Chapter 137 "Chen Zhuo" and "Yu Xian" "Junior Sister Yu." The boy who looked like Ekin Cheng stopped in front of Yu Xian's drawing board and habitually tucked his long hair behind his ears. "Brother He, what can I do for you?" As soon as Yu Xian opened his mouth, there was a pungent smell of chili. "Haha~" Not only was Ekin Cheng not angry, but he looked at Yu Xian who had dressed up specially, and couldn't help but praise her: "You look different today than usual." Yu Xian raised his thin curved eyebrows, and the phrase "What the hell is it to you?" was on his lips for a long time. In the end, he felt that it was too aggressive, so he changed it to a less aggressive one: "My boyfriend is coming to see me, so I must dress up!" "Forehead……"

"Ekin Cheng" was indeed stunned. For someone pursuing Yu Xian, this sentence was quite offensive. However, his expression only darkened slightly, and then he smiled indifferently. In fact, everyone knows that Yu Xian has a boyfriend. She has never concealed it. Even those who know her a little bit know that her boyfriend is studying at CUHK. But so what? Having a boyfriend doesn't mean you're married. Since you leave such a beautiful girlfriend in the university town, I have the right to pursue her. During a previous National Day gathering, Wu Yu complained that some of her seniors were disgusting, as they openly pursued Yu Xian even though they knew she already had a boyfriend. However, "Ekin Cheng" might be a little afraid of Yu Xian's temper and didn't dare to continue chatting her up. After saying hello, he returned to his seat like a gentleman. It seemed that he was also one of the contestants participating in the exhibition training. There were only seven freshmen in this training camp, and the rest were sophomores and juniors. Some freshmen don’t know “Ekin Cheng” and think he is arrogant and likes to show off, but the seniors seem to respect him very much. One of the freshmen couldn't help but ask a senior student next to him: "Senior, who is this person?" "Which one?" Senior brother didn’t understand. "It's the boy who harassed Yu Xian." the freshman asked. "Are you talking about He Yuanchang?" The senior warned, "Don't say the word harassment casually. He is a famous figure in Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts. From freshman to junior year, He Yuanchang has always been the top student in his major. He has won numerous awards in school competitions and even won awards in high-level provincial calligraphy and painting competitions." "Fuck, is it that powerful?" The freshman immediately felt fortunate. He was just thinking about being a hero in front of Yu Xian and driving away this idiot who liked to harass the schoolmate. "He will most likely still participate in the provincial competition this year."

The senior brother said with emotion: "If he wins another award this time, the school may be able to hold a personal exhibition for him before graduation." The freshman then understood why other seniors admired He Yuanchang so much. It turned out that he had real abilities. At this time, Professor Fei Yueming, who was responsible for guiding the participating contestants, also came over. The painting center immediately became quiet. Professor Fei, who looked to be in his early 40s, had a serious face and sharp eyes. He was from Hunan and always confused "l" and "n" when speaking, but no student dared to laugh at him in private. Professor Fei first taught "Linear Figure Sketching" for a whole class period. With one class period left, he asked everyone to draw their entries, and he walked around to provide guidance. At this time, the difference in personal level can actually be seen. Some students, like He Yuanchang, are not only not that afraid of Professor Fei, but can occasionally discuss painting techniques with him; When faced with some of Professor Fei's questions, some students lowered their heads and didn't know how to answer. Soon, Fei Yueming came in front of Yu Xian and Wu Yu. It was just like when you take a high school exam, and the invigilator stands behind you with his arms folded over his chest, watching you do the questions. Yu Xian and Wu Yu both felt a little nervous. In particular, Fei Yueming was watching and suddenly sighed. The two of them immediately felt like they had suddenly fallen into an ice cellar, just like when they finally figured out the result on a math test, only to find out it was wrong. However, Yu Xian is not the type of person who can be manipulated by others. Although Professor Fei is serious, she still said unconvincedly: "Professor Fei, if you have any problems, just point them out. Your inexplicable sighs are really frustrating." "That's right~" Wu Yu also joined in. "What's there to say? It's still the same old problem." Fei Yueming tapped Yu Xian's drawing board with his fingers: "Your use of ink and color has indeed improved compared to before, but there are still too many traces of examinations. You pay too much attention to technique and form, which makes the work look very dull." Freshmen like this who have just passed the art exam basically have similar problems. After all, art exams test these things, and all the exam requirements must be expressed in one painting. However, if you want to go further in painting, after entering university, you need to slowly get rid of the old-fashioned craftsmanship caused by exams. Art should not have rules, as that would limit imagination. An artist should inject soul into his or her works through his or her own feelings and understanding of life. This is also the reason why Yu Xian’s head teacher and other professional teachers often pointed out that her works lack feeling. Yu Xian's entry this time is "Sunset". In Fei Yueming's opinion, the lines are smooth, the picture is transparent, the colors are contrasting, and even some details are well handled. But this can only be a painting, which is far from being a "work". “Can I win the prize?” Yu Xian is most concerned about this issue. This "Bai Shi Cup" painting exhibition has prize money, divided into three levels of 5000, 3000 and 1000. Yu Baibai was thinking about getting the bonus and buying Director Chen a new cell phone on his birthday next month.

“I won a prize…” Fei Yueming rubbed his chin, thought for a while and said, "Third prize may be possible." "What about the second prize?" Yu Xian asked immediately. "That is impossible." Fei Yueming shook his head and accidentally spoke Hunan dialect again. "Professor Fei, what about me?" Wu Yu asked in a noisy voice beside her. "you?" Fei Yueming took one look at Wu Yu's painting "Farmer Dad" and it was like seeing shit. He definitely didn't want to look at it a second time. "Just take the consolation prize!" Fei Xiaoming said with a look of disgust. "Cut~" Wu Yu stuck out her tongue, wanting to retort but not daring to. Before leaving, Fei Yueming saw Yu Xian's downcast face and thought that it was because she set too high standards for herself, so he comforted her: "You are already very good now. He Yuanchang, who had just entered school for two months, could not draw as well as you." Yu Xian thought to herself, who wants to compete with him? I want to buy a mobile phone for my boyfriend! "Professor Fei, can you give some advice to the school?" Yu Xian raised her little face and said, "Can you increase the third prize to 3000?" "This is nonsense!" Fei Yueming waved his hands and left quickly. The little girl was pretty, but why did she speak so harshly? The conversation between Fei Yueming and Yu Xian was heard by all the students in the painting center. He Yuanchang couldn't help but think that Lady Yu wanted to win the award. This... seems a little difficult, but it's not impossible. If I help her win an award, will she look at me with new eyes? She thinks I am more capable than her boyfriend from college! …… After the two training sessions, Chen Zhe was about to arrive at Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts, and Yu Xian and Wu Yu went to the door to pick him up. There is also Wang Changhua, who last time clamored to come to the Academy of Fine Arts to see beautiful girls. Fei Yueming was the last one to leave because he had to pack up his computer and tools. When he had finished packing and was about to turn off the lights, someone suddenly walked in.

A lady of medium build, probably in her fifties, with gray hair, neatly dressed in a black suit in the middle of summer. She looked so serious that at first glance it seemed difficult to communicate with her. But when Fei Yueming saw it, his expression immediately became respectful, and he went up to him and said, "Teacher Guan, why are you here?" "I just happened to be going to the third floor for a meeting." The white-haired lady looked around and said, "Are these the students who are going to the exhibition for training?" "Yes." Fei Yueming replied, half bending over. The white-haired lady casually flipped through the works of several students in the front row. Fei Yueming was accompanying him and suddenly remembered an anecdote, so he asked curiously: "Teacher Guan, I heard that you were looking for a girl among the freshmen a while ago?" "Ah." The white-haired lady did not shy away from explaining, "That student is quite spiritual. I think he's quite interesting." After flipping through the works of several students in the front row, she found that they did not impress her, so she turned around and prepared to leave. Fei Yueming didn't know how talented "Chen Zhe" was and how he deserved Teacher Guan's appreciation. However, he was once Teacher Guan's student, so he was embarrassed to ask further. Fei Yueming just smiled and said, "There is a new student in our training class who is also very talented." "What is your name?" The white-haired lady turned her head and asked. "Yu Xian." Fei Yueming prepared to take Yu Xian's work and ask Teacher Guan to comment on it. "Stop watching!" The white-haired lady shook her head. It was obvious that she was a bit stubborn. “It’s not good to keep it like that.” After saying that, the white-haired lady went upstairs by herself. Fei Yueming could only shrug his shoulders and lock the door with a bang. The painting center immediately became peaceful and quiet, just like a valley where treasures were buried, and no one had discovered it yet. ······ (Seeking monthly tickets, requesting monthly tickets~) (End of this chapter)