"Because of what?"

Gu Weijing is also speculating about how Saint-Exupéry portrayed the arrogant monarch of the Lonely Planet when he wrote "The Little Prince".

"Tired and lonely."

Hearing Mr. Sloth's narration, this thought came to Gu Weijing's mind.

It is often said that "The Little Prince" is a fairy tale about loneliness, and every character in it is lonely.

Gu Weijing had never understood where this king was lonely before, but now he understood a little.

The encyclopedia says that the king is hypocritical and arrogant, and despotic and conceited.

There's nothing wrong with any of that.

But when he was faced with wanting to leave the little prince, the reason why he was so angry was not because his authority was challenged, but simply because he tried to please the little prince and failed.

He's lonely,

I want to have a new companion to accompany me.

Therefore, the king will be angry to prevent the little prince from leaving, and at the same time carefully promise the little prince to be various ministers, just like a child who gives all kinds of toys to others and let the other party play with him.

In this fairy tale, the king does sit on the four seas, but the so-called four seas are just a small star the size of a palm and no one.

His only life was to sit in a chair and watch the sun and moon rise and fall, day after day, year after year.

The king is both the sole master of his wealth and the only slave of his wealth.

Mr. Sloth left time for thinking about Gu Weijing.

He stopped asking questions and began to read.

["Don't go," cried the king, who at last had a subject, and was proud, "don't go, I, I can appoint you a minister—"]

The sound of Mr. Sloth reading a passage from "The Little Prince" was heard.

Gu Weijing picked up the brush again.

With the tip of his pen, he sketched the outline of the monarch's appearance on a small star that looked like an orange floating in the universe.

The magnificent throne, the puffing slightly upturned beard, the swaggering expression, and the cautious flattery and loneliness hidden in the eyes......

This time

He emptied his mind of the literary understanding of "The Little Prince" by various long-winded experts on Wikipedia, and completely immersed himself in Mr. Sloth's voice.

The feeling of disconnection didn't bother him anymore.

He seemed to be in a state of fantasy.

The ethereal and unpredictable fairy tale characters formed a real and illusory shadow in front of Gu Weijing's eyes.

Like a fluttering light veil, he finally caught it in his hand.

"Rustle."

The studio was silent, except for the sound of Mr. Sloth's reading and the sound of Gu Weijing's pen rubbing against the paper.

Just a few minutes later,

The sketch is almost complete.

He concludes with a simple curve as the end to the corners of the king's robe on sketch paper.

[Title: "The King" - The Little Prince]

[Sketch Technique: Lv.4 Class 1st Order (2103/5000)]

[Chinese Painting Technique: Lv.4 Career 1st Order (903/5000)]

[Emotion: Feeling in the heart]

"It's done!"

Gu Weijing looked at the sketch paper in his hand, clenched his fists, and muttered to himself.

……

Monday

Gu Weijing took the textbook and walked through the corridor of the Dulwich College Building.

Today is the day of the start of the Enhancement class.

The original three-story art classroom at the school was assigned to Mrs. Sakai and her gifted students.

And "ordinary" students like Gu Weijing, who have not been selected by the big artists, need to go to the public studio in the north teaching building.

The school's original sketch teacher will be there to teach the class.

"Hey, thief, I've got you."

As he walked, he heard the sound of hard plastic wheels rubbing against the tiles on the floor.

Gu Weijing turned his head and saw a girl sliding towards him in the corridor of the teaching building with a skateboard under her feet.

The girl leaned lightly sideways beside him, and the skateboard under her feet bounced up as if it had been loaded with a spring, and she grabbed it in her hand in the air.

The long dark hair fell, and the small metallic skulls on the earrings collided with each other with a sound as crisp as a bell.

It's Coco.

Thieves?

"If you skateboard in the school building, you'll be deducted from your conduct, right?"

Gu Weijing looked at Kou Kou and said suspiciously.

"Hmph, do you see the shadow of the Discipline Commission member around here?" Kou Ko rolled her eyes, she held the skateboard in her arms, leaned forward, and looked Gu Weijing up and down.

"The Little Prince? I can't see it, Gu Weijing, your heart is quite small and fresh! This version is weird......"

Coco was staring at the English title on the white cover of Gu Weijing's hand.

Gu Weijing flipped the book in his hand to the side.

This strangely bound book was handed over to me yesterday through the consultant brother named Dyson.

It seems strange because it is not an official published work, it looks like the product of a pirate printing house, and there is nothing but the title "The Little Prince" on the plain white plain cover.

To be precise, it is the in-house Scholastic version of The Little Prince, translated by Mr. Hawke, head of the Department of English Literature at the University of Oxford.

His illustrations are in the service of this book.

The little prince is not too long, the full text is about 300,000 words, but Mr. Sloth is not a ruthless manuscript reading machine.

It's also impossible to read it for yourself in one day.

They agreed on a time, and every night they would connect to read a book for themselves for about an hour and a half, and Gu Weijing himself usually needs to read this fairy tale from time to time.

Don't say anything about reading a book a hundred times, and you will see its righteousness.

can be familiar with the overall story and some classic passages, Gu Weijing still has to strive to do it.

In the past two days, he has completed the character profile of the three fairy tale characters of the king, the rose and the drunkard.

In the virtual taskbar, the number of line sketches that meet the requirements of the heart also came to the number of [8/20] after a weekend.

At present, Gu Weijing is quite satisfied with the progress of the task.

At this rate, it is estimated that this week's mission will be completed by eight or nine.

"Thief?"

Gu Weijing changed the topic and looked at Kou Kou suspiciously: "Why do you call me that." ”

"Heh, my father said that if an ordinary person gets rich in a short period of time, then he is most likely not on the right path."

Kou Ko stared into Gu Weijing's eyes like a seasoned police detective.

"Especially in places like Myanmar."

Just when Gu Weijing thought that according to this momentum, she was going to feel a handcuff from somewhere around her waist in the next moment.

Suddenly she winked playfully.

"Wow, the hidden tyrant! Let's be friends! ”

Gu Weijing had to admit it.

There's a reason why Coco is so popular in schools.

She has vivid eyebrows and eyes, a cheerful personality, and a wealthy family but is not domineering.

Although some jealous female classmates who are so sought after will secretly mock her for her profligate style.

However, Gu Weijing actually hasn't had much bad feeling for Kou Kokou.

She's just cool.

So cool that you never know what she's going to say next, she's a funny girl.

"Coco, our family is just a small gallery."

Gu Weijing said helplessly.

"Can a Bentley who has a small gallery sit down? Your car is converted to Kyat, which is enough to pay all the police officers in the entire Yangon police station for one year. ”

Coco tilted her head, as if looking at a humanoid dinosaur hidden beside her.

"After being a classmate for so many years, I found out that the real local tyrant is by my side! Compared with our low-key Young Master Gu, those rich boys in the school are simply inferior! ”

She stuck out her tongue.

Bentley?

Gu Weijing thought about it for a while, and knew that Kokou had seen the luxury car that had gotten into the Yangon office of Schönbrunn Palace that Friday.

He felt that it was better not to explain too much about the matter.

Gu Weijing ignored Kou Kokou's eager look of "begging for gossip", and said softly, "You misunderstood, it was just a coincidence." ”

After that,

He turned and walked into the classroom.

At this time, there was still half an hour before the start of the class, and in the public studio, a few students were sitting sporadically, and a blonde-haired professor with a serious face was sitting behind the podium, holding a computer and sorting out the lesson plans.

"Oh, isn't this the first in the grade!"

"The first grade didn't even get into Professor Cruz's improvement class, and some people kept saying that he was helping Miss Sandnu with her homework, I'm afraid it wasn't the other way around."

"Miss Sandenu is also worthy of him? The toad wants to eat swan meat. A candlelit dinner in a fine dining room between the Boss and Miss Sandenu was a year's income for their small gallery. ”

In the corner of the classroom, there was a sound of malicious laughter.

Gu Weijing turned his head to take a look and found that it was Jerry's younger brothers in the school team.

The voices of these people were not very loud, but they were enough for him to hear.

As for the other students in the studio, although they have nothing to do with this matter, most of them are staring at themselves with the mood of watching a good show.

Gu Weijing shook his head in his heart.

He guessed that the ridicule of these people was probably arranged by Jerry.

The other party really seems to regard the battle for Mona's ownership as a fierce sports competition, and they are attacking themselves in every possible way.

Now it's probably similar to the trash talk on the basketball court.

He's a little funny.

Gu Weijing, who has experienced a lot of things, really has no interest in playing jealousy games with these hormonal imps.

He ignored them like a swarm of annoying flies, walked over to the chair in the corner of the teachings, and sat down.

Seeing Gu Weijing facing their provocation, he seemed to be cowardly.

The sneer on the faces of these people was even heavier, and even many people who ate melons on the side joined in their discussion with great interest.

"Silence! To chat out. ”

The cacophony of discussion in the classroom interfered with the preparation of lesson plans by the professor behind the podium, who raised his hand and tapped the table with his palm.

The chatter in the public studio suddenly fell silent.

Although certainly far worse than Mrs. Sakai, the teacher who was assigned to the most important Year 13 preparation class at Dulwich College International was also the most senior professor in the school.

Mr. Wattel is a German, and the professor from this traditional art country not only has a good hand at sketching, but also inherits the typical old-fashioned character of the Germanic people.

Unlike those American or Canadian foreign teachers who laugh and scold with their lively personalities, this old gentleman who teaches sketching is very strict.

Students are generally reluctant to be presumptuous in his lessons.

Professor Wattel glanced around the classroom and saw that the students were as honest as quails, and then nodded in satisfaction.

His gaze finally fell on Gu Weijing in the corner, hesitated for a moment, and spoke.

"Mr. Gu, come over here."

Gu Weijing raised his head, in international schools, teachers call students by their first names, and it is very formal to call them Mr. XX, or Miss XX.

It's usually not a good thing, it's usually when you make a mistake, or it's used in a very serious situation.

He put a bookmark on the "Little Prince" in his hand, put it in the drawer of his desk with the textbook, and walked to the lectern.

Professor Wattle stared at Gu Weijing for a moment and sighed softly.

He was very impressed by this local boy, and his painting level was originally one of the best in the class, and he has always been very serious and hardworking.

Professor Wattle had always liked this kid.

Not only because Gu Weijing's paintings are better than his classmates, but also because he has a kind of dedication to art that is rare in other peers.

Professor Wattle, who came from a developed art country and graduated from a well-known art academy, knows that it is not easy for art students in this small place in Southeast Asia.

It's a pity.

Professor Wattel didn't know why, Mrs. Sakai didn't take care of it.

Maybe it's because the great artist has her own unique understanding of art?

"Gu Weijing, don't be discouraged, there are still a few months before the admissions meeting, and you still have a chance to go to a good university."

The professor was silent for a moment, then whispered.

"I read your holiday homework, the realistic "Mercedes-Benz S220 Classic Car", the painting is not bad, the lines and colors are very good."

His voice was loud enough to be heard by everyone in the professor.

Professor Wattle knew that this student had not been picked by Mrs. Sakai, and that he had been dumped by his girlfriend, so he should be in a bad mood now.

He was worried that Gu Wei would not be able to withstand the blow.

"Even if you don't have the opportunity to become a student of Mrs. Sakai, there have been students in my advanced class who have successfully applied to the Kwantland Academy of Fine Arts or the Zurich Academy of Fine Arts, which are ranked 80th or 90th in the world. If not, you can also try the University of Rotterdam, which we have a good relationship with. ”

Professor Wattle's tone was smug.

Dulwich College is a well-known international education group that runs private international secondary schools, with campuses in Bangkok, Cairo, London, Cape Town and other places in addition to Yangon.

Yangon is one of the most backward Dulwich campuses in terms of educational resources, and if it can bring out students who are admitted to the top 100 art schools in the world, not only will the university give him a corresponding bonus, but Professor Wattle himself will also have a sense of accomplishment.

While the tuition fees of private art schools are high, they are also the most important ones for grades.

Just like many high school teachers in Dongxia who brought out Zhuang Yuan's high prize money in the city, if there were students in his class who were admitted to the best art academies in the world.

He can even get a bonus equivalent to a whole year's salary, and he can't be promoted to a district vice principal or something.

Of course, Wattle himself would not have had such outrageous expectations.

"Come on, although it is not as good as those students who have stepped on the ladder of Qingyun, you have to work hard for yourself, Mr. Gu Weijing."

The teacher patted Gu Weijing on the shoulder.

(End of chapter)