Chapter 252

Take the man around him for example. He dyed a silver hair, which is very like a hardcover version with less white head.

There are seven or eight skeletons hanging on the skeleton shelf with bare ears.

Not to mention the big mask I haven't taken off since I entered the classroom.

Looking at the other party's shorts, which can be compared with the length of hot pants that Taimei likes to wear. If he doesn't have bright leg hair on each leg, Gu Zheng may really regard this as a slightly strong woman.

Even if it's just fancy clothes, those who engage in art today don't pursue a maverick, but this guy fell asleep as soon as he entered the studio. When their class head teacher and art professor came in, this guy was still snoring, which was a little too much.

Gu Zheng couldn't stand the room full of strange eyes shooting at him, so he kindly pushed his friends around him.

"Hey! Up, class."

"Ah? What? Oh, good!"

In order to wipe the saliva conveniently, the student finally took off the mask on his face. He wiped it with no grace.

Until this time, Gu Zheng saw the whole picture of the people around him. I went to see if Gu Zheng was brought to a different world by laughing and forgetting books.

The face under the mask is red and white, Mi Li is charming, but look down at the other party's Adam's apple. It's a man, no problem.

The people around him are really engaged in art. Neither teachers nor students have any response to this person's appearance. On the contrary, after he wakes up, he no longer pays attention to his direction.

Gu Zheng, who was about to have a straight man's cancer, quietly moved his ass out of the side seat. He felt that the classmate around him had begun to send out countless rainbow bubbles.

But he did smile at Gu Zheng as if he didn't know it, sorted out his messy hair, and began to turn his attention to the teacher.

On the first day of class, we will not involve too many professional problems, but more self introduction and tutor's introduction to the major of art and design.

Moreover, because they are night school re education colleges, most of the students here are halfway monks engaged in relevant occupations who need retraining.

So when it comes to self introduction and work display, it becomes a hodgepodge of all kinds. The students who go to the center of the classroom and hang their works on the display board really achieve the point where the eight immortals cross the sea and show their magic powers.

Not to mention the simple strokes of junior high school students who even Gu Zheng can't bear to look directly at, this is still the category of normal people.

It is said that one of them is a perfunctory Van Gogh and Picasso. Gu Zheng knows that this is really a mixed diploma place.

Thinking of this, he was inexplicably relieved. He was really afraid that his calligraphy and painting level was a little out of hand in professional institutions such as the Central Academy of fine arts.

Unfortunately, he still really wanted more. The students recommended by Professor Liu had already said hello to his head teacher, who was also a professional teacher, after he confirmed his registration.

No, when Gu Zheng, who looks like an ordinary person most among the students, occupied the center of the studio, the head teacher who didn't even lift his eyelids all the time turned his eyes to the long paper tube in his hand.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Gu Zheng. I'm 20 years old. This is my admission work. The title is" courtyard under the spring sun ". This is a simple ink painting work. Its main artistic conception wants to express an ordinary citizen's home, a courtyard full of wild interest and historical precipitation."

"Under the most real strokes, it shows the most real life state of citizens living in today's ordinary quadrangles..."

With Gu Zheng's eloquence, this most standard ink painting began to show in front of all teachers and students.

With the slow opening of this black and white painting, a leisurely view of Nanshan appeared in front of everyone.

The response was the exclamation of all the people present: "Oh!"

Gu Zheng, who was standing in the court, almost fell into a vacuum because of his behavior of pumping air-conditioning.

It is really that the level of this painting in Gu Zheng's hand is too far from that of the previous group of people.

Just like the firefly's ass competing with the sun and the moon, this group of students who were just fooling around really saw the power of professionalism.

"I'll go! Are you sure this is not an undercover agent specially sent by the Central Academy of fine arts? In order to highlight the professionalism of their college of re education, the entrustment of the Department of traditional Chinese painting?"

"Niu Dafa, if you have such a level, why don't you go to Liulichang's calligraphy and painting studio to be a high imitation painter? With this level, you can earn more than 10000 yuan a month!"

"On the disharmony of Xueba falling into the chicken nest!"

Before the class teacher's comments, he blew up his nest first.

Among them, Gu Zheng was most excited about the strange second dimension around him. While patting his thigh, he shook Hello Kitty in front of his chest, shaking his head like drunk and praising: "good! It's amazing!"

"Good painting, young master. The report of this training class is really worth it! Ha ha ha!"

Because the applause was too loud, the people around him moved around spontaneously.

When Gu Zheng returned to his place and sat down again, he found that there were only two people left by the window.

The head teacher on the stage turned back from the shock, coughed twice and began to comment. The details were in line with Gu Zheng's state of mind when painting at that time.

Until this time, Gu Zheng, who was sitting next to him, knew that Professor Liu, who had recruited him, had not lied to him. The teacher in the College of re education was really a bit of real talent.

If you know Gu Zheng's psychological state at this time, the professor of professional courses in the Central Academy of fine arts will burst into tears. At least he is a professional lecturer of the Central Academy of fine arts. He can teach those students who have passed the examination by virtue of their professional ability, not to mention the grass-roots team of your class?

But the head teacher couldn't hear it. While he was glad that there was finally a reliable student in the class, when the final exam and the art competition at the end of the year were not the bottom of his class, he called the last member of the class to Taichung central.

"Next, let's invite the last student to introduce himself and show his works on the stage."

"Quack quack!"

The applause was even more enthusiastic than ordinary students.

Who let these people who are used to art costumes have never seen animation characters?

But don't say, people still enjoy this pursuit.