Rebirth of the 90s Academic Master Xiao Tuantuan

Nan Xiyou doesn't have to continue to entangle, and doesn't have to continue to choose difficulties.

She climbed into bed, and when she was lying down, she had already planned to go directly to Dean Hu's office to tell her choice after class at noon tomorrow.

After thinking about it, Nan Xirou began to feel drowsy.

It started to rain at night, and there was just a crackling sound of raindrops beating on the windows.

In the dark sky, thousands of threads were scattered from the dark blue and dark gray clouds, as if thrown by gods and demons.

Gradually, gradually, the sky and the ground seemed to be sewn together by raindrops.

A series of bead curtains formed, and the rain became heavier and heavier. The original small bead curtains became rain pillars, like rows of sharp swords, slanting and shooting straight to the ground.

Nan Ximo and the others in their dormitory were not awakened by the sounds of nature, but fell asleep even more deeply.

The sound of the rain seemed to be a lullaby, leading them to gradually fall into a deeper sleep.

It may be due to the impact of the rain, everyone slept soundly last night.

In the morning, because the four of them had morning classes, they got up early.

As long as there are eight classes in the morning, everyone's time will be a little tight. In addition to washing and changing clothes, they also have to pack up the books used in class, and then go to the restaurant for breakfast.

Everyone walked quickly and anxiously along the way, and there was no extra time to chat and talk.

Nanxi Shao also followed everyone's pace and speeded up the process together.

This morning, besides having two professional classes in Chinese language and literature, Nan Xirou also went to the Academy of Fine Arts to attend classes.

She found that the professional courses of Chinese language and literature are somewhat boring compared with the courses of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Most of them are analysis of famous works, or post-reading impressions, mainly based on words or feelings.

The courses of the Academy of Fine Arts are different. Except for the courses of key basic knowledge, most of them are for the works to be painted by hand. Each section will have the subject matter requirements of each section.

This way and method of learning is precisely what Nan Xilou likes the most.

Although Chinese language and literature are a bit boring, Nan Xilou will still study and delve into it very seriously. After all, all writing is one, but the methods and forms of expression are different.

Nan Xiyou still cherishes the time of study very much, she will not desert or doze off in class.

After finally finishing three classes, Nan Xirou felt a little dizzy, probably because of excessive use of the brain, or it may be that Nan Xirou used the 'photographic memory' skill from time to time while attending classes.

If this skill is used for more than the specified time, it will cause a period of dizziness.

Now, Nan Xiyou had no choice but to find a wicker chair by the corridor, sit down and rest for a while.

She sat down, emptied herself, and let her mind enter a meditative state, so that her whole head could recover a little bit, and she would no longer be so dizzy.

After about half an hour, Nanxi Shao slowly recovered.

Nan Xishao, who has regained her vitality, seems to be in a state where the blood bar is full in the game.

"Knock knock~"

Although the door of Dean Hu's office was ajar, Nan Xishao politely knocked three times.

"Oh~ it's Nanxiyou, why come here now because I have figured out which major to choose?"

Dean Hu could tell from the steps Nan Xiluo walked into the office that she must have figured it out and made a decision.Otherwise, I wouldn't be so determined to move forward.

"Hey! Dean Hu is so powerful, you can guess the answer to my choice without me talking."

"You, you, Nan Xirou, your thoughts are all on your face, who would not know what you are thinking?"

Dean Hu laughed and spoke, the apple muscles on his cheekbones were particularly protruding, and his eyes almost narrowed into a slit.

"Tell me, how did you choose?"

"Dean Hu, I am sure to choose the major of fashion design."

Nan Xiyou said firmly and seriously.

"Well, it's not bad. The employment rate of fashion design is not bad. Compared with other majors, the employment rate is higher."

"Nan Xirou, can you tell me about your specific thoughts and considerations?"

Dean Hu sat on the swivel chair next to the desk with an appearance of listening attentively.

"Well~ First of all, I think our country of Hua has its own traditional decorations, and I don't want them to remain in the ancient times."

"I want those complicated and exquisite patterns to appear on our modern clothes."

"Secondly, what I consider is that no matter what line of work or industry, no matter men, women, young or old, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, everyone has different needs for clothing with different characteristics and performance."

"In the end, I want the clothes I design to be worn and bought, preferably all over the world..."

According to her own thoughts, Nan Xishao spoke out the three more important parts in turn.

"Clap clap! clap clap!"

"Not bad, Nan Xiluo, your ideals are indeed relatively lofty. Few people have such a huge world view. Not bad, not bad, you are a good seedling."

"No problem. If you want to study in a class majoring in fashion design, I can directly communicate with the class teacher and let you join the class."

"However, you still have to pay attention. You must submit the tasks or works assigned by the teacher in time when you join the class."

"By the way, you can go to the director of the office and get a class schedule for fashion design, so that you don't know the time later."

Nan Xishao faced Dean Hu and looked at him seriously, thinking of what to say.

She couldn't help but sigh with emotion, what kind of virtue and ability is she, having met so many mentors,
"Yeah! Thank you, Dean Hu, for your advice."

After Nan Xiyou finished talking with Dean Hu, Dean Hu signaled that she could go to the office director to get the curriculum.

Dean Hu himself picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the head teacher of the first class of fashion design.

She also told him in detail how talented Nan Xirou is, the kind of little genius who knows everything.

The head teacher of the fashion design major class didn't know whether Dean Hu was boasting or the truth.

However, he would definitely arrange for Nan Xirou to paint homework with everyone at the same time, and check the main problems of her paintings all the time.

When Nan Xilou left from the office director, she was holding the class schedule in her hand.

She was a little worried looking at the schedule. There were about three or four classes in a week that conflicted with the classes of the Faculty of Arts. She planned to find the head teacher or counselor of the fashion design major.

Let's discuss whether she can apply to take classes in the second class of fashion design major if it is similar to this kind of repeated courses.

The result did not disappoint Nan Xirou, both class teachers and counselors agreed, and she also got the schedule of the second class of fashion design by accident.

When Nan Xichao walked out of the art building, she was bouncing up and down, which showed that she was in an unusually happy mood.

At this time, she has completely forgotten her troubles before this.