Professor Wattle silently flipped through the thick file in his hand, not knowing what kind of evaluation he should make at this moment.

Professor Wattle came to the principal with the intention of seeing if he could hire a better sketch teacher for Gu Weijing.

He didn't know why Mrs. Sakai's improvement class didn't choose to recruit Gu Weijing as a student, if the principal could open his mouth and send Gu Weijing into Mrs. Sakai's hands, it would be great.

At the very least, the principal can also write a letter of recommendation to Gu Weijing in person.

Such children should naturally get a better stage, sign a gallery in the future, and take the art route.

The world's top art school is his stage.

You can find master-level teachers there, and you can easily find better opportunities for fame than Yangon.

Art history is a strange circle—it is not worth discussing who is more powerful in the scientific community and the researchers in the research institutes.

However, there is no accurate conclusion on the question of who is superior or inferior between the academic school and the artists who practice wild fox Zen on the streets.

Usually the former will be more technically sophisticated, but the genius who can rewrite art history will never be in this "usual" category.

Either the east wind overpowers the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind.

Since the end of the Middle Ages, the main line of the story of artistic currents has always been similar.

All kinds of scattered artists and aspiring small painting schools have arisen from the people.

From being suppressed by the pedants in the mainstream painting schools and art academies, to conquering the citizens with the expressive power of their works and the bubbling talent of the cow, and forming a trend of following them, to being valued and sponsored by some people in power, the Medici family, the Scroveni family, the Elena family, and other famous collectors in history.

In the end, he became a new academic school, and then began to suppress other small painters......

From fighting dragons to turning into dragons, the spiral cycle of each other is endless.

In the next story a hundred years later, the emerging school of painting that set off a radical art revolution has become an antiquity-eating academic boss who is being shouted for defeat by a new generation of artists.

A bit of the black humor of the cyclical law of dynastic history.

In the late 19th century, the industrial age began.

Impressionism, Romanticism, Aestheticism, Critical Realism......

Almost the general trend of history in the East and the West is that all kinds of non-orthodox art gangs have launched attacks and academic criticisms against the big professors sitting in the official salons of the Academy of Fine Arts, and beat them to the ground.

The paradox of things is.

Many laymen don't realize that it is also from the exit of the Impressionist generation of flowering folk artists, and almost all the famous artists born after the painting world are from professional backgrounds and prestigious schools.

In the past half century, any darling of the auction house has been an art student who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts.

Rarely will there be a man like Van Gogh who crossed the profession as a missionary, or who turned an apprentice in a china shop like Renoir.

Artists like Damien Hirst, KAWS, have a very "rock" image in the mass media.

As a young man, Hearst was a gangster who was a gangster, stealing chickens and dogs, and was imprisoned twice.

This kind of resume is easy to be regarded as a little gangster who is a prenatal education.

But sorry,

He is a graduate of the School of Fine Arts, University of London, a perennial top ten super school in the world.

Painters began to become more like lawyers and doctors, and other technical professions - focusing on "going to college to change your fate." ”

The more you graduate from a prestigious school, the more popular it is.

Well-known galleries tend to give preference to students with a background from prestigious schools.

After graduating from the Visual Arts Department of the world's four major art academies, as long as the level is passed, the works in the graduation exhibition will show some of their own characteristics.

I don't dare to have extravagant hopes, and in the art and creative park in the metropolis, it is not difficult to sign an ordinary urban gallery that is not too big or small.

Professor Wattle thinks.

With Gu Weijing's current painting level, if he didn't apply for some powerful art schools, it would be unfair to Gu Weijing and his painting skills.

Now that he saw the documents in his hand, he could only smile bitterly and smile bitterly.

There is no need for me to speak at all.

Joining an official art association organized by local professional artists in Dulwich College's own evaluation system is an achievement that can be compared to high-level athletes such as professional baseball students, who are highly sought-after across the United States.

Although not every European and American countries recognize the gold content of the official membership of the Calligraphy and Painting Association under the Ministry of Culture of Myanmar.

Some school policies can give you an exception for admission without exams, some are just a plus point during the interview, or the interviewer thinks you are not bad and can grant you a scholarship.

But it's also a pretty good resume.

In particular, the photo co-signed with Cao Xuan is actually the best letter of recommendation and stepping stone.

It would be much more useful than suggesting that the principal write a handwritten letter and greet the interviewer in advance.

Whether it is by personal connections or real skills - the great artist is willing to paint with him, and the interviewer is not brain-dead, so he will not turn away such students.

"It's my own affection, this kid has already set up a well-known background for himself."

Professor Wattle looked at the unrealistic, somewhat fantastical photo and signature of the mural and touched his nose.

If he hadn't known that it seemed that at the beginning of the year, Mr. Cao Xuan had really come to Yangon.

Sketch professors would think that this photo was photoshopped together.

The documents in this are thick, more than a photo of a mural.

When Old Man Wu passed the approval of the membership, in order to make Gu Weijing's resume thick and beautiful, it didn't look like he was using his public power for the neighbor's children to go through the back door.

The old man put in a lot of promotional materials taken by the tourism bureau during the Shwedagon Pagoda project.

Professor Wattle saw the list of golden lacquer acknowledgements of Gu Weijing on the monument before Sakai Katsuko, saw the photos of all the bigwigs watching and evaluating Gu Weijing's sketches, and even saw a snapshot of Old Man Cao Xuan instructing Gu Weijing to paint on the spot.

It may be a scene taken from afar by a photographer hired by a tourist office with a telephoto lens.

Two people, an old man and a young man, stood in front of an old mural.

Old Cao held a brush in his hand, and Gu Weijing stood beside the little old man like a little follower.

The telephoto lens captures a picture with a very blurred background.

The content on the mural is only blurry and blurred together, but Mr. Cao Xuan's facial features are very clear.

The old man pursed his lips with a face, and looked sideways at the young man beside him, his face was not very kind, it was a very serious expression, but it did not seem distant.

In the picture,

The old gentleman did not have the coldness and perfunctory attitude that a famous artist often had with young people who came to gild.

There is no gold-plated young man in Myanmar who deserves to be perfunctory.

Professor Wattle inexplicably felt that the expression on the face of the great artist reminded him of what he looked like when he was giving a serious lecture in the classroom.

The little old man seems to be really teaching Gu Weijing seriously?

"It's no wonder that the ability to line has improved by leaps and bounds, and I still pretend that I realized it all by myself, and I didn't hire a private teacher. Cut, it's not a private tutor, it's still a one-on-one kind of boutique lesson. ”

The sketch professor puffed out his cheeks with envy, and scratched with jealousy in his heart.

There is a specialization in the art industry.

But the ability of Eastern art masters to draw lines is very, very high, and this view can also be recognized in Western academic circles.

When people paint a work, whether it is a fine brush or freehand, they do not rely on the change of focus, and do not approach the proportional scale of large and far small.

It depends on the lines in your hands.

Cao Xuan is not without critics in the art world, but no critic has ever thought that Cao Xuan's painting techniques are not strong enough.

With the personal enlightenment of such a great master of art, the understanding is a little better.

The sketching technique is a breakthrough in a short period of time, and it becomes reasonable.

"What a stroke of luck...... I can't afford to hire such a teacher. ”

Wattle had mixed feelings.

He once thought that if he knew where Gu Weijing learned his craft, he would also enroll himself in a class.

Now that I think about it,

Professor Wattle was glad that he didn't say it in front of Gu Weijing, otherwise he would have embarrassed himself.

A private teacher like Cao Xuan is not something he can afford to hire for a few hundred or thousands of dollars.

I can't afford to sell him.

Canadian principals don't have such mixed minds.

He was just fiddling with the globe in his office with his hand.

The headmaster likes to spin this thing when he's fine.

It is a souvenir from the Dulwich Faculty Group at the Principals' Meeting to the top leaders of each campus.

The globe is made of brass, the size of a volleyball, with reliefs of undulating mountains and hills, and the English initials of Dulwich are also marked on different continents with red paint.

Each abbreviation represents a Dulwich campus around the world.

The Myanmar campus has always been the most obscure of them all.

Sometimes, due to the lack of excellent teachers willing to be stationed in Myanmar, and the unstable situation of the times, there are often rumors of wanting to cut and close the Myanmar campus.

Three years without a hit, a blockbuster.

This year, not only Katsuko Sakai is a heavyweight transfer student, but also a classmate who has won the highest badge of the Boy Scouts of Great Britain, and now there is also a "Junior Artist".

The latter two are local students who have been at Dulwich for several years.

Compared to the honor of being able to collaborate with the students in the school and the top five masters in the world.

In the eyes of the principal, even Jerry's charity micro-film has become unpleasant.

"Well, let's do it, this Gu Weijing was originally a student who enjoyed the fixed tuition waiver of the bursary. Forget about previous years, I think it would be better to return all the tuition fees he paid this year, which can be regarded as the preferential treatment given to him by the school. Then, make a copy of all the information in these photo archives and set up a special publicity wall for Gu, what do you say? ”

The headmaster said casually.

"I don't know, anyway, he won't be able to use it in my classes in the future, I don't have the ability to teach such a student, what does he like."

Professor Wattle put all the material back on the table, answering with little interest.

He originally thought that Gu Weijing was very similar to himself, but he worked hard but lacked a bit of luck, so he came to help.

Bad luck?

Bad luck fart!

The ancestral graves of this prosperous machine are about to burn.

Professor Wattle looked at the picture on the table, aggrieved and didn't want to speak.

When Lao Tzu had a one-tenth of this kid's good opportunity, he would find a master to remind him of a stealing teacher or two, and he would not be a drawing teacher in Myanmar for a long time.

"Then let's do it. Keep your sketch and stick it on the propaganda wall. ”

The Chancellor did not ask Professor Watel for any reason, and immediately made a decision.

——

Spring.

A ball was kicked high off the football field, jumped over the fence on the side of the field, bounced off the concrete floor a few times, and finally landed in the open space at the school gate.

The striker, wearing a football varsity number, wiped his sweat and ran after the ball, and slowly slowed down, with a black question mark on his face.

In the field of vision,

After school, the students stood by the cultural propaganda wall at the entrance of the campus, and in a short time, they had gathered a large number of people.

Some students are tiptoeing inside, others are chattering about something.

Coupled with the chirping of cicadas and birds all around, it is as lively as a themed temple fair.

This is the case with the cultural propaganda wall on campus.

Usually put it there, everyone doesn't bother to take a look.

If there's something interesting all of a sudden, starting with the first person stopping, it's like a chain reaction, and everyone will subconsciously follow the herd mentality to see what's going on there.

Is there any notice of the competition?

It would be great if I could have a friendship with a girls' school this year.

The striker hesitated for a moment, unable to resist the curiosity in his heart, holding the ball he had picked up, relying on the physical advantage of the members of the sports club, he jumped left and right in the crowd twice, and he squeezed into the front row amid the complaints of his classmates.

"Gu Weijing – a young artist, a good example of outstanding Dulwich people?"

He sniffled and slowly read the words on the billboard.

The striker was a little disappointed.

He didn't see the news of the young and beautiful young ladies he wanted to see, but he saw the figure of a thin boy senior wearing a Dulwich uniform.

There are many campus activities in private high schools.

The large billboard at the entrance of the school is often filled with registration bulletin boards for various robot competitions, social balls, planetarium visits, and paid study tours to European and American universities during winter and summer vacations.

The only exception is the one at the front.

It was the principal's own land.

Principal Dulwich likes to put the most promotional content in a period of time, and some time ago it has been the opening notice and admission list of Mrs. Sakai's improvement class.

He heard that it was Mrs. Kuo, who was hanging from the sky.

Now the display panel has been replaced with a full-body photo of the guy named Gu Weijing, and in addition to the dry and unrealistic title of "young artist", there is also a copy of the document stamped with the seal of the Cultural Affairs Bureau.

"Damn, a full member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, seventeen years old, wouldn't this be able to directly guarantee all Myanmar universities."

"This senior Gu can paint with Cao Xuan, and he doesn't know what the background is at home. I guess I don't look down on the local universities in Myanmar at all. ”

……

"Hey, what kind of recognition is an official member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, is it so powerful that you can directly go to all our local universities? Even the best Yangon university in Myanmar can go straight into? As long as you participate in this calligraphy and painting association, and there is this kind of policy, you art students really take advantage. ”

The forward of the football club, like Gu Weijing's cousin Gu Lin, is an ordinary student in the school, not an art class.

So there is not much concept of this identity.

He heard people's discussions, and patted the shoulder of the student next to him who was staring at the "high-level artist" recognition notice with envy on his shoulder, and asked.

"Taking advantage?"

The little fat man with glasses was obviously an art student.

He turned to look at the striker with the ball in his hand, and was extremely dissatisfied with his behavior of standing and talking without backache.

He squinted his eyes: "You can also take advantage of this when you practice football." If you can play in Myanmar's Under-16s, you can also be guaranteed to go to your own university without exams. It's not difficult to go to a prestigious school in Europe, do you have this level! ”

"That's amazing."

The striker was pushed up by neither soft nor hard, but he understood the general weight of this senior.

Those who can play in the U16 Youth Professional Football League are monsters, and those who basically perform well are the seedlings of the future national team, Asian Cup, and World Cup qualifiers.

A club enthusiast like him is a semi-amateur at best, and the difference is too far.

Of course, almost all of the people who can play in the Under-16s go the route of professional clubs, and rarely choose to go to university.

"You can't be compared like this, you are art students, and I am not a sports school student."

Seeing that this matter had nothing to do with his eight strokes, the striker turned his head and prepared to withdraw, but before squeezing out of the crowd, he stopped his movements and asked casually.

"This old man's name is Cao Xuan, what are you doing, is he very famous?"

Principal Dulwich was very chicken thief and posted the mural created by Cao Xuan and Gu Weijing together on the propaganda board.

He also bolded and blackened the signature of the creator of [Cao Xuan/Gu Weijing], and put it very large.

In addition to Gu Weijing's bust photo in the entire propaganda column, this joint signature is the most conspicuous.

The Canadians sent a small loudspeaker here, let's play it on a loop: "Big news, big news, our students and Mr. Cao Xuan have co-created it." Big news, big news, our students and Mr. Cao Xuan co-created ......"

The crowd of art students who watched the clipboard were willing to talk about it when they saw the certificate of recognition from the Yangon Calligraphy and Painting Association.

But at the mention of Cao Xuan, everyone fell into an inexplicable desire to speak.

"Oh, Cao Xuan."

"It turned out to be Cao Xuan."

"Is it really that Cao Xuan?"

"Mr. Cao Xuan seems to have indeed come to Yangon some time ago."

The atmosphere reminded the striker of how gangsters feel when they talk about the godfather in a yakuza movie.

It seems that the weight of the name "Cao Xuan" is too heavy, so that everyone doesn't even have the courage to talk about others.

"Chubby, who is more powerful than him or the previous Mrs. Sakai."

The little fat man pursed his lips and looked at him with a look at the art turtle: "I don't understand anything, you can go back to Google by yourself." ”

"This guy still has a wiki homepage? I'm too lazy to check, you just tell me about it. ”

"Professor Cruz's husband is a first-line painter in Asia, but compared to this old Mr. Cao Xuan, he is still a whole grade behind. Picasso, do you know, Andy Warhol, have you heard of it, this Cao Xuan's status will not be much weaker than theirs. ”

"Picasso, I've heard that their works add up to hundreds of millions of dollars. It's so hangy to be able to co-sign with such a great artist. ”

The student holding the soccer ball was shocked.

"How hung can a football player be able to play with Messi, how much a singing person can have a concert with Taylor Swift, and how hung he can hang a joint painting with Mr. Cao Xuan."

The little fat man clasped his arms together.

He looked proud of his longing and pride in the seniors of the school: "By the way, I will tell you that there is no accurate statistics on how valuable the life works of great artists such as Picasso and Andy Warhol are. And yet a hundred million dollars? Heh, doubling and adding a zero is the bare minimum. ”

It's a dilated number that's exciting enough to listen to.

$100 million doubled and added to zero is $2 billion.

Yangon is the most economically developed region in Myanmar, with a population of 7.3 million and a combined GDP of 4 trillion kyats in 2019, which is about the same number.

If the word rich rivals the country is still a bit exaggerated.

Then the most cutting-edge rich man in the art industry can top a city with a population of one million, and there is no water at all.

The striker struggled to tie the 4 trillion kyats to the dry name on the billboard.

Then he moved it to the thin face of the senior next to him.

"Holy."

He stood stunned as the ball fell from his hand.

No one laughs.

This voice also expressed the voices of all the students who saw the content of this propaganda board.

Many of these onlookers are classmates of Gu Weijing's peers.

When they see the photos posted on the billboards or in the student group, they are shocked by the constant cycle of the word "".

Am I grass?

I grass!

I've got a big grass!!

Mrs. Cruz and Katsuko Sakai meet every day at school, but they are like a gorgeous fiery cloud floating in the sky.

It's beautiful, but it's not real.

Plainly

People have nothing to do with you.

Everyone is either about to become an adult or has already become an adult, and the school spirit of private aristocratic schools is originally a bit comparative, and the students of who and who are in the family are all clear in their hearts.

No one would be foolish enough to believe that everyone is a student's classmates, and that they are united and friendly with each other, and that they are equal.

The division of the class divide has left an accurate scale in everyone's mind.

Professor Cruz's family just stays on top of your head for a short while, and as soon as the semester is over, they float away.

Ninety-nine percent chance of the next encounter on the path of art.

Mrs. Cruz and Miss Sakai stand on the stage of the museum in a radiant light, and you are just an unknown crowd of onlookers under the stage, in front of the TV news.

You're going to remember the other person's name, and the other person won't remember your name.

At most, they pointed to the broadcast camera in front of the TV and boasted to their family and friends, "Beautiful, I was a classmate with her for half a year." ”

Except for a few who are selected for the advanced class, they may be able to get a letter of recommendation from Mrs. Sakai.

This is all the fate of the vast majority of people and this mother and daughter in their lives.

The class is different, how can the art princess and a country cannon like you be friends?

It wasn't until they saw the propaganda board that Gu Weijing, who was also a little transparent in the grade, and the textbook that they saw the joint fairy tale of the old man Cao Xuan.

How to describe it?

The Seven Fairies went down to marry Dong Yong, a cowherding baby, and the old fairy Zhang Guo sat on the little donkey in the mill at the entrance of the village.

The main one is a myth.

They know that

From today to many years from now.

I am afraid that this senior Gu Weijing will become a new legend in the school, passed down by generations of Dulwich students.

(End of chapter)