The next day was Sunday, and Lin Yuan went to work as usual.
But today, the Department of Fine Arts at Qinzhou Art College is facing a collective exam.
The examination lasts for one day.
Watercolor in the morning, sketching in the afternoon.
This day's exam not only challenges the students' painting skills, but also challenges the physical strength of the art department instructors.
Art department instructors need to grade students’ grades on the same day so that the results can be announced directly the next day.
Time is tight.
After the exam, the students went back to the dormitory.
The tutors in the Art Department had to stay in the office and work overtime to mark the exams.
It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that the tutors from the Art Department finished grading.
In a large office in the Art Department.
Professor Kong An of the Painting Department was in a very happy mood. He stretched and said with a smile, "It's finally over. Have you noticed that the students' sketching grades seem to have improved a lot this semester?"
"Yes."
Kong An's words resonated with all the sketching instructors.
Anyway, the test papers have been graded, and everyone is chatting while waiting for the final statistics of the scores:
“It’s really a big improvement.”
"I reviewed a hundred drawings and came across a dozen particularly good sketches, whereas before I only had three or five at most."
"The grades have started to be recorded next door. I think the average score for sketching this time will be much higher than last semester. It seems that everyone has been studying sketching hard recently."
"… "
At this time, one of the sketching teachers said, "Recently, there is a sophomore in the painting club who is offering paid sketching lessons. The overall sketching scores of the art department have improved this year, and I think he has contributed to this."
"I heard that, too."
A female sketching teacher who was drinking coffee said, "There is a student in our class whose sketching foundation is very poor. After learning from him twice, his level has really improved significantly."
"What surprised me was that the person teaching was actually a student, and not from our art department."
The teacher, who was drinking coffee, said with regret: "Since you are such a good teacher, your sketching skills must be very good. Why didn't you apply to our art department?"
"Is there such a thing?"
Kong An couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
As a professor of fine arts specializing in sketching, he rarely teaches students in person.
Occasionally I teach classes, but they are large-scale open classes. There are so many students that it takes me half a day just to take roll call, so I don’t know about this situation.
“I heard it from the students.”
The sketching instructor by the window smiled and said, "The boy seems to be called Lin Yuan, a sophomore composition student. He has been going to the painting club every day to teach for a fee. His price is not cheap."
"Lin Yuan?"
Kong An asked: "How much?"
Someone answered, "Five hundred and one hour."
Kong An was stunned: "My goodness, I only make one thousand yuan an hour as a tutor..."
As a professor at Qinyi, Kong An has a prestigious title, and he specializes in sketching. He is also a well-known figure in the painting world, so he dares to charge one thousand yuan an hour!
As a result, a student who hasn't even graduated yet dares to charge five hundred per hour for teaching sketching
Is it cheaper to charge yourself
Or is the student's fees too outrageous
Are they treating our art department students like fat sheep
Noticing Kong An's dissatisfaction, the coffee drinking instructor sneered and said, "He is definitely not comparable to a leader in the industry like you, but he is really good. Many students have made great progress after learning from him. In terms of the results, I think charging 500 per hour is worth it."
Kong An slightly emphasized his tone: "After all, he is just a student. This kind of atmosphere is not good."
"Professor Kong, you think so too, right?"
Beside Kong An, a male sketching teacher snorted, "Actually, I don't like this either. How about you come out and criticize it? With your status and position, if you come out and stop it, you can definitely put an end to this phenomenon!"
This male sketching teacher really dislikes Lin Yuan.
Because one time during a break, he heard several students talking about how their teaching level was not as good as Lin Yuan's.
I am an experienced sketching instructor, but I was furious when people said that I was not as good a teacher as a sophomore.
"Lao Gao, what you said is wrong."
The coffee-drinking instructor frowned and said, "It is true that after Lin Yuan's teaching, the students' sketching grades did improve. Moreover, the students took his classes voluntarily and paid for it. He didn't steal or rob, so what's wrong with that?"
“They are just some individual cases.”
The male instructor called Lao Gao said calmly, "You don't have to exaggerate the contribution of that student. If the student's sketching skills are good, the one-on-one teaching model can indeed quickly improve the student's performance in a short period of time. But we are teachers. We have to teach a whole class of students. This is the overall view we should have as sketching instructors. Do you only teach one student in class?"
The coffee-drinking instructor turned away and ignored him.
Lao Gao was disappointed and looked a little unhappy.
At this time, the door was pushed open, and a staff member said, "Professor Kong, the results have been compiled, please take a look."
"Um."
Kong An took the score sheet and glanced at the top fifty students in this exam. He suddenly asked, "Is there something wrong with the system? Why are there Ls after the names of all the students?"
“It’s not a system problem.”
The staff member smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know why. Anyway, in this exam, many students with good grades added this letter after their names. I couldn't check it with the student ID card, so I just recorded the name according to what the student wrote."
Kong An said dissatisfiedly: "Nonsense."
The teacher who was drinking coffee said, "Let me see."
Kong An gave her the report card.
When she looked at it for the first time, she was also confused, but when she looked at it for the second time, she seemed to suddenly understand something. She said with a smile: "I think I understand. You guys come and take a look, and by the way, recognize your respective students."
What's going on
Still claiming students
The other tutors couldn't help but become curious and took the transcripts to look at them. After looking at them for a few seconds or so, everyone's expressions became strange.
"What's wrong?"
Kong An felt puzzled.
What the hell is this letter "L"
Could it be some mysterious code
A teacher said awkwardly: "The third student with a letter added is called Zhong Yu, a student in our class... He seems to have attended Lin Yuan's teaching class many times..."
The second teacher said, "The fourth place winner, Pang Bo, is from our class. He has also taken Lin Yuan's teaching class."
The third teacher said: "This sixth place..."
"And this eighth place..."
"Well, there's also the ninth and tenth place."
"… "
Of the top fifty students on the transcript, thirty-nine added a capital “L” after their names.
Kong An was a little anxious: "What's going on?"
The coffee drinking instructor finally finished his coffee in one gulp: "Professor Kong, these students are really making a fuss. All the students with letters after their names have one thing in common: they have all taken Lin Yuan's teaching class!"
"so... ... "
Another instructor added: "L, I'm afraid it refers to Lin Yuan."
This situation was a bit awkward, so much so that no one knew how to react. Most of the students in the top 50 in this sketching exam were actually taught by Lin Yuan
Don’t we, the sketching teachers, have any respect
"I see."
Kong An took a deep breath, looked at the report card and said, "I'll go find the principal."
Upon hearing this, sketching instructor Lao Gao said excitedly, "We must find the principal! These students are really too lawless! Especially that Lin Yuan! They are simply disrespecting our art department!"
"What are you talking about?"
Kong An glared at Lao Gao, and said with a complicated expression: "He raised the sketching score of the entire art department by himself. This is the first time I have met such a student in all my years. Today, even if I have to risk my reputation, I will ask the principal to transfer him to our art department!"