down, except for the 'swish' of carbon pencils on the sketch paper.

It's just that what makes Zhang Qingyuan cry and laugh is that there are 90 people in the class, Zhang Qingyuan roughly estimated, Jiang Xinyou sat there at least 50 people, except for the 14 girls in this class, all of them were boys, densely surrounded by layer after layer, and they had to stand in a circle if they didn't grab it, but this scale is spectacular enough.

And Hong Desheng and Fang Lin have only 15 girls in this class, forming an extremely strange yin and yang decline. And these 15 girls looked at the two of them, showing a strange smile from time to time, and the two who laughed felt furious in their hearts.

Hong Desheng and the two glanced at each other from afar, and they both wanted to beat up that group of unrighteous bastards, grandma's, not even a supporter, and at the same time felt uncomfortable like a cat scratching in their hearts, and they howled miserably in their extremely depressed hearts, such a good opportunity, but they didn't have the share of the two of them at all, is there anything more tragic than this? (To be continued......)

PS: Chapter 2 is before 0:00.