Other students arrived in the studio one after another, and there were more than 30 students in a class.
When the studio was about half full, five or six people had already sat in the empty seats beside Kang Kai. They were all familiar faces who usually participated in painting competitions. ."
"Master Kang!" Another classmate called him as soon as he entered the door, and then sat down on the empty seat next to Kang Kai in three or two steps.
"..." Kang Kai was forced to chat with him for the seventh time: "Hello, hello, Master is not too good, it's too much."
That classmate was also familiar, hooked on Kang Kai's shoulder and said, "Hey, Master is modest, we met on the day of the Xinghai Cup selection. I heard that you came here for the training, but I didn't expect to meet you."
Kang Kai: "You're welcome."
While chatting with him, Kang Kai couldn't help but look back at what Xu Sheng was doing.
In the end, only half of the back of the head was seen - this master has seen this pose too much in the studio, and he was impatient to wait. Xu Sheng's hair has grown a little longer, and his long legs have to step under the easel due to lack of space. Neck, choosing between sleeping and playing with phone. Finally choose to sleep.
So the back half of the head was completely buried, and the easel beam raised the knee high enough to lie down, and only half of the elbow could be seen from the side.
There are two star players in their training camp this year, one Kang Kai, and the other is said to have won a lot of awards. The boy wore glasses and sat in the middle of the second row after entering the door, picking a good perspective.
The two star contestants were greeted one by one by other students in the studio.
There is no academic performance in the world of art candidates, whoever draws well is the boss.
Xu Sheng slept for ten minutes.
Following the noisy conversation, the studio teacher entered the door with a stack of reference books.
Kang Kai didn't care whether Xu Sheng was asleep or not, and sent Xu Sheng a message:
I really don't think it's right, I doubt that there is an exam.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and with the phone vibrating against his thigh, Xu Sheng half-squinted and took out his phone.
The studio teacher is a little older than Aunt Kang. The man is still not old at this age, his hair is dyed fashionably, and his figure is thin. He stands beside the pile of still lifes and suppresses all the voices in the studio with a single sentence. : "The basic test, the color tone requires warm colors, and the time is two hours. Let's start painting. Self-introduction is omitted. That set is false. Let me know you through your paintings."
The audience was silent: "..."
Then there was a burst of unexpected wailing: "No way."
"Are you going to take the exam as soon as you come?"
Xu Sheng was still shrinking in the back, not getting enough sleep.
He brushed the questions until the early morning last night, and chatted with his boyfriend until the middle of the night. He packed up and moved to the dormitory building early in the morning. Now he is very sleep-deprived.
After hearing this, he put his legs down, leaned back, scratched his hair, and replied to Kang Kai: What are you afraid of
After replying, he habitually clicked on Shao Zhan's chat box, and he ignored any reply from Ren Kangkai.
Kang Kai: I'm so nervous.
-Aren't you nervous
- what about people? Fall asleep again
After the studio teacher briefly introduced himself, Xu Sheng reluctantly replied to him: I just want to sleep and chat with my boyfriend.
Kang Kai: …
The focus of the audience was still on the studio teacher and the two star players.
Kang Kai forced another call, waiting for a long time without waiting for a reply, and a familiar classmate came over and whispered, "Master Kang, I'm optimistic about you, the first place, we can't lose to the one with glasses."
Kang Kai wanted to say: No, no, no, what are you thinking, the real boss is huddled behind and busy in love.
Xu Sheng's position was at the back, and there was another drawing board blocking it, which was not conspicuous, and looked like a wild crane. After sitting up, the other students in the back row inadvertently swept over his seat. In the studio that relies on painting skills to speak, Xu Sheng can rarely use his face to shock the students in the back row: "Fuck, This face is worth this leg, seriously.
The studio teacher hurriedly swept across the stage: "The water room is opposite the aisle outside. Those who want to collect water can go in batches." After that, he raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "The exam begins."
- This studio is a little bit interesting.
- Come on, little painter.
Where did Little Painter get his nickname
Xu Sheng laughed and began to prepare for the exam. After finishing the preparations, he began to find an angle to compose the picture. He squeezed a very thin line pen in his hand and dipped some ochre color on the drawing board to make a draft.
…
Two hours passed, and when the painting was about to be closed, some classmates began to whisper.
"I heard that this teacher never gives full marks easily. My cousin was also training in this studio before, and she said that until the end, the highest score was only 148 points."
Drawing, color, and sketch are scored 150 each, and 90 is a passing mark.
Finally, someone said: "We have two big bosses this time, and there should be two full marks. No matter what, these two are the top two in the Xinghai Cup."
The studio teacher didn't say much after collecting the drawings, but said, "Continue later, the other two teachers will come to take you to the sketch and sketch test."
After all three subjects were completed, they were left in the studio to continue practicing their sketching assignments until the final results were announced.
Before school, the studio teacher entered the class with a stack of paintings: "This time there are three full marks."
The part of guessing the score is always the most exciting. Everyone swept away the exhaustion of the day and guessed: "One boss Kang, one boss Wang, who else got the full score?"
"It seems that we are really masters in this session, and the three primary color studio is well-deserved."
Xu Sheng sat in the corner and unpacked a candy bar to satisfy his hunger, waiting to take Kang Kai out for a meal after class.
The studio teacher announced "three perfect marks": "Xu Sheng, 150 for color, 150 for sketch, and 150 for sketch."
All the students who thought that the three full marks were three people: "..."
The studio teacher continued to sign up his name: "Kang Kai, color 148, sketch..."
Only then did they react with hindsight: what the hell? !
Who is Xu Sheng
Kang Kai and another "star player" scored the same score of 148, but the big brother was obviously not in a good mood, and anyone who was completely crushed would not be in a good mood. And at his level, he must have often scored full marks in the studio before.
On the other hand, Kang Kai has no opinion on his own score, and also knows the reason why he can only score 148 in a painting with a score of 150: because there is a comparison.
Just looking at it is fine.
As long as it is placed with Xu Sheng's painting, the gap will come out immediately, and the previous 150 points can't be avoided.
Thinking of this, Kang Kai couldn't help but look back to see what Xu Sheng was doing amid the clamor of many overlapping voices asking "Who is Xu Sheng?"
Hmm... As usual, I lowered my head and replied to the message.
Kang Kai "fucked" in his heart. As a career fan of Xu Sheng, he was really sad.
Next to him, Zi Lai Shu was also asking, "Who is Xu Sheng, do you know Master Kang?"
"Well, I know." Kang Kai looked back, "He's my father."
"… "
Fortunately, the studio teacher has the same questions as his classmates in the audience. He has brought so many classes of students, and he has met many outstanding and outstanding ones, but he rarely encounters such a "gargantuan" style of painting. Offstage: "Which classmate is Xu Sheng? Raise your hand and I'll take a look."
Xu Sheng raised his hand casually while sending Kang Kai a sentence "what to eat at night".
The next day, the fact that there was a big boss in the three primary color studio spread to other studios.
Xu Sheng has no time to deal with those rumors. Besides painting, he also memorizes words every day. The training period is a consolidation period and a sprint period for art candidates. The weather is completely winter. The drawing paper gets more and more tired.
Most people will stay in the studio until one or two in the morning, day after day.
Xu Sheng was so busy that he had to take time to take a shower. He was filled with intensive training. Shao Zhan was busy with competitions. The two would chat a few times every day and occasionally choose time to make videos.
Last night, Shao Zhan sent an audio file in addition to "good night", with a note: I will listen to it tomorrow.
People in the studio are familiar with him, and occasionally come over to watch his demonstrations. There are always three or two people around, and today is no exception: "Can we watch you paint for a while?"
Xu Sheng didn't refuse, he found out the earphones and put them on.
When Xu Sheng was painting, he was used to listening to something with one earphone on, and while listening, he began to look for proportions and drafts according to the pictures.
After wearing the headset, the audio downloaded yesterday will automatically play for 38 minutes.
When Xu Sheng downloaded it yesterday, he thought it would be a course speech shared by Shao Zhan from the Internet, or a summary of his studies. …”
The classmates on the side did not miss Xu Sheng's painting steps: "Xu Shen, this line? Is it an auxiliary line?"
Xu Sheng squeezed the plastic rubber to wipe off the line, pretended to be calm and said, "No, your hands are slippery."
There was a two-second blank at the beginning of the audio, and then a voice that he was so familiar with came through the earphone cable, as if speaking against his left ear: "Today is the ninth day of the training camp."
The boy's voice was low and cold, accompanied by the sound of turning pages.
"You don't have to listen to what I read next, just leave it alone."
Xu Sheng heard him say the first sentence "Text one."
"Hello, David. I hope I haven't kept you waiting..."
Shao Zhan was reading a set of English listening materials. He adjusted the interval between sentences. He was worried that he would read it too fast. It was obviously a cold voice. Every time he read it, it would be slightly lower at the end, showing a bit of inadvertent and clear sound. the opposite meaning.
He analyzed the loss points of the English test before Xu Sheng left, and found that the listening part was very serious, especially the last two big questions.
He doesn't need to be distracted by listening and drawing, but playing it in his ear a few times can also increase the sense of language. After coming back to the cultural class, maybe his listening ability can be improved.
Xu Sheng finished half the sketch with Shao Zhan's voice. When he was about to stop and bend over to sharpen his pencil, the audio was just played in the last ten seconds. After the listening set was finished, the opposite side paused for a few seconds.
The sound of turning the pages stopped, Shao Zhan sighed at the night, his voice was even lower, with a rare rudeness: "...Fuck, I miss you."
Xu Sheng's hand holding the paintbrush tightened, and suddenly he heard his boyfriend's love words, the tips of his ears couldn't stop turning red, then he simply put the paintbrush down, raised his hand, and covered his eyes with the palm of his hand.
The classmate next to him: "Xu Shen? Are you uncomfortable?" This is Xu Sheng's new nickname after getting three perfect marks.
Xu Sheng: "...It's a little uncomfortable."
Xu Shengxin said.
Heart beating too fast.