Guo Jingyu had just placed his belongings in the studio when he heard a commotion outside the door, laughter from far to near, and soon a group of students pushed the door in.
There are mostly girls in the class, and the one who maintains discipline is also a female teacher. She looks in her twenties, with shawl hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She looks very gentle and speaks softly. . Seeing Guo Jingyu and the others in the classroom, the female teacher asked politely, "Are you new to the art class?"
"Teacher, this is a new classmate, I'm not." Song Zhuoran pointed at Guo Jingyu, introduced her, and then smiled: "I am from the student union, the director asked me to come over and ask about your studio. Enough is enough, our student union is just next door, we can help to free up a classroom, everything is mainly on your side, and try our best to meet the learning needs of the students."
The female teacher smiled and said, "Thank you so much. Two studios are enough. There are few people in our class. There are about forty students, and two studios are enough."
Song Zhuoran spoke very politely, and asked some other questions. Seeing that the classmates in the class were putting up easels, they also helped them together. He is still a little lame when walking, and his foot injury has not yet healed. After going around in front of Guo Jingyu twice, Guo Jingyu can't sit still. Squad Leader Song is swaying back and forth in front of him, he can't see the front at all, don't say When talking to the teacher, Song Zhuoran covered him so tightly that he couldn't communicate with others.
Guo Jingyu got up and said, "I'll come, Squad Leader Song, take a break."
Song Zhuoran said: "I'm here, you rest, how can I let you move things!"
Guo Jingyu said: "Don't, don't, you are still on crutches, don't hurt anymore."
Song Zhuoran blushed, scratched his head and said, "I'm much better. Now I don't have to use a cane. I'll be fine if I walk slowly. That day was an accident. I'm usually in good health."
There are not many things to put up. Guo Jingyu is too familiar with the studio. He helped him in the past and arranged it quickly. By the way, he also chatted with other students in the class and got to know each other. There are few boys in the art class, and there are only ten or so people in the studios on both sides. Guo Jingyu has a little more here. He can make up seven or eight. These boys are all sitting in the back row, and Guo Jingyu happens to be right there. In the corner, there is no need to move the place.
Song Zhuoran circled around him twice and asked in a low voice, "Jingyu, can you sit here?"
Guo Jingyu said, "Okay."
"Will it be too far back?" Song Zhuoran looked at him, and then at the still life in the front row, "How about I move it for you first and fix the position, so you don't have to move it yourself."
Guo Jingyu hurriedly stopped and said, "No need, there are two or three groups of still lifes in the classroom. Everyone draws in a circle, not all of them are the same." Look how it looks like the silly golden retriever from the neighbor's house, "Really, if you don't believe me, go ask other people, I didn't lie to you."
Song Zhuoran really limped on the ground and went to ask, and he didn't know what he said, which made the girls in front of him burst into laughter.
Song Zhuoran stayed in the art class for a while, turned left and right, and left after a while.
The teacher of the art class was surnamed Jin. Teacher Jin told everyone about discipline, placed the plaster statue, and then specially came to Guo Jingyu's side to talk to the new classmates all morning.
Since Guo Jingyu came to study art, he didn't plan to hide it, and he couldn't hide such things as talent, so he happily released himself.
Mr. Jin was sitting there and planned to give him a demonstration, but he was patiently teaching him how to sharpen a pencil. She was sharpening here, and Guo Jingyu had already picked up a pen and started to draw a plaster statue. She just said, "Pay attention to observe the body mass of the character", the new classmate has already made the shape with a few strokes, and she added: "After the shape, it is to observe the light and shade of the character, you can see the facial expression of this Marseille, the change of this angle. It is necessary to find out the relationship between light and dark…”
For the first time, Ms. Jin found that what she said was not as fast as the students' drawing. Almost as soon as she was about to say something, the new classmate had already done it. This surprised her. She looked down at the nameplate on his student ID and smiled. Said: "Guo Jingyu, have you learned to draw before?"
Guo Jingyu brushed the color on the side and nodded, "I've learned a little bit."
"The technique is very professional, where did you learn it? Which teacher from the Academy of Fine Arts taught it?"
"Our neighbors learn to paint."
"Did you learn from each other?"
"... Well, be inspired, mainly because I'm more talented."
Guo Jingyu couldn't find any other explanation. After all, he had not entered the Academy of Fine Arts yet. He thought that his painting skills were taught by Mr. Zhong Lao from the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He was very fond of him. Later, he went to run a gallery. Mr. Zhong came to see him once, and said a few words to him, but he still gave him a few paintings of his own to help support the facade.
Guo Jingyu is a closed student of the old gentleman, and the elder brother above picks out one or two people who can be counted in the circle. Sitting in the studio at the moment to compete with a group of high school students is like killing a chicken with a knife , Like cheating, Guo Jingyu was a little embarrassed to bully them too much.
He was no longer at the level of the exam, and he accompanied Mr. Zhong to mark the papers, but he was not reading the national high school papers, and the level was higher.
He couldn't use other reasons now, so he thought of Grandma Fan who Guo's mother had been talking about all the time, as if the children of Grandma Fan's family also learned to draw, so he just dealt with it casually.
Teacher Jin looked at him with bright eyes, as if he had picked up a baby bump!
For other students to say that he has talent, it is definitely bragging, but when it came to Guo Jingyu, Teacher Jin felt that this person underestimated himself. This is not only talent, but a little genius!
Teacher Jin kept watching him finish painting, staring with bated breath, for fear of disturbing him, he didn't say a word for more than an hour.
Other students take several hours or even a day to complete the painting. This new classmate can almost complete the painting in one go. Just look at it, bow his head and he can write it silently, and he will draw it very quickly.
Teacher Jin's heart is about to pop out. She is a professional teacher specially invited by Chengnan No. 1 Middle School. She has only been with students for two years. Although she was admitted to a few last year, they were all comprehensive universities. She herself He just graduated from a normal school. This time, maybe he will be a student from the Academy of Fine Arts!
Guo Jingyu was quite polite. After drawing it, he pushed it over and asked the teacher to comment.
Mr. Jin looked left and right, just nodded and said yes, his eyes crooked with laughter, "Jing Yu, your painting is very good, there is no problem with this part of the plaster statue, you can definitely keep up with everyone. I will paint the color tomorrow, you remember. Prepare some paints and tools, oh, I'll ask the squad leader to tell you—" She stood up and looked forward, shouting, "Fan Jiali, come here!"
A girl with a ponytail in front came over, looking pretty and holding a pencil in her hand, "Teacher, are you looking for me?"
Teacher Jin said: "You tell your new classmate what tools you want to buy. If it is convenient, take him to the painting material store to buy it. I will give you a class in advance. We will have a gouache class tomorrow, so don't delay."
Fan Jiali agreed crisply, and curiously looked at Guo Jingyu's painting, blinked, and looked at herself again.
Guo Jingyu could actually buy it himself, but Mr. Jin was so nervous about his baby now that he gave Fan Jiali a lesson ahead of time to accompany him. When he walked out of the studio, Guo Jingyu said, "Squad leader, I can buy those by myself, you can do your own thing, you don't need to accompany me."
Fan Jiali didn't bother much, nodded and said, "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he turned back to the studio and went to class.
Guo Jingyu got the time for one class, and he didn't want to delay a minute, so he quickly ran back to the culture class on the teaching floor.
The last session was self-study. Guo Jingyu crept in from the back door of the classroom. Li Tongzhou was facing the window with one hand on his face, and was reading a book seriously. He eased his steps and sat back on the stool, picked up the book and coughed lightly.
Li Tongzhou shook his head, looked back to see him stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "Why are you back?"
Guo Jingyu held the book and said righteously, "Come back to study."
Li Tongzhou chuckled lightly and reached out to hold his hand. Guo Jingyu ducked twice and said in a low voice, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Li Tongzhou put the earphone in his palm in his hand, "Listen to you."
Guo Jingyu was overjoyed, looked at the earphones and looked at Li Tongzhou who looked expectant, and touched him with his shoulder, "Are you stupid, how can you listen to it so blatantly in your hand."
"How do you hear that?"
"The earphone cable is in the sleeve, look at it," Guo Jingyu put the earphone cable in the sleeve of his clothes, and then imitated Li Tongzhou's one-handed face just now. Sleeve, "Did you see, this is the best strategy for eavesdropping in class..."
"Jing Yu." Li Tongzhou suddenly reached out and wanted to take it back.
"Don't stretch out your hand, I haven't listened yet!"
Guo Jingyu just put his headphones in and listened when he saw Li Tongzhou look past him.
Guo Jingyu felt bad.
Looking back, I saw half of their head teacher's face at the back door, staring at them with piercing eyes.
The head teacher of the seventh class just came back from the meeting and was going to see how the class discipline was going. Standing at the back door, before he could see anything else, he saw Guo Jingyu making a headphone cable there. He went in and knocked on the table, looking at him with a sullen face. "Bring it out yourself."
Guo Jingyu gave him the earphone with an innocent look on his face.
The head teacher said, "Why do you only use the earphones, what about your Walkman?"
Li Tongzhou also stood up over there and took an MP3 and handed it over.
With the last glimmer of hope, the head teacher listened to it by himself, trying to find out that the first person in their class was listening to English listening related to learning, even if it was an English song—turn on the play button, and the song that played inside was "Flowing." Your face with tears keeps circling in my mind." The head teacher was about to burst into tears, and reluctantly said: "You also go out together and stand for ten minutes."
This was the first time Li Tongzhou was punished for standing. He took a book before leaving, and stood in the corridor with a calm expression, as if he was coming out to get some air.
Guo Jingyu asked him, "Why do you suddenly listen to Ren Xianqi's song?"
Li Tongzhou thought for a while before saying, "I don't know either."
Guo Jingyu was overjoyed, "I don't know if you still listen?"
"I want to help you find some, save them, and you can listen to them when you draw." Li Tongzhou said, "This way you won't be bored."
This is what Guo Jingyu said casually before. At that time, Li Tongzhou gave him headphones, and he praised it along the way, but he didn't expect this person to remember it in his heart. Guo Jingyu lowered his head and smiled, leaning his shoulders against him in a low voice: "Hey, Li Tongzhou, you accompany me to buy paint after school, and I will go to your house in the evening and make you little wontons, okay?"
"it is good."