Reborn, I am doing involution on Jinshan

The lecturer of the jewelry design class was a man, about 174 cm tall, with broad shoulders and a strong waist, about 30 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, ordinary looks and average height. He wore a zippered green stand-up collar sweatshirt, paired with blue jeans and white sneakers, dressed like a physical education teacher. He called himself Teacher Jian.

It was Yin Xiaoyao's first time here and she only brought a laptop. Teacher Jian also had a little assistant named Xiaomi, a gentle-looking young man with two fangs showing when he smiled. He enthusiastically helped the new students download and install jewelry software.

There are many famous jewelry samples on the software, as well as a basic learning version. It requires stretching and shortening to find the corresponding color scheme. It looks simple, but it is very chaotic to operate. Yin Xiaoyao fumbled for a long time before she drew an ugly four-leaf clover ring.

Teacher Jian stood behind her with a serious expression; Xiaomi was giving instructions beside her. Yin Xiaoyao experienced firsthand the pain of being conspicuous.

"New classmate, Xiaoyao, study hard and don't be anxious. You can adjust it here. The line is a little crooked... Hey, the color here is asymmetrical..." Xiaomi pointed out the mistakes without mercy.

This sharp-tongued man shows his cleverness in every word, and it also seems that every word he says is teaching people.

Yin Xiaoyao was revising the paper in a hurry, but the more she revised, the messier it became, and she couldn't help feeling annoyed.

I naturally started arguing with the third world in my heart: "Please, Xiaomi boss, just shut up."

At this moment, a broad palm reached out, held her chubby hand, and led her to draw smooth lines on the drawing tablet.

"Look, like this...don't shake your hands, hold the pen steady." Teacher Jian's deep voice rang in my ears, making me feel itchy, as if an electric current was passing through my whole body.

“Everything in the world has perception. Use your perception to create your own work.”

Yin Xiaoyao's face turned red instantly. She secretly glanced at Teacher Jian and saw that he was staring at the screen intently with a gentle and firm look in his eyes.

Under his guidance, the four-leaf clover ring gradually became perfect.

Next, Teacher Jian began to teach handicraft creation. Yin Xiaoyao had no brushwork skills, so she could only stare blankly, feeling uneasy.

It was the male classmate next to her who tore off a piece of white paper and three water-soluble colored pencils for her, whispering, "Student, draw. The tuition here is very expensive, you can't come here for nothing."

A young girl in the front seat seemed to have heard their conversation and was shaking with laughter. She turned around and handed her a Sakura fountain pen. She said in a cold voice, "Beautiful girl, I'm giving you this pen. It's specially made for drawing lines. Start drawing."

"okay, thank you."

They were making a lot of noise over there, so Teacher Jian looked over there, but didn't seem displeased, and continued with his talk.

Yin Xiaoyao thought it was another round of violent "education", but when she saw that no one was paying attention to her, she curled her lips, lowered her eyes and silently followed to learn how to compose a picture.

In the distance, Teacher Jian, who was secretly paying attention to her, couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth. This new classmate was full of spirit and was a good seedling.

Yin Xiaoyao began carefully sketching the lines after picking up her pen. She found the pen very easy to use, producing delicate and smooth lines that made her painting more vivid. As time went by, a beautiful composition gradually emerged under her brush.

It is a dancing butterfly ring.

Teacher Jian noticed Yin Xiaoyao's progress, and a flicker of admiration flashed in his eyes. He approached her and whispered, "Yes, you're quite talented. If you add a few more details, it would be even more perfect." Yin Xiaoyao was thrilled. She looked up and met Teacher Jian's gaze, and they smiled at each other.

"It's the teacher who taught me well." She said flatteringly

"Have you studied painting before?" Teacher Jian said with admiration in his eyes.

"Well, I learned a little when I was a child, and occasionally drew randomly at home." Yin Xiaoyao lowered her head a little embarrassedly.

"No wonder, having a foundation makes all the difference," Teacher Jian said with a smile. "However, there's still a lot of room for improvement."

Yin Xiaoyao nodded flattered, "Teacher, I will work hard!"

In the following classes, Yin Xiaoyao became more and more devoted, constantly trying new techniques and ways of expression. Teacher Jian also provided guidance and encouragement from time to time, which made her painting skills have a qualitative leap and stimulated many creative inspirations.

Before she knew it, the bell rang. Yin Xiaoyao put down her brush, breathed a sigh of relief, and gazed with satisfaction at her work: an eight-diamond long necklace, meticulously outlined and with accessories the size of a photocopy. Though it was an old model, the artwork was exquisite.

"Excellent!" Teacher Jian walked over to her and said approvingly, "I can see that you are very passionate about painting. Keep it up. I believe you will become an excellent designer."

Yin Xiaoyao looked at Teacher Jian with gratitude, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment and anticipation for the future. She knew that this learning experience would have a profound impact on her life.

After Teacher Jian and the assistant left, she returned the pen to the boy who had given her the paper. "Classmates, my name is Yin Xiaoyao. I want to treat you to a meal. Thank you both for helping me out in such a short time today and giving me the paper and pen."

The male student was tall, thin, and had a dark complexion. His clothes were faded, and it was clear that his living conditions were not good. With a strong sense of mutual assistance, Yin Xiaoyao generously invited them.

The sunny girl sitting in the front smiled at them, "Sheng Louxi, someone is inviting you to dinner. Can I go with them?"

"Xiaoyao, free and easy, a good name. My name is Wan Bizhu, very rustic."

Yin Xiaoyao smiled and joked, "It's not tacky at all. It sounds like a jeweled name. It's the name of an official's wife."

"Hahaha, you two beauties, you guys chat, I have something to do. We must have dinner together next time. I really have to go." The male classmate left the classroom after saying this, seeming to be in a hurry.

I checked my watch and it was only 4:. It was cold and I was getting hungry quickly, so I needed to replenish my calories.

"Then let's go." Yin Xiaoyao carried a small bag and a laptop bag, and walked out of the classroom with Wan Biju.

"Xiaoyao, what do you want to eat?" Wan Bizhu asked.

"I'm not very familiar with this place. Do you have any recommendations?" Yin Xiaoyao said with a smile.

"Then let's go eat hotpot. I know a hotpot restaurant that's really delicious." Wan Bizhu said excitedly.

The two walked and talked, and soon arrived at the hot pot restaurant. They found a seat by the window and ordered a pot of shuangyuan hot pot and some side dishes.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Yin Xiaoyao couldn't help but say.

"The hotpot in this restaurant is famous for its delicious taste. You will definitely like it." Wan Bizhu said confidently.

After the hot pot was served, the two of them couldn't wait to start enjoying it. They ate and chatted, and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

Xiaoyao enthusiastically used the serving chopsticks to pick up some meat for her companion. "Bizhu, now that you've learned design, can you take me with you when you go looking for a job?"

The sunny girl Wan Bizhu almost patted her chest and promised, "Okay, once you learn it, we can find a job together."

Just as she was about to have a deeper conversation, her phone rang. It was Bai Yilong calling, "Yaoyao, are you done with get out of class? Aunt Hua said she made fish soup, which will help heal your wound."

She always automatically ignored the fact that she was married. Yin Xiaoyao raised her lips and said a little guiltily, "I'm really hungry. I'm having hot pot with my classmates outside, so I might not be able to get home so soon."