Beihai Academy of Fine Arts, studio.

"Bang", Sun Hao was awakened by a voice, how did he fall asleep in class, it seems that he also had a strange dream, dreamed of a day trip to the game world, and learned the control of qi.

Sun Hao stretched out his palm to try to gather qi, but there was the slightest change in his palm.

Sun Hao smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "It turned out to be just a dream." ”

Just now, he seemed to hear something, looked around, and found that his mobile phone had fallen to the ground.

The moment he saw the broken screen of his mobile phone, his heart was also broken, and it would cost hundreds to change a screen.

When Satan heard Sun Hao say that this was a dream, he was angry in the game world, and scolded: "You stinky boy just returned to the real world, and he forgot everything that happened in the game world, which is a dream, this is real, and the world is still waiting for you kid to save it." ”

Sun Hao's mobile phone was turned into silent mode when he opened the game, so naturally he couldn't hear Satan's voice.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be able to hear him, Satan turned to control his little follower to jump up and down on the screen of his mobile phone, trying to get Sun Hao's attention.

Sun Hao picked up his mobile phone from the ground, and there was a "Fantasy Dragon Ball" on the phone, in which the game character Bei Ye's little follower was jumping around.

Since he didn't operate the game, Sun Hao thought the phone was broken, and then quit the game.

As a result, Satan also temporarily lost the only channel to contact Sun Hao.

Sun Hao just put the broken mobile phone into his trouser pocket, but there was a snoring sound in his ears.

In order to look at his phone to find a job, he sat in a corner of the studio where no one was paying attention, and this time became the focus of the class's attention.

"Hey, fatty, wake up." Sun Hao hurriedly shook the fat man next to him.

The fat man chatted with a girl he met on the Internet last night until the middle of the night, and it was strange if he didn't doze off in the daytime.

The fat man's name is Zhou Ming, Sun Hao's roommate, this person can eat and sleep on weekdays, and his biggest hobby is to chat with beautiful girls, and he is outspoken and responsible, and gradually the two became friends.

Zhou Ming weighed nearly 200 pounds, and almost no people he knew called him by his real name, they were all fat, and the fat man called him like this.

The fat man raised a fat hand to open Sun Hao's hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't disturb if you dream of going on a blind date show!" ”

Sun Hao rolled his eyes, this dead fat man was in a daze, and it was not a dormitory, so why did he talk about anything in his dreams.

"Hey, class, don't blame me for not reminding you." Sun Hao said.

"Haozi, even if you call me for a while, I see that I am going to hold hands with the female guest successfully, who wants you kid to stir up the yellow." The fat man slowly raised his head, there were still folded marks of clothes on his forehead, and there was a big eye feces in the corners of his eyes with a pair of blurry eyes.

"Oh, this classmate, which female guest did you dream of holding hands? Number 13, I think number 16 is pretty good. A smiling voice rang in the ears of the two of them.

Suddenly, the whole studio burst into laughter.

At this moment, Sun Hao hated to kick the fat man's feet, and it was no one else who asked before, it was Wu Zhengyan, a painting teacher who has always been rigorous in teaching and humorous.

The fat man can fall asleep and talk in his sleep in Mr. Wu's painting class, and the fat man's courage to risk himself is really commendable.

When he saw the person in front of him clearly, the fat man's small eyes suddenly widened, as if he had just remembered where he was.

The fat man stood up and said cheekily: "Mr. Wu, people's aesthetic visions are different, I still think No. 13 is good." ”

The fat man usually talks about numbness, and he dares to answer anything regardless of the occasion, seeing that Mr. Wu is about to go berserk.

As the fat man's voice fell, the studio burst into laughter again.

Sun Hao held his forehead with his hand, and he had the urge to break off his friendship with the fat man.

Teacher Wu raised his finger and pointed at the fat man, speechless for a long time, "You, you ......"

"Mr. Wu, I, I really think No. 13 is good." The fat man continued cheekily, but the cold sweat came out when he answered the stubble, he pulled Sun Hao on the side, and said softly: "Haozi, you quickly explain a few sentences." ”

"You two, your usual grades this semester are zero points." Teaching such a wonderful student, Wu Zhengyan was surprisingly angry.

"Teacher Wu, I'm wronged." Sun Hao protested.

The fat man slept in class, how could he even take his usual grades to zero points, seeing that the final exam was coming, the usual grades accounted for 40%, or if you didn't want to fail the course, Wu Zhengyan taught the course "Painting Basics", and you have to get a full score at the end of the term.

Is it possible to get a perfect score for painting?

It is difficult for art students to get full marks, and there are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people.

Everyone has their own different opinions on art, and it is easy to find fault with a work, not to mention that Wu Zhengyan and Mr. Wu do not have a good impression of the two of them.

"You stand up for me." Wu Zheng said solemnly, "Have you played with your mobile phone?" ”

Sun Hao got up obediently and sighed lightly.

If you really fail the course, the scholarship for the next semester will be gone.

100 yuan per month!

Although he is the son of Sun Yiren, the richest man in Beihai, he has not been pampered since he was a child, and he has only 50 yuan of pocket money every month since he can remember.

Now his daily expenses are earned by selling paintings on the street during the summer vacation, and the fat man often asks him to borrow ten or eight yuan, but he has never paid it back.

He was already living a tight life this day, and how would he live next semester without a scholarship.

Sun Hao and the two were focused by dozens of eyes in the studio.

Among those eyes, there were mockery, disdain, disgust, and a pair of eyes that silently paid attention to Sun Hao.

Lu Ziqi blinked, Sun Hao is obviously a very talented person, why is he so unmotivated all day long.

At the beginning, it was also this studio, Lu Ziqi was selected by Mr. Wu as a model for students to write realistically, as a model after class, she had a special right, she could choose a painting from the work as a gift.

She chose the one painted by Sun Hao at a glance, and the paintings of others are realistic, but his one is cartoon, the characters are playful and cute, and it seems that she has 8 points similar to herself, which makes people love it.

In fact, she has always wanted to ask Sun Hao to help paint a few more paintings, but the two have not spoken for a semester, if they beg each other rashly, in case they are rejected, it will make people feel faceless.

Lu Ziqi thought angrily, some people just don't take their talent seriously, and it's not his girlfriend's heart to anything.

Sun Hao didn't care about these gazes.

His image has been stereotyped in the eyes of many classmates: a poor student, introverted and silent, a fat roommate and friend.