Back at the Stony Brook campus, Ou Xiaolu was directly blocked by several teachers.

At the head was an old artist who looked to be in his sixties, with a thick mustache and gray hair that was almost falling out.

Wearing canvas clothes stained with various colors, he looks a little sloppy.

He always likes to touch his beard and say, "As an artist, you either have long hair or a mustache, and I can't keep my hair, I can only grow a beard, so whoever laughs at my beard is my enemy." ”

This time, the old artist came to Ou Xiaolu with an attitude of hostility, and after several disciples and juniors blocked the door, the old artist pointed at Ou Xiaolu and said: "Come, draw a picture for me to see, if the painting is not good, you can transfer to other departments next semester." ”

Ou Xiaolu blinked, "Abstract or Fauvist?" ”

"It's okay, even if you can draw comics, I just want to see your drawing skills, if you really don't have any talent, don't waste time in the art department, I think what poetry art department next door is more suitable for people like you."

"Department of Poetry Arts? What the hell is that? ”

"A new department is a group of people who study how to read poetry more smoothly."

Ou Xiaolu blinked, "I'm still good at drawing, what do you want me to draw?" ”

"Whatever you want." The old artist said, "I said you can paint whatever you want." ”

Ou Xiaolu thought about it very seriously, and finally nodded, and he took these teachers to his room.

Looking at his clean and new painting tools, Ou Xiaolu smiled a little embarrassedly, "I just came, I'm a little busy, and I haven't started to do things yet." ”

"I know, you're so busy that you don't even have time for class." The old artist glanced at Ou Xiaolu.

Ou Xiaolu didn't say much, he had actually learned to paint before, but for the college entrance examination, he didn't study anymore.

If you ask him to paint oil paintings, he may not really be able to draw anything, but if he is asked to paint a Chinese painting, he can at least draw a pair of shrimps.

Looking at the shrimp drawn by Ou Xiaolu, the old artist glanced at Ou Xiaolu, "You still have some foundation, but if you don't come to class all the time, this foundation can't be mixed up in Xinxiang, forget it this time, next time you don't come to class, don't talk about drawing a pair of shrimp, even if you draw a whale, it's useless." ”

After speaking, the old artist twisted his head and was about to walk out of Ou Xiaolu's dormitory.

Ou Xiaolu is not the kind of person who doesn't know what to do, he hurriedly got up and prepared to send the old artist out.

At the moment of sending people out, Ou Xiaolu suddenly found that there was a strange point of light flashing on the old artist's body.

Ou Xiaolu stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and really caught those points of light, but found that he didn't get any physical objects, but a new interface popped up in the "Game Across Ten Thousand Worlds" system.

This interface records the life and achievements of the old artists, and each achievement has a white to purple glow.

Ou Xiaolu had a feeling that if the old artist got the "Game Across Ten Thousand Worlds" system and was just a painting he drew himself, it would be enough to support his start.

Although he didn't know what this interface was for, Ou Xiaolu still wrote it down, at least he felt that this kind of interface that popped up suddenly must be a useful interface, although he didn't know how to use it now, but it would definitely be useful in the future.

After dealing with these, Ou Xiaolu sighed, "From today onwards, I must go to class seriously and can't waste any more." ”

Speaking of which, Ou Xiaolu began to sort out his textbooks or something, but the more he sorted out, the more uneasy Ou Xiaolu felt, because he said last time that he would stay in the center of XX for a day, and he would not go out of the suburbs of Xinxiang, and he encountered such and such things before he finished speaking, and finally had to go out of the city to fight.

This time he set the flag, and I don't know what the result will be.

Sure enough, when Ou Xiaolu picked up his books and paintbrushes in the afternoon, put on his backpack and prepared to go to class, a person appeared in front of Ou Xiaolu.

This Ou Xiaolu had met before, Lawrence, the former archbishop's subordinate, and the unnamed duo was introduced to Ou Xiaolu by him.

This time Lawrence stood in front of Ou Xiaolu and smiled a little awkwardly, he had said that he was the principal of another school, so he was reluctant to step into the gate of the Stony Brook campus, and insisted on asking Ou Xiaolu to look for him outside the Stony Brook campus.

Now in order to find Ou Xiaolu, he took the initiative to stand downstairs in Ou Xiaolu's dormitory, which naturally embarrassed Lawrence.

Fortunately, Ou Xiaolu is not the kind of person who will talk to death, he greeted directly, "Lawrence, long time no see, the weather is good today." ”

"Yes, Ou, the weather is really nice today, but are you free today? Our big guy is looking for you. ”

"You big guys, oh, Lord Archbishop, what's wrong with him, don't I have his spirit? How will you be informed. ”

"There's something wrong with the big guy, he has damaged that space, he can only enter and can't go out, and the light spirit can't send out more news, so he can only rely on a more expensive way to notify, he originally hoped that I could notify Lord Wayne, but I think you are here, and it is necessary to notify you first."

"What did he do to destroy that leyline space? When was this? ”

"I don't know, I only get a little bit of information. But I still hope that you can help find a few adults. ”

"Okay, I know about it, but before that, I'm really going to class, and if I don't go, I won't have to take classes at Stony Brook in the future."

"Then go to my school, as long as you want, I will help you transfer immediately."

Ou Xiaolu patted his head, and then remembered that he was still the president of a university, but he was really not suitable to transfer directly, Ou Xiaolu's eyes rolled, "That's it, I won't take advantage of you, just be the reward for helping you run errands, how about you invite me to your school as a visiting professor?"

In this way, I usually have a reason to ask for leave from the school here. ”

"I'm a visiting professor, so why do you take any leave?"

"No way, you don't know my parents in China, my parents have the contact information of the Stony Creek campus, he wants to know that if I drop out of school and join another university, he will definitely think that I have done something bad in Xinxiang, only asking for leave is the right reason, by the way, I will go to the classroom to show my face first, and everything will be said when I come back."

After speaking, without waiting for Lawrence to react, Ou Xiaolu hurriedly ran towards the classroom with books and paintbrushes.