"Did you hear it, the professionals have come to comment, a half-assed person like you, it's better to shut up early and stand obediently as your model!" Wu Zhao proudly puffed up his chest, looking at his arrogant appearance, Zhang Mazi almost jumped up angrily.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Jingda! You can't just favor him, what do you think of my clothes? Bought on Taobao, nine yuan and nine free shipping! Zhang Mazi immediately tugged at Jing Zhongzheng's clothes and yelled at him.

"You... It's very avant-garde, I have to say that your aesthetic is really weird, but now, I don't think it's a problem at all to be on the Paris fashion show. After looking at the strange color scheme of Zhang Mazi's shirt, and his thing that was so torn that it was almost to the base of his thigh, I don't know which strange Taobao store would buy it, Jing Zhongzheng pinched his chin and judged.

"Did you hear that? Paris fashion show, oh also! Now it was Zhang Mazi's turn to be happy, Wu Zhao shook his head, this idiot always has to worry about him on this kind of issue.

"Don't be noisy, be quiet in class, don't jump around, as a model, it's not allowed to have large body movements, if you were in another studio, I would have fired you a long time ago, did you hear?!" When Jing Zhongzheng heard this, he didn't directly stop the two of them, after all, who called this the gold master, they could only tremble like a winter cicada and then close their mouths.

"Quiet, from now on, I'm a teacher, and you're not." Jing Zhongzheng knocked on the blackboard and said to the students in the audience.

Of course, most of his attention was still on Fang Ling'er, who was frowning and knowing the brush, and the others would not attract too much attention from him.

Who made her Fang Ling'er, Jing Zhongzheng sighed inaudibly, yes, who made her Fang Ling'er.

"Fate, it's such a strange thing." Shaking his head, Inaka began his teaching for the day.

...

"Okay,Today's class is also here.,You can go back.,In addition, I won't assign another homework today.,You will re-paint what you assigned last time and then hand it in.,I want to see this time the painting is more exciting than the last time.,Otherwise,I advise you to quit this studio quickly.,Painting this kind of thing,Not only need to learn.,But also need talent.,If you don't paint well, you can find reasons in these two aspects.,I've never liked to tell you this kind of thing euphemistically.,This is a very serious thing., If you feel that you can't continue to study, go directly to the front desk and say that the tuition will be refunded to you on a daily basis. ”

"See you next time."

Inaka pushed his glasses and walked out of the studio with his sketchpad in his hand, although his words were sharp, but his classmates didn't seem to care much, they were still packing up their things, and they were giggling and messing around.

"Mr. Inaka is right, everything needs talent, and there are things that can be achieved without talent and hard work, although there are, but there are very few, and engaging in art is indeed a very sad process, for people who have no talent, just drawing line drawings will kill him." Shrugging his shoulders, one of the students said.

"But diligence can make up for it, and I wasn't like this at the beginning, it's just the amount of time." Another student replied.

"In that case, I'm probably the most gifted kind." Touching his chin, Wu Zhao said.

"." Zhang Mazi rushed at him.

"Shut up." Wu Zhao despised Zhang Mazi for a moment, his gaze turned to the side and Fang Ling'er, who had been quietly recognizing the paintbrush in his hand, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"This girl doesn't look like a person who can draw, to be honest, those pens are not that important, but Mr. Jing arranged such a complicated process for her, I think he can see it." Looking at Fang Ling'er's struggling appearance, Wu Zhao whispered.

"Talent does seem to be a very important thing..."Zhang Mazi also agreed with Wu Zhao's words this time.

"Who's to say it can't? In terms of painting, I think it's still the kind where the master leads the way and the practice depends on the individual, all in all, we can't help her, or it depends on whether she can communicate with herself. After packing up his things, Wu Zhao led Zhang Mazi out of the studio, and it was not interesting to stay here if it was not a class time.

Soon, Fang Ling'er was the only one left in the empty studio.

The huge room, the lonely people, and the rustling of the gel pen on the paper, how many days and nights, I think everyone who has ever studied seriously will have this experience.

"I... Is it true that there is no talent? Fang Ling'er's face was gloomy, there was no problem with her ears, the conversation between Wu Zhao and Zhang Mazi completely fell into her ears, and it was a painful thing to accept her own shortcomings.

"Really, is that really the case?" Fang Ling'er looked at her hands, she shook her head in pain.

"What can I do, I'm just relying on my own face..."Fang Ling'er suddenly felt a little relieved, the beginning of her happy life, wasn't it because of this face? Gu Xingzhi would not fall in love with an unbeautiful Fang Ling'er, and Jing Zhongzheng would not fall in love with a girl who was so ordinary that she couldn't be more ordinary.

She Fang Ling'er was born with a higher starting point than others, but she was useless except for this face, she thought so herself.

"I, I'd rather not do that!" Fang Ling'er shuddered and took out a utility knife from her pocket, and she looked at her face in the mirror in the studio.

"I can do better without this face... Because of it, I will have no worries and will not study.." Fang Ling'er's trembling hand slowly raised the utility knife and slashed towards his face.

"Boom!"

"What are you doing!"

A loud shout was heard, and the figure of Inoakamasa reappeared outside the room.

"Put that thing down, it's dangerous!" Jing Zhong was taking a step forward, but Fang Ling'er aimed the utility knife in his hand at his face.

"Don't! Let's say well, don't do stupid things! ”

Words have no effect, Fang Ling'er is also a very selfish person in a certain way, and she will never interrupt her thoughts because of someone else's words, and after seeing that the utility knife was about to cut a terrible wound on that beautiful face, Jing Zhongzheng hurriedly rushed over.

"Let it go!"

Jing Zhongzheng knocked Fang Ling'er down, and the utility knife sank deep into Jing Zhongzheng's shoulder blade because of its misalignment.

"Tell me, what the hell are you thinking? Why can't you think of self-harm? Jing Zhongzheng didn't care about his injuries, but grabbed Fang Ling'er's shoulder, who was crushed on his body, and yelled at her.

"I..."

"If you live, you should live well, and what good will it do you do to yourself? Don't say that you yourself will suffer from self-harm, but the people around you will not? Self-harm doesn't bring you anything, not even sympathy, pity, that's not going to happen, others will just call you stupid! You're stupid! You're insane, do you understand?! Jing Zhong was shouting loudly, but Fang Ling'er, whose eyes were foggy, still didn't listen to his words, she had fallen into a state of demonic confusion.

"No, no, give me back my knife..."Fang Ling'er's hand held the handle of the utility knife stuck in the shoulder blade of the well, and she muttered.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap resounded throughout the studio, and the palm that was raised high in the well and the hot pain on Fang Ling'er's face formed an inexplicable feeling, but this feeling was inseparable from the pain.

Is it a pain in the hand, a pain in the face, or a pain in the heart?

Inakamasa didn't speak, he knew his shoulder was slowly spilling blood, but it didn't matter.

Skin injuries are never important because most of them heal on their own, but heart disease can't be cured, and it takes a long time to come out of it.

Jing Zhongzheng could see that Fang Ling'er had fallen into the misunderstanding of self-doubt, so she would do such a stupid thing, otherwise, she would never do that in normal times.

"Hey, why do such a stupid thing? You hurt, I hurt too. Jing Zhongzheng sighed helplessly and said suddenly.

"Don't do this again, I'll get Li Yue back later, I hope you can take good care of yourself, no matter what, cherish your life and your life, this matter will never be wrong, it's rare for people to live a lifetime, what's the point of living a wonderful life?"

"Think about it, I'll find someone to come over and watch you later, at least until Li Yue comes, I won't let you act alone anymore." Jing Zhongzheng had a utility knife stuck in his shoulder, and he just walked out, and then left Fang Ling'er here.

Although he also wanted to give Fang Ling'er a warm arm, he knew that he would never be that person.

This is the principle of Jing Zhongzheng, and it is also his bottom line, and it is really difficult for someone like him to break the bottom line.

...

"Ten minutes, fortunately, I suddenly wanted to eat beef noodles near the building, so I had time to come back." Li Yue yawned and looked at Jing Zhongzheng, who was sitting on a chair in the office and browsing documents, this guy was still so calm even if he had a knife stuck in his shoulder.

"Having said that, your calm appearance reminds me of a person." Li Yue sat next to him and laughed.

"Who?"

"Guan Yu."

"You've always been like him, haven't you? Don't admit it, you are arrogant and arrogant, just like Guan Yu, you are also pretentious, looking down on those who claim to be powerful, but you are blue-eyed to those who were born poor, brave and resourceful, but... Even Guan Yu had a day when he lost Maicheng. Li Yue rubbed her fingers on the handle of the utility knife for a while, and he said.

"But it's still early that day, and now it's time to scrape the bones and heal the poison." Li Yue took out his tools from the sterilization box he was carrying.