With the passage of time, a class passed like this, Su Ran put aside the circle paintings of the twenty-eight students, glanced at the students below, and said: "There is no shortcut to art, whether it is danqing or sketching, it only relies on one word 'practice'...... In the next lesson, everyone will hand in a circle chart. ”

After a pause, she emphasized: "This is homework, after class." ”

After Su Ran finished speaking, she picked up a wad of papers and walked towards the door, and when she walked to the door, as if she remembered something, she turned around, "After class in the afternoon, come to the office and take back your pictures." ”

After speaking, she walked out of the door and followed Mu Sheng in the direction of the office.

As soon as the people in the art class waited for Mr. Hua to leave, they immediately whispered and became in an uproar.

Of the twenty-eight students, five from the Chinese Academy, including Zhu Mingli, one from the Martial Arts Academy, five from the Craft Academy, and the rest are from the Academy of Arts.

The art class is an elective course, so there are new students and old students among these students, such as Liu Yang is an old student in the second year.

Therefore, not all of these students know Su Ran, and those who know Su Ran are limited to people from the Art Academy, and even people from the Art Academy do not all know Su Ran.

The main reason is that she is low-key, like she lives in Fufeng Xiaozhu, and eats lunch in Qingfeng Courtyard, which is only known to familiar people.

And Lin Shihai, Zong Ning and others also tacitly did not talk to others.

So as soon as Su Ran left, the classroom immediately discussed this younger than them - Mr. Huaxia.

……

Su Ran came out of the office around the time, holding a stack of pictures in her hand, and she walked in the direction of Qingfeng Courtyard.

At this time, it was still half an hour before the beginning of noon, and the students of the academy were still in class, so she could have gone to the last class.

However, she was inexplicably a little weak-hearted, so it was better to delay for noon and go to class in the afternoon.

"Master Hua," Seeing that Su Ran had come so early, Ah Da, the servant of Qingfeng Courtyard, was slightly stunned and hurriedly bowed.

"Well, please trouble Uncle A, I'll give me a pot of hot water later," Su Ran walked inside. At this time, Zhao Jinhong went to class, and Banxia, who was a scholar, must have followed. As for the old man, after he wanted to send Jingfeng on the boat, he had already gone home.

Qingfeng Courtyard now has a cook and two servants, all three of whom are servants of the Zhao family.

The scorching sun shrouded the earth like a steamer, Su Ran walked into the pavilion next to the small water pavilion, took off his shoes directly, and sat cross-legged on the wooden board covered with bamboo mats.

After a while, Ah Da sent a pot of hot water, and also sent Mr. Jinhong's purple sand teapot very intimately.

Su Ran made a pot of tea first, and after a cup of tea, the feeling of drowsiness on his body dissipated. Only then did he pick up the circle figure on the side, hold a paintbrush in his hand, modify each picture, and write a few lines of words.

It's noon!

When Zhao Jinhong came back, Su Ran's homework had been changed, so he sat in the gazebo and drank tea, so much that he wanted to take fruits out of the space to eat.

"How was the first day of class?" Zhao Jinhong walked in with soft eyebrows, sat directly opposite the "young man", and raised his hand to stop Su Ran from getting up and saluting.

Su Ran poured him a cup of tea, thought about it, and smiled: "Well~ It's okay." ”

"Hehe~" Zhao Jinhong laughed rarely, took a sip of tea with a smile in his eyes, and then said: "The assessment gentleman's evaluation of you is not bad." ”

It's not bad! Banxia slandered on the side, every new gentleman had to be assessed in three classes, and Su Ran let several gentlemen pass the assessment in one class.

And listening to them, Su Ran's performance in teaching was not a trace of nervousness at all, and his performance was very indifferent and easy.

The course is also eye-catching, obviously it is a very simple thing, but no one has thought of it, there is a feeling that people are clearing the clouds.

Banxia thought that when a gentleman at that time spoke, he still held a piece of paper in his hand and explained it to the people on the side.

In the gazebo, there are young and old, drinking tea and chatting.

At this time, in the academy, the name Huaxia appeared in the mouths of many people, and it was the time to eat, and everyone who ate in the cafeteria knew the name Huaxia.

Thirteen-year-old gentleman, a thirteen-year-old master of painting, the sought-after fairy picture is actually the hand of a thirteen-year-old boy...... In short, Su Ran became famous.

No, it's Huaxia that is famous.

Among them, the most shocking thing is the freshmen of the first year of the Art Academy, especially Yang Siyan and others, who are the Wan Fat people of the Academy of Arts and Crafts, and Hua Baoyue is also very unbelievable.

In the cafeteria of the Art Academy, Yang Siyan still didn't believe it, and after a while, he looked at Zong Ning, had a lot of words in his heart, and opened his mouth, "You're not lying to us." ”

In fact, I already believe it in my heart, but it's too unreal, and we practiced archery together in the school field yesterday!

Today, I heard that my classmate has become a gentleman.

He still thought in the morning that he must ask him to go with him to release water today, but when he was in class, there was no one in the seat, so he thought he was asking for leave again.

As a result, what did he hear, Ha ~ Huaxia is the gentleman of the art class.

The picture of a horse in the exhibition room, a picture of a horse that is so realistic that it is shocking, is actually from his classmates.

"Damn~" Yun Jun suddenly burst into a rough sound.

Yang Siqin and the others looked at him stubbornly, as if they didn't expect him to behave like this, compared to him, he has always been calm, he doesn't talk much, and he looks a little cold.

"Ahem~" Yun Jun moved his hips unnaturally, and said seriously: "I'm so shocked." ”

At this time, Liu Yang walked over with rice, squeezed next to Zong Ning, hammered his chest with a painful face, and said, "What do you have to be shocked about, I am sad." ”

glanced at a few people, "Zhu Mingli from the Academy of Arts knows!" That kid started learning to paint with Mr. Hua last year. ”

Speaking of this, Liu Yang grinded his teeth and gritted his teeth, looking like he was in a very complicated mood.

In the end, he pouted and said, "It's a shame that I'm so good to him, and he has been hiding it from me...... Boom~"

Yang Siqin: "......" brother, we don't seem to know each other.

Yang Siyan: "......"

Yun Jun: "Have you eaten?" ”

Zong Ning: "Hmm~"

Wen Chun and the three: "......"

Then let's go!

Several people glanced at each other, got up silently, and picked up the plate with a tacit understanding.

"Hey, how did you go? I've just arrived, so let's talk a little longer! Liu Yang wiped his dry eyes and muttered: "If it weren't for the fact that you used to eat with Mr. Hua in the past, the future master of painting wouldn't have chatted with you, hum~"

Not long after walking out of the cafeteria, a few people met Wan Gongliang and Hua Baoyue.

"What about Huaxia?"

Wan Gongliang looked behind a few people, but he didn't see a familiar figure, so he asked.

"I should go back to Xiaozhu, since the beginning of school, Huaxia hasn't eaten much in the cafeteria."

Hua Baoyue shook his head, vetoing Yang Siyan's words, he shook his fan, "Huaxia's nephews have been with him recently, they should be in the ...... Seifu-in. ”