Yun Zhuo left the principal's office, just to report.

After a delay of most of the morning, it was half past eleven now.

I can only watch the time before school is completely out of school to go to the class to go through the process.

There are not many courses at the university, plus it is still an art and design department.

Most of the freshman art courses are on drawing.

This is a very simple thing for art candidates.

However, it is more difficult for students who have applied for art departments but have only taken cultural courses.

As a result, the level of drawing in the class is very polarized.

Either the drawing is very good, or the drawing is very poor, and there is basically no intermediate level.

So the teachers' approach is to let the learned help the beginners.

In order for cultural students to master the foundation of art, sketching alone requires cultural students to start learning from composition.

The triangular composition method is the foundation, and in terms of aesthetics, the triangle belongs to a relatively stable aesthetic concept.

The composition of a still life sketch is basically a triangular composition, where the composition is drawn first, and then the body is found.

Then begin to deepen the general outline, and finally refine the details, so that the whole picture is detailed and appropriate, with primary and secondary aspects.

At this moment, the teacher is demonstrating the composition method of still life sketching with the students in the class who have a weak foundation.

Some time ago, it was military training, and there were not many courses in the university.

Now I am in a professional class, so there are only one class, not many people.

There are only twenty or thirty people in an art class.

Yun Zhuo walked to the door of the classroom and confirmed that this was the house number of Class 201, and then knocked on the door.

A bright red appeared at the door, attracting the attention of everyone in the class for a moment.

There weren't many people in the art class, but there were still a few familiar faces.

Yun Zhuo hooked his lips, the class was well arranged, and he happened to be in the same class as Sheng Nian'an.

At this moment, Sheng Xiaoye is sitting in front of the drawing board, with an HB pencil (a special pencil for sketching) in his hand, and he is perfecting the last details of the sketch.

A white and tender face was rubbed with a lot of gray lead powder, and I didn't pay attention to it.

Wearing the same white shirt as this morning, but at the moment there are several gray finger prints on the white shirt.

I can see that I got it in the middle of painting.

"Buckle ......"

Yun Zhuo stood at the door and knocked on the door, it was almost the end of class at this time, so she came over.

And the time was also delayed for a few days, which made the teacher a little unhappy.

But in the end, it was the new classmates who came over, and the teacher looked over and saw that it was such a beautiful little girl.

His face didn't turn too dark, and he said, "You're a new classmate?" Come in first! ”

Yun Zhuo's identity was only known to the principal, but the teacher didn't know, and only thought it was an ordinary student.

Yun Zhuo was wearing a red dress at the moment, but he was just standing there faintly, and his whole body seemed to be entangled with demonic energy, which was coveted.

And this beauty is extremely aggressive, stunning at a glance.

It is even more beautiful than Luo Yunsheng, the school flower of Imperial Capital University, and it is amazing that the school flower can change hands directly as soon as it appears.

", where did this goblin come from, it's too beautiful, even more beautiful than Senior Sister Luo."

"Senior Sister Luo's sister was still the first lady in the capital, and their family is famous for their good looks, but I don't think so."

"Yes, yes, where did this new classmate come from, so beautiful...... It's too much. ”

"I suspect that this is a real Barbie, can a normal person have such a beautiful face?"

"Do you say she has plastic surgery, which hospital has plastic surgery, I also want to go to ......"

The girls also whispered, and Sheng Nian'an sat in front of the easel with Erlang's legs crossed.

Hearing the discussion of his classmates, he said mercilessly: "Mother's Fetal Plastic Surgery Hospital, you deserve it!" ”