Xie Sansi felt something was wrong with Brother Sui, and he couldn't tell where it was. He didn't know anything and dared not ask anything.

Jiang Sui was painting.

Xie San glanced at the things on the drawing paper, thinking about it but stopped saying: "Brother Sui..."

Jiang Sui lazily waved his 6b pencil: "If you have constipation, go squat."

Xie Sansi's brain circuit was pulled away: "That's not possible. The more you squat, the more you become constipated, and hemorrhoids are still developed."

"puff."

The guy on the left couldn't help laughing.

Xie Sansi yelled angrily: "Smile a few times!"

On the other side of the aisle, Chen Yu, who was sitting in the innermost like Jiang Sui, was painting with his back on his back and turned his head.

Xie Sansi blushed with shyness and flattered her mouth: "Sister Chen Yu, your sphere is well drawn."

Before Chen Yu could react, Jiang Sui stopped writing and asked: "What did you call her?"

Xie Sansi scratched his head: "Sister."

"I'm wrong?" he whispered, "Are I going to start calling her sister-in-law now..."

Jiang Sui kicked his chair leg with one kick.

Xie Sansi jumped up from the chair and shouted exaggeratedly: "Help! Sister save me!"

This movement failed to wait for his sister Chen Yu's help, but his teacher Zhao was waiting for him.

Zhao Chengfeng asked Xie Sansi if he wanted to go next door.

Xie Sansi was very embarrassed: "Why are you so embarrassed? I feel that my foundation is not very solid and there is still a lot of room for improvement. Now I am not very adaptable to it when I go to the second studio."

Zhao Chengfeng: "Is that true?"

Xie Sansi: "Yes."

Zhao Chengfeng stood at the door with a stern face.

Xie Sansi was cowardly and begged with a sad face: "Teacher Zhao, don't throw me into the fourth studio. I like this, I don't want to leave."

As he said that, he squeezed out two drops of cat urine, which was very stylish.

Zhao Chengfeng waved his hand without seeing it and said again.

"All senior high school students have to take a group exam when entering the studio. According to their grades, the best ones are assigned to the first studio, followed by the second and third studios. The last students are assigned to the fourth studio. Some of you came a few days late and missed the exam. Stay here for the time being."

His eyes swept over Chen Yu in the right corner.

"Some people were assigned to this studio based on their grades, but they started to slack off and stumble. I suggest you go to the fourth studio more and see what their attitude is and whether they have caught up with you."

His eyes flew towards Jiang Sui, Xie Sansi.

The former is listening to songs and paintings, and the latter is looking at it with dementia.

Zhao Chengfeng's temples thundered: "After perspective is over, it will be light and dark. After studying these two subjects, there will be an exam and the studio will be re-divided. Do you want to move the studio and where to move it? You have figured out yourself!"

After saying that, he was about to leave, and accidentally turned to the painting on the easel on the left corner, paused, turned his direction, and walked into the studio.

Jiang Sui was immersed in his own world and suddenly got kicked.

Before he got angry, Xie Sansi hurriedly squeezed his eyes desperately.

Jiang Sui pulled the headphones.

Zhao Chengfeng looked at his paintings and looked at them for a while: "The paintings are good."

"but,"

Zhao Chengfeng said: "If it's an exam today, you can only get zero points."

It doesn't matter if Jiang Sui.

Seeing his attitude, Zhao Chengfeng was furious and squeezed into the gap between the two easels, slapped the geometric body against the wall vigorously.

"I asked you to copy this, what did you copy?"

Jiang Sui painted buns.

In addition to Pan Linlin who was taking leave, there are five paintings on the studio, four of which have the same geometric perspective, and the other one is a basket of buns, which is the leader.

The atmosphere is very stiff.

Chen Yu tilted his head, his eyes passed by Teacher Zhao, and fell on Jiang Sui's painting, not knowing what he was thinking.

The other two boys came over and were watching, they each had their own thoughts.

Xie Sansi didn't understand this magical development. Didn't Teacher Zhao usually ignore Brother Sui? Why did he take care of him today?

There is a reason for Zhao Chengfeng.

Usually, he, a student, either does not write a piece of paper, or draws talismans, and intersects with water and plants. Today he actually draws something, and it is very complete.

Whether it is the shape, structure, perspective, or the light and darkness learned later, they are handled well.

It opens and closes well without losing the tenderness and delicateness of details.

There is a reason why Jiang Sui started writing. When he was a child, he liked painting very much and participated in some competitions. He won awards. His mother asked him for a teacher and gave him great hope.

The relatives all call him little artists.

The pressure encountered a rebellious period, and the negative emotions were not relieved in time, which affected the painting. I don’t know when it started, but suddenly the painting was very poor.

Nowadays, Jiang Sui Xiang draws it, but he can't draw it, so he can only draw what he likes.

For example, soup dumplings, sneakers, mp3s, headphones, tapes, etc.

The more I like it, the deeper the feelings I invest in, the better the painting will be, and the whole process will be smoother.

The morning soup dumplings gave him unprecedented strong emotions. He was like a young boy who tasted love, and he still had endless aftertastes.

So he drew it.

It's not that I'm idle and pretending to be stupid.

Zhao Chengfeng failed to make any changes to the lazy and casual students and left with a calm face.

Jiang Sui stood up and wanted to go out to wash his hands. When he found the girl looking at his paintings, he thought of the bun she gave him and swallowed.

"Stop looking, it doesn't smell like it."

Chen Yu's eyes moved away from the painting and said with his eyes, "You think I am you, you know how to eat." She turned around and suddenly said, "Come here."

Jiang Sui was stunned and raised his lips slightly: "Hmm?"

Chen Yu didn't look back: "Come here."

Jiang Sui walked to her with long legs under the gaze of three eyes.

The sound of breathing sounded in the studio.

Jiang Sui hooked the empty chair next to the girl and sat down lazily: "Tell me, what's the matter."

Chen Yu pinched a soft rubber in his hand: "The light and dark junction of your bun is very comfortable, I mean transition."

Jiang Sui watched her pink fingertips sink into the rubber.

Chen Yu tore off a piece of rubber and rubbed a ball: "How did you draw it?"

Jiang Sui leaned against the back of the chair: "Feeling."

Chen Yu pursed the corner of his mouth and Liu Ke said similar things when he guided her to arrange the line. She couldn't understand them at this stage.

"Then what reference book did you buy?"

Jiang Sui Xiang said that I still need a reference book. When the words came to my mouth, he glanced at the calm and serious gaze of the girl. He subconsciously changed his words: "Have you not started learning brightness and darkness yet? Why are you anxious?"

Chen Yu also looked at him: "Ask."

Jiang Sui scratched his eyebrows: "No reference book."

Chen Yumo is here.

Jiang Sui glanced at her painting: "The perspective is right, and the lines are clean and powerful."

Chen Yu lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

Jiang Sui was inexplicably irritated: "Okay, how long have you been painting? Now the best one in the third studio is you, and the most progressive one is also you, that's OK."

He comforted him unconsciously, although he was awkward and stiff.

Chen Yu turned his face sideways.

Jiang Sui understood what she had just said in her surprised eyes, and her face changed. She looked like an old pedan who was blowing her beard and staring at her fiercely, "Look at what I am doing, look at your painting."

The sound continued like a mosquito and flies.

The words "Chen Yu" passed through the door panel and floated into Jiang Sui's ears. His eyelids moved and he heard his name again.

"I don't think she's drawing very well."

"I'm so scared, okay? I went to the third studio ten times, and saw her painting in the corner ten times, looking noble and noble, far away from the world, and painting at the same level, not the material for learning art at all."
To be continued...