The beautiful military wife did not accompany the army, and the cold-faced officer panicked

Liu Yang saw them from across the street. Seeing that they were standing there, he knew they were waiting for him, so he ran a few steps and asked curiously, "Why did Mr. Qian come here so early?"

"I'm here to submit my paper." Qian Zhe raised the file bag in his hand.

Liu Yang walked into the campus with them and asked as they walked: "Did you pass your thesis?"

"It's over." Qian Zhe replied in a gentle voice.

Kong Shan praised him, "Not only did he pass, but he will soon be published in several well-known academic journals, including those from abroad. Our Xiaozhe is really amazing. He could have gone home and become a rich young man, but he chose to follow my dad in research and work in a factory."

Liu Yang admires people who write good papers the most. It is really amazing that Qian Zhe's paper can be published in a magazine.

In that era, there was no Internet and not so many platforms to publish good articles. All the good articles could only be published in magazines and newspapers. Magazines and newspapers were also classified according to the articles and had fixed pages. There were only a few articles in each issue, which shows how high their gold content was.

"It's nothing special. It's just that Professor Kong gave good guidance." Qian Zhe's gaze stayed on Liu Yang for a second. After seeing the medal on her chest, he looked away calmly.

The three of them entered the teaching building together and then separated. Liu Yang and Kong Shan went to the classroom, while Qian Zhe went to find Professor Kong.

As soon as Liu Yang entered the classroom, she was surrounded by people. Her classmates were sharp-eyed and noticed the medal on her chest at a glance.

"Liu Yang, where did you get this medal? It's really beautiful."

"You are ignorant. It's obvious that he is from the army."

The classmates were discussing Liu Yang's medal. Feifei, a classmate who was on good terms with Liu Yang, answered everyone's questions, "Liu Yang went to Jingzhou two days ago. Her husband participated in a national martial arts competition. This should be a medal for the competition."

"Is it so amazing? Which place did you get?"

"First place in all-around." Liu Yang did not take off the medal. He had no place to put it and was afraid of losing it. It would be safer to wear it on his body.

"Number one in the country! Your husband is really amazing. I wonder if I can find such an amazing man in the future."

"You're only a freshman, and you're already thinking about getting married. Which university did you choose to go to?"

"It's none of your business. Can't you think about getting married after entering university? Love and study don't conflict. Look, Liu Yang has done a good job of both, hasn't he?"

Liu Yang smiled as he watched these young people in their 18s or 19s bickering with each other, as if he had returned to that time.

She changed her mind and realized that she was only 22 years old, not much older than them, and she should join them instead of positioning herself as an older sister.

Liu Yang smiled and said, "There are many outstanding young men in the army. If there is a chance, I will help you find one."

When the female students heard this, they started asking what the male officers in the army were like, but the male students said they were ignorant.

Kong Shan was the only one in the classroom, quietly preparing for class at the podium. When the bell rang, she clapped her hands and said, "Okay, okay, let's talk about dating after class. It won't take long, and people can't run away. Now everyone, look at the blackboard, and class will begin."

Liu Yang really couldn't understand it. Professor Kong was such a rigid and strict person, but his daughter was humorous and witty. No students would ever be absent-minded in Kong Shan's class, and everyone rushed to answer questions, unlike in Professor Kong's class, where everyone was afraid of being called on.

There was originally only one English class in the morning, but when the get out of class was over, Kong Shan said that the Fine Arts Department had invited a nude model, which was a rare opportunity, so Zhuo Wenhua asked Liu Yang to go to class with his students.

"Professor Zhuo asked me to attend the class?" Liu Yang was a little surprised.

Kong Shan pointed at the classroom door and said, "Hurry up and don't be late. Professor Zhuo's class is not something that anyone can attend."

Liu Yang herself also wanted to go. Her major in college was for employment, but painting was what she really liked. When she was a child, she always painted in her grandfather's study, accompanying her grandfather and sitting there for most of the day.

Now that Professor Zhuo is willing to give me some guidance, I can naturally display my talent in painting. This is indeed a good thing. However, there is no free lunch in the world. Kong Shan and Professor Kong are on good terms, and Professor Kong was probably influenced by Qian Zhe. But what about Zhuo Wenhua? What is he looking for?

So Liu Yang must ask clearly first.

Liu Yang trotted all the way to the Art Department, found an empty seat and sat down with her bag. Zhuo Wenhua arrived late after the bell rang, followed by a little girl who was about the same age as the students. The girl was wrapped in a blanket.

"Students, please draw well in today's human figure sketching class. I will select three of your works and bring them to my exhibition." Zhuo Wenhua asked the model to sit in the middle, took off the blanket and prepared to start.

When the students heard this, they all put their best effort into it, because Zhuo Wenhua's art exhibition was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to show themselves.

Liu Yang studied fine arts and she has painted many nude models, which is a required course for art students. However, in this era, it seems that few people are willing to be nude models, and if the news gets out, they will be criticized for being immoral.

Although this little girl had most of her face covered, she looked very scared and held on to the blanket tightly, refusing to let go. It must be her first time doing such a job.

She might have encountered some difficulties and needed money urgently, otherwise she would not be willing to come here at all.

A gust of wind blew past from behind. Liu Yang turned around and saw that the window was still open. She quickly got up to close the window, and then pulled the curtains tightly, leaving no gaps.

When he sat down, he found Zhuo Wenhua staring at him. Liu Yang apologized apologetically: "Professor Zhuo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrupt the class discipline, I was just afraid that someone would see it."

"You are right. Models also have dignity. They are willing to make such a great sacrifice to provide us with the opportunity to sketch the human body. We should protect their privacy." Zhuo Wenhua reminded all the students present very seriously, "Old rules, you are not allowed to draw the model's face. Okay, let's start."

He said start, the students were ready, and the model trembled and let go of his hands.

Liu Yang came to the class temporarily and had no tools. Zhuo Wenhua brought his own tools over and said, "Draw. Let me see how talented you are as a painting genius with no basic skills."

"Professor Zhuo, I've only copied some paintings. As for the essentials of sketching, I've only read some in books. I'm sorry to embarrass you." Liu Yang tried to excuse himself in a low voice.

Zhuo Wenhua said nothing, just glanced at the drawing board and asked Liu Yang to start painting.

Liu Yang was in such a miserable situation. After all, he had more than ten years of painting foundation. However, under Zhuo Wenhua's watchful eye, he had to draw at the level of a beginner, without even a single professional movement.

After finishing the painting, her entire neck was stiff.

When she looked up, the model seemed even stiffer than her, and even her fingers were shaking.