A patch of bright red looked like blood at first glance, but only when he smelled it did he know it was paint. He was startled, "cāocāocāo, why can't I wipe it off, it's disgusting!"
Huang Dan said, "Go back and wipe it again."
Yin shivered in the studio, and he shuddered.
Lin Maozheng had this intention and ran away immediately, regardless of the Huang Dan behind him, he never thought about who helped him up just now.
Huang Dan frowned, he stopped when he reached the door of the studio, looked back and saw nothing.
The next day, Huang Dan came to the studio early, but the door didn't open. He waited for a while before Shen Liang came.
"Why are you the only one, Lin Mao?"
"still sleeping."
Shen Liang didn't say anything, took the key and opened the door.
Huang Dan and Shen Liang walked in side by side. They seemed to be chasing the same thing. They read a few paintings and fell into silence.
Lin Mao's head has no face.
Chapter 70 They Have No Face
Usually, Teacher Zhang and Teacher Liu come to the studio by turns, and the number of times they both appear at the same time is rare.
After all, they are university teachers, and their courses are full of uncertainties. They don't answer the questions of professionalism and rigor. In terms of instruction time alone, they are far less than those of art teachers who only open studios.
Almost all the senior high school students who come to this studio are aiming at the questions for next year's unified examination, because it is said that these two teachers will participate in the questions every year.
If you can know the questions before the exam, you can also watch the teacher do a model painting and draw a picture yourself. Compared with other people who know nothing before the exam, it has some advantages, at least it will not be smeared.
However, the polarization will be more serious, the good painting will be better, the poor painting will still be very bad.
It is the so-called mud can not support the wall.
Mr. Liu came over in the morning. He was still wearing a long gown and cloth shoes. He threw it into the streets of the Republic of China built by a film and television city.
There was a layer of pencil ash on the ground, and garbage such as peel and plastic bags were scattered everywhere. A student's bucket was overturned, and there was a large area of water.
Teacher Liu walked on the ground, asking, "Who was on duty yesterday?"
No one responded.
Mr. Liu usually gives the impression of a very easy-going person. In other words, he is easy to bully, not dignified, and he is not angry. He asked again, "I ask you, who was on duty yesterday, does anyone know?"
Xia Wei raised her foot, leaned it on the wooden board under the easel, and moved her short boots up and down, "Jiaojiao, is that you?"
Zhou Jiaojiao stared at Xia Weiyi, she bulged her cheeks and said inarticulately, "Teacher, I had a stomachache yesterday."
When she spoke, the buns in her mouth spit out.
Pfft, a few boys next to me couldn't help laughing out loud.
Teacher Liu waved her hand and told her to eat the food in her mouth without choking, "Who's here today?"
Xia Wei said, "It's me."
Teacher Liu instructed, "Then go outside and get a mop in, drag the water on the ground, and then sweep the garbage on the ground."
Xia Wei was stunned, "No, teacher, it's not even night yet, isn't it all cleaning after class?"
She curled her lips, "I'm going to start painting."
Zhou Jiaojiao snorted, "You didn't even take out the drawing paper to draw on the drawing board?"
Xia Wei said in a volume that only she could hear, "Zhou Jiaojiao, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!"
Zhou Jiaojiao also responded with the same volume, "I want to tell you this too."
Xia Wei snorted, turned her face and smiled at Teacher Liu. She looks good, and she even put on colored lip gloss today. This smile is really like the person in the book is more beautiful than Hua Yan, "Teacher, can I leave in the afternoon? Did you clean before?"
Teacher Liu shook his head, wondering what is the difference between cleaning early and cleaning late? He didn't bother, "Okay, it's up to you."
Xia Wei made a scissoring hand against Teacher Liu's back. She proudly took out the red mp3, pulled out the headphone cable, and hummed "Don't Want to Grow Up".
Zhou Jiaojiao nibbled away the last bun, "Selling the color."
Xia Wei smiled slightly, with a very bright smile, "Have you figured it out yet?"
She put earphones on one ear, "By the way, Jiaojiao, you bought your nail polish for one dollar and three bottles, right? That's too bad, look at you, it falls off quickly after applying it, so ugly, It's better not to paint."
Zhou Jiao's squeamish hand trembled, and Xia Weiyi's eyes turned white, and she moved her easel to Huang Dan's side.
"That dead Xia Wei, she said that my nail polish was bought for three bottles for one dollar, how is that possible, it is obviously one dollar