Chapter Seventy-Three: Silent and Rising (2)

The long aisle in front of the classroom instantly turned into a show, which was opened by the arrival of the two girls in front of them.

As "leg spirits", are they sure they are here for training?

At this time, the eyes of all the students present were all focused on these two girls, and it was difficult not to focus on this beautiful landscape, exquisite makeup, fashionable suits and dresses, and confident steps.

This confidence seems to be mixed with a little arrogance, and the high chin has not drooped for a moment.

However, it is true that there is tsundere capital.

I subconsciously looked down at myself, this ...... There is simply no comparison, just like the people in the village have come out of the mountains and have seen a lot.

It turns out that the outside world is like this, that is, heaven and earth, this is only the first day we came here, and every day after that, their clothes are rarely repeated, not only makes people suspect that they are moving the mall here, right?

I envy their figures, but I don't envy their approach, or low-key behavior suits me, such fanfare, I don't really understand their purpose, as an onlooker, it is also a beautiful thing to be able to raise your eyes.

After all, everyone's lifestyle is different and doesn't have to be the same.

After sitting down casually, the one on my left is Portugal, who is my roommate, and the one on the right is a girl I don't know at all, who should also be a classmate in my sister's class, and her first impression of her is that she is petite and cute, especially with a good voice.

However, my sister sat far away from me, because there was no place in the row I was in, so I was somehow arranged here.

However, now is not the time to observe these things, so you need to quickly organize your drawings and prepare for class.

While waiting for class, a familiar person walked over.

It's morning.

I wasn't surprised that he was here, because just yesterday when I went out shopping, I met him head-on.

Morning and his mom.

He walked directly to me and asked very naturally, "You are also here, how is this studio?" ”

"It's good." Not only did he shock me a little when he was so comfortable, but where was the embarrassment between us?

It's so natural, it's like two ordinary friends who know each other very well.

I looked at his mother and seemed to understand, it was because Aunt Chen was on the side, or maybe not, because we didn't have anything before, even if we were together, we were completely like friends, so, in our eyes to each other, that strange relationship line didn't count at all.

Yuan Chen and his mother came to this city to inquire around the studio and find the best place to study, but when they walked into the studio where we were, they didn't go anywhere else.

No one can escape Mr. Lei's powerful mouth.

The classmates in my sister's class are a good proof, one person may not be able to prove anything, but a group of people who are almost half of the class's classmates can always prove it.

As a result, this morning came, and with his other good friend, time really fades the memories, and every time I think about it, I feel in a different mood, and even now when I communicate face-to-face, there is no other weird feeling, just like ordinary people's communication.

It's a good result, and at least it's not a sad thing to look back on.

Nor will it be sad.

……

Our first week's class was the color class, and it was Mr. Lei who served as the color teacher of our class, Mr. Lei was usually very good, but as soon as he got into class, it was like a different person, extraordinarily serious, and his frowning brows never relaxed for a moment from the beginning.

He stood in front of him and finished his various requests, and then put all of everyone's phones in one box, and we don't know where they were.

Even if you know, what can you do? You can't do something like stealing chickens and dogs, for us now, learning with peace of mind is the right way, and I don't have a lot of dependence on mobile phones, but also because there are no people or things to look forward to.

If there is no expectation, is there any difference? It's just to save the number of times you go to Taobao.

In this case, it is better to abandon everything and devote yourself to the drawing paper in front of you, and how to make the blank it vivid is what you really need to think about.

Today's first task was to draw an apple, and I was still thinking about it. Simple.

After finishing the painting completely by feeling, I was confused, what is this? And how did I never find that an apple was so difficult to draw before, it was too difficult, like a broken apple.

In a comment that teachers often say: the painting is like a lump of poop.

Sure enough.

We were scolded without any warning, probably because of the first class, and there was no scolding that was very bad, and then, Mr. Lei sat down and began to demonstrate in person, telling while drawing: "Not only apples, but also other fruits, are composed of three sides, the light side, the dark side and the transition surface in the middle, of course, there must be a shadow ......"

We nodded in agreement while accepting the knowledge, which is indeed hey, but I didn't notice it for a while, and suddenly I had an epiphany.

I used to paint in school as if I was in vain, I didn't understand the basic connotation of an object at all, I was just blindly reading from the book, painting for the sake of painting, just practicing my hands, and there was no meaning.

It turns out that there is so much truth in this.

"Then, first draw a bright face, with the lemon yellow in the paint box and white ......" Next, Mr. Lei began to teach us color mixing and painting skills, the color matching of each side seems to be fixed, because Mr. Lei asked us to use our brains to write down, keep in mind, if we really can't remember, take out a notebook to remember.

In short, it is necessary to remember.

In a few minutes, Mr. Lei completed a painting of an apple, and we were all full of praise, this is simply the apple itself!

Vivid.

Just like a real apple, if you don't see the whole process, you may really want to take a bite, there should be all the structure, it's very real, look back at the apple you painted, there is no structure, crooked, the main thing is that the color is very dirty.

I instantly felt that I had learned a lot, and I showed a stroke while the iron was hot, and the result was not bad.

It's kind of interesting.

This greatly enhanced my initiative to learn, and even the more I painted, the happier I became, especially after reading Mr. Lei's model painting, I understood the connotation, such a painting is happy.

After that, we also drew a lot of fruits, which can also be said to be apples of different colors.

Yellow apples, green apples, red apples......

The principle is the same, and the fruits of each color system are also similar, the colors are still those colors, and the rest is the form, and the harvest of painting is pleasant.

For those of us who have been drawing, the morning passes quickly, and it is a real blink of an eye, and for the first time, we feel that time may be so insufficient.

The cafeteria is on the side of the studio on the second floor, and after painting, you can line up to get food after washing your hands, and I have forgotten what kind of rice it is, but almost every day it is rice and two dishes.

And so on and so forth.

On the first day, something unpleasant happened.

It was our classmates there and classmates in another place, because of some things that had a dispute, I remember that the incident was obviously very small, but I don't know why they quarreled so fiercely.

And in the entire meal area, the two boys were angry, scolding each other face-to-face, using their respective dialects.

This time I could understand it, because there was only one sentence: "What do you want?" ”

They quarreled fiercely, but they kept repeating this sentence.

Although the tone is the same, the momentum is completely different, and the same is incomparable.

Later, even to the point of making a fuss, both boys and girls around chose to step forward and immediately grab these two people.

When I saw them, I realized how good my temper was.

Because of a small thing the size of a sesame seed, in front of everyone in such a way, is it really good?

Ended this little storm and continued to wait in line for your meal.

……

Colour lessons during the day and sketching lessons in the evening, seamlessly transitioning.

The sketch class is different from the color class, the sketch class brings all the students in the studio together and then teaches it, and there are only two teachers.

Is it because there are too few teachers?

Just like in school, I still sketched, took turns to be models, and then everyone sat around and started drawing.

After the drawing is completed, it is handed in, and the teacher begins to review them one by one.

So much, it's been a while to review.

At this time, I learned a good way, which is to "shape" before drawing!

Gently sketch the whole person with a pencil and then start from scratch, which has the advantage that the person will not draw too big or too small.

It's a good idea, but unfortunately I didn't know it when I was in school, and if I knew this little trick, I wouldn't have unknowingly drawn a person's head very big or small every time.

The head is the starting point of a painting and plays a vital role.

Brush brush brush - the sound of flipping through the paper one after another, at this time, the sound of flipping from everyone's sketchboard has become a very natural background music, one after another, the sketch is fast, if the time is not finished, it will be really cool.

It is impossible to wait for the official exam time.

And this half hour is equivalent to thirty seconds in our hearts, and the beginning is the end.

Not only quantity but also quality.

Tonight's class was very strange, and the teachers seemed a little overwhelmed, after all, there were so many people.

I guess it was just a little bit of experimentation, and before we came, it didn't seem to be as big as it is now, at least half as many, maybe that's how they took classes back then.

Because the next day, the sketch class changed its original form and became a small class teaching, and the number of teachers gradually increased.

Although it is a small class teaching, there are still a lot of people in a class, which disrupts the order of the original fixed class, at this time, I am sitting next to a girl I don't know, I only remember that her personality is lively and cheerful.

While everyone was painting quietly, she could always find topics to talk about, ask me all kinds of questions, and it could be seen that her foundation was not very good, and of course it was not very bad.

"Master, you draw well, teach me."

So, I was arranged to have such a title like this, and it was strange to come, how did I become her master?

And, am I really good at drawing?

I am a little happy in my heart, this girl is still very willing to help her, but it is not because of the relationship between the master and the apprentice, or the mutual help between classmates.

This voice is really a little hard for Master to accept, and I don't think I've reached that level yet.

She sat beside me and followed me step by step, but it turned out a little ...... Not quite the same.

However, this person has to have a process of progress after all.

……

In this way, another kind of repetitive cycle of life was started, and the novelty did not last long, and it gradually began to produce boredom, even physical and mental exhaustion.

From 8 a.m. to 12 p.m., you still need to complete extracurricular homework, and it's a big headache to think about, and it's only the first week.

After thinking about it, it's a long time.

That is, from this time on, I rested at more than two o'clock every day on average, and sometimes I would listen to music to help me sleep when I couldn't sleep.

That's very useful for me.

Around two o'clock, I was the first to rest in the whole dormitory, and three or four o'clock was the norm for them.

It's just that I go to bed early and get up early, six o'clock in the morning is my wake-up time, the morning is very quiet, I like to study during this time, and I can have a delicious breakfast,

A week later.

It's time to send out your phone, just as today's color class is coming to an end.

When the class leader walked towards us with a cardboard box containing the mobile phones of the whole class, we were excited in our hearts, and our eyes were tightly locked, until Mr. Lei gave an order, everyone rushed up, competing for the first, and the best decision at this moment was to stand aside and watch first.

After all, there is no rush either.

When the crowd dispersed, I felt that I was doing it wisely, and picked up my phone unhurriedly.

Boot.

There was something strange about it.

I felt that I didn't seem to know how to use this mobile phone, and I was a stranger to everything, like an old man, I raised my index finger and swiped the phone screen.

As I walked, I lost my way.

Rise.

Here it is......

There are really drawbacks to playing with mobile phones too seriously, such as going the wrong way, but fortunately, it is to go to the innermost end of the girls' dormitory floor, and our dormitory is at the outermost, which is embarrassing if you walk to the men's dormitory inexplicably.

The first thing you do when you get your phone back is to shop online, and of course, you have to go back and forth about the messages you don't want to return.

There's always someone who asks me, what are you doing? Why don't you reply to messages? and so on.

Looking through the chat history, I clearly explained the reason, but why did he keep asking, I didn't reply, so he directed and acted by himself, and continued to send messages, all of them are busy people!

The mood at the moment is one word, annoying! Does it have anything to do with him whether he is busy or not, is it a frog? It really is!

simply took a plane ticket and sent this person to a small black house, and he was clean.

A pure life is the best.