born stubborn

"My name is stern, stern stern, stern stern."

As the temporary head teacher of the intensive training class, facing the pair of joyful and unknowingly childish eyes in the studio, there is always only one expression of sternness.

Like his name, it is as cold as marble buried in ice and snow in deep winter.

"As soon as you hear my name, you should know that I am a person without temperature." Yan Yan said coldly.

"Hehehe..." the grinning erhu laughed inexplicably.

The other students also laughed together.

Yuan Yang didn't laugh. Firstly, he didn't think it was funny. Secondly, he felt that the teacher's demeanor didn't look like he was joking.

Liang Yue laughed, he had a natural low point of laughter, so there was nothing he could do.

Strictly glanced at them, pulled the skirt of his clothes, and cleared his throat.

"There are a total of 50 people who signed up for you. I can't teach so many, so I will give you 10 minutes to laugh. Whoever can't bear it anymore, don't need to say hello to me, just leave. Let's start now!"

Why?Everyone looked confused for a moment, you looked at me, and I looked at you.

It's useless to watch, because they are all new classmates, and there are only a few who only met each other last night.

Yan Yan waited for about two or three minutes, and seeing that no one made a sound, and no one dared to laugh anymore, he began to say again:

"I said a few conditions, whoever meets them will leave, and those who don't can stay."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay again. This teacher named Yan Yan was in his early thirties, with sharp eyes, handsome and handsome.

But when it comes to speaking, there is not a single sentence that can make people understand.

Isn't the purpose of the teachers running the training class to make money?

Doesn't one more student mean an extra expensive training fee?

But this teacher is very interesting, he chased people away first.

"First, if the family has no money, leave; second, if the self-esteem is too strong, leave; third, if the body is weak, leave..."

Yan Yan said a series of seven or eight conditions for leaving, which filled the studio with pale faces.

To be honest, I am afraid that there is not a single student in this studio, and they are all gone.

To be honest, the students didn't move, because they still don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the grim teacher's gourd.

I came here with great difficulty, and I can't retreat just because of one or two harsh words from the teacher.

"Is no one leaving? Okay, then I will start to arrange today's lessons."

Strictly speaking, he turned around and listed a row of class schedules on the blackboard, from 8:10 am to [-]:[-] pm.

After finishing the list, Yan Yan turned around and said: "Two hours of sketching this morning, two hours of gouache, 40 sketches per person from afternoon to night, and all works will be submitted for judging tomorrow morning."

"Ah?" Ma Datou almost burst his huge eyes.

"40 sketches? My mother, what if I can't finish drawing?"

Ma Datou spoke everyone's heart, and all the students looked at the stern with pleading eyes, and prayed silently: OK, please?

The stern expression remained the same, "Can't finish the painting? Leave."

The props of the still life are apples, all kinds of apples.

Rose red Fuji, light green yellow marshal, grass green Granny Smith, red star, and Guoguang, which gradually changes from rose red to Naples yellow.

There was nothing but apples, and a white cloth underneath.

"Da Vinci painted eggs, now we are Apple, upgraded?" Liang Yue joked quietly with a smile.

Yuan Yang twitched the corner of his lower lip, and said in a low voice, "The simpler things are, the harder it is to draw. These kinds of apple colors are expressed in sketches, and it's very difficult to master."

Liang Yue nodded, "Let's draw a picture, I don't know if this teacher is very demanding."

The two brought a lot of pencils, and there was a large bundle of 234B together, as well as darkened carbon strips and various erasers.

Most of them were spread out on the crosspiece of the easel, and they stopped chatting and just started to draw.

The time for sketching is only two hours, and the speed of the two of them is quite fast, and they have already begun to deepen the relationship between light and shade, and the people around them haven't drawn many lines yet.

With his hands behind his back, Yan Yan looked around slowly in the studio with a calm expressionless face.

The erhu is also very fast, and the round apples fill the entire drawing paper.

I don't know whether it's nervousness or anxiety, but the lines that come out are all curved.

"The painting is quite vivid?" Standing behind the erhu, Yan Yan just glanced at it, then snorted: "Tear up the painting again."

"Ah?" The erhu was very confused, not knowing whether to listen to the first sentence or the latter sentence, he couldn't help asking: "Teacher, there is more than an hour left."

"Did I ask you to tell the time?" Yan Yan narrowed his eyes, "Also, what does your apple look like? Is it grafted with a kiwi fruit? A layer of hook hair."

"Pfft..." Ma Datou, sitting next to the erhu, couldn't help laughing.

Yan Yan turned his face and glanced at Ma Datou's painting, and said coldly: "You still laugh at him, your painting is not as good as his, isn't your apple picked up next to the sewer in the fruit market?"

Liang Yue almost laughed out loud, Yuan Yang quickly gave his arm, and he held back with all his might.

"This teacher is too sharp, don't provoke him." Yuan Yang reminded Liang Yue in a low voice.

"I know." Liang Yue suppressed a laugh and whispered, "I can see it, but I can't help it."

"You're so funny." Yuan Yang also secretly smiled, "If you want to laugh, let's go laughing under the covers at night."

"Hehe!" Yan Yan suddenly raised his voice, looked at the painting of the girl with disheveled hair and black frame yesterday, lowered the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "Your glasses are sunglasses, right? The painting is so dark, eggplant?"

The girl with the black frame blushed instantly, her hands trembled and she couldn't draw anymore, and explained: "Teacher, my style is just a little bit biased."

"Heavy? Style?" Yan Yan laughed, and said sarcastically: "I didn't see the style, but I saw a bunch of rotten eggplants."

The girl with the black frame almost shrank.

Yan Yan ignored her at all, turned around to look at others, and continued his unacceptable 'praise'.

It wasn't until standing behind Yuan Yang that Yan Yan shut up.

He took a closer look at Yuan Yang's painting, then turned around behind Liang Yue, also without making a sound.

Yuan Yang thought that the two of them had passed the test, and just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but Yan Yan suddenly asked Liang Yue, "Which school are you from?"

"Nanying No. [-] Middle School." Liang Yue replied honestly.

Yan Yan took another look at Yuan Yang, "Are you from No. [-] High School too? I think you two have similar techniques."

"En." Yuan Yang simply responded.

Strictly laughed, he curled his lips, "Isn't Li Xinze just living for the past few years? Or is he a waste? Good students were turned into idiots by him."

Fuck me!Yuan Yang almost blurted out.

I don't know what it's like if the words don't fall on my head, now it's really unbearable for uncles and aunts.

It doesn't matter if you call him and Liang Yue stupid, but it's too irritating to even bring Teacher Li along.

Fortunately, they turned around and left after Yan Yan scolded them, and they didn't see the unhappy expression on Yuan Yang's face at all.

Liang Yue hastily grabbed Yuan Yang's wrist, making his eyes remind him that it was unnecessary.

Two hours passed quickly, Yan Yan stood in the middle of the studio, ordered them to stop writing, and all stood beside him.

"Come on, you start here and look at each one."

Yan Yan pointed in a direction, and everyone followed his direction and began to look at the works one after another.

I am afraid of comparing anything. When forty or fifty works are displayed in front of my eyes, everyone is speechless.

Because each one can almost see the advantages and disadvantages.

"Have you finished watching?" Yan Yan asked in a cold voice.

No one said anything, only some people nodded.

"After reading your paintings, it opened my eyes. I only have one feeling. Chickens rubbing their shit on the ground are better than your paintings."

After saying this, Yan Yan actually laughed, a very ridiculous way of laughing, and said while laughing: "It's a pity that you are recommended by a key school, it's all bullshit!"

The group frowned, but held back at the same time.

After all, Yan Yan is a teacher at the Nanying Academy of Fine Arts, and it is normal to look down on the technical level of these newborn calves.

"I only judge paintings, not people."

Yan Yan scanned the works again, and pointed to seven or eight of them.

"These few pictures can be packed and taken home. They are not for the British and American exams, so go to another art academy."

Fortunately, in those four or five pictures, there are no Yuan Yang and Liang Yue.

Yan Yan pointed to a dozen or so of them.

"These few pictures are also difficult. If there are people from poor families, it is recommended to learn other things. The chances of being admitted to Britain and the United States are not high."

Fortunately, there are no Yuan Yang and Liang Yue in these ten or so pictures.

"The rest is okay." Yan Yan looked at the students and clicked on a dozen or so.

"These few are still a little bit better, but I can't guarantee that they will be admitted."

Yuan Yang and Liang Yue were pleasantly surprised, because they were among the dozen or so pictures.

The depression that had been severely hit just now finally regained some confidence.

Half an hour was given for the inter-class activities, which included the preparation time for the gouache painting in the next class.

Ma Datou hid in the toilet and cried, while Erhu persuaded him.

When Yuan Yang and Liang Yue came in, the erhu was saying, "I also said that my chances are not high. I don't believe in evil, so you can try."

Ma Datou said: "Teacher Yan asked me to pack and go home directly."

After all, they were in the same dormitory. Liang Yue stood beside him and tried to persuade him, but he didn't know what to say.

This matter is quite contradictory. I advise him to try it. If he really fails the exam, it is really a waste of time.

It is even more inappropriate to persuade him to give up.

Although Yuan Yang stood beside him for a while, he didn't speak.

The art test and college entrance examination are also a major hurdle in life, and no one dares to jump to conclusions.

The gouache class feels the same as the sketch class, and it is still severely damaged.

Holding back their anger, feeling angry, shy, and pretending to be stupid, these people don't know how to get through the whole morning.

However, something even more exciting is yet to come.

From afternoon to night, it was full of sketches.

40 sketch tasks, no models yet, let them draw against each other.

Ma Datou was drawing the erhu. At the beginning, he was good at drawing, but later he simply drew the two mustaches on the remaining sketch paper.

I also developed a habit of drawing the head of a horse with the erhu. Whenever the paper is changed, I first draw two big circles in the middle, representing the eyes of the head of the horse.

The black-framed girl with disheveled hair faced the unkempt boy, and the two of them almost threw up while drawing.

Above the heads of the characters in the sketches, all turned into a pile of rough grass, like a firewood stack.

Liang Yue's sketches are fast, and he knows it well. When he was in No. [-] Middle School, he already drew more than one or two sketchbooks of Yuan Yang, and practice makes perfect.

Yuan Yang painted very slowly. Facing Liang Yue's face, which he was easily distracted at first glance, he couldn't help but want to carve it in detail, so as to draw Liang Yue's natural flying spirit.

His hands became stiff wooden claws with fatigue, and his eyes were staring sorely, but he was still far away from completing the task.

"Liang Yue, how can you draw so fast?"

Yuan Yang was convinced, he felt that the speed with which he finished one drawing, Liang Yue finished both of them.

"Because your image is already engraved in my mind." Liang Yue said with a smile.

Until 11 o'clock in the evening, Yuan Yang finally finished the painting.

Looking up and looking around, less than half of the students in the studio were still gritted their teeth and continued to work.

Liang Yue leaned on a chair next to Yuan Yang, resting his head on his arms and closing his eyes.

He finished painting a long time ago, saying he was waiting for Yuan Yang, but unexpectedly fell asleep.

Maybe the posture is a little uncomfortable, Liang Yue's upper lip is slightly parted.

Under the tightly closed eyes, there are two rows of deep and thick eyelashes, occasionally shaking slightly.

Yuan Yang rubbed his eyes, leaned closer to Liang Yue for a closer look, and saw a drop of crystal clear water dripping from the inside corner of his pink lips, very cute.

If it wasn't still in the studio, if there weren't so many melon-eating people in the studio, Yuan Yang couldn't help but go forward and suck it up for him.

It's a pity that it can't be realized now, Yuan Yang patted Liang Yue's elbow lightly in disappointment.

"Wake up, go back to sleep."

Liang Yue suddenly opened his ignorant eyes, stared at Yuan Yang for a long time before he could focus, frowned, hummed, and stood up.

Suddenly, his numb legs made him unsteady, and he slumped back onto the chair with a flick of his shoulders.

The angle was wrong, the chair not only failed to bear Liang Yue's weight, but was pushed aside by him, and this time he even lost his balance.

Seeing that Liang Yue was about to lie on the ground, Yuan Yang fiercely grabbed Liang Yue's waist.

Yuan Yang thought he had enough strength to pick up Liang Yue, but he didn't expect that Liang Yue had lost all balance.

By the way, Yuan Yang, who was standing at an oblique angle, also lost his support, and the two suddenly made a loud bang.

The startled students in the studio all stopped their hands and looked towards this side.

Yuan Yang overwhelmed Liang Yue, overlapped on a knocked-down drawing board, and accidentally smacked Liang Yue's face with his mouth, the intimacy was a bit hot on the eyes.

"Oh my god, come and sketch!" The unkempt boy joked.

The girl with disheveled hair smiled unkindly.

"These two handsome guys really have a friendship, are they here to cheer you up because everyone is sleepy?"

In the studio that had been suppressed all day, the atmosphere finally changed, and a burst of happy laughter broke out.

Yuan Yang didn't speak, and got up quickly with a blushing face, then grabbed Liang Yue and patted the dust for him.

Liang Yue also smiled awkwardly and waved to everyone, "I'm sorry to disturb everyone."

After Yuan Yang cleaned up the battlefield, he dragged Liang Yue out of the studio together.

Liang Yue's legs may not have blood circulation for too long, and he can't walk very well. Most of the body's center of gravity can only rely on Yuan Yang.

"Yuan Ruanruan, your favorite two legs may be limping." Liang Yue said jokingly.

Yuan Yang gave him a funny look, "You're limping before I fuck you?"

Liang Yue let out a snort, and tightened his hand on Yuan Yang's neck, "Isn't it? How about a big fight in the woods soon?"

Yuan Yang was almost suffocated by his strangulation, he broke his arm with all his strength, "Fight, fight, whoever is afraid of whom."

Liang Yue didn't let go, and simply put the whole body on Yuan Yang, "Oh, I can't walk anymore, should you carry me on your back?"

"Remember, you must recite, you stand up first."

Yuan Yang helped Liang Yue stabilize, then suddenly squatted down, grabbed Liang Yue's waist and legs with both hands and lifted him up, giving him an authentic princess hug.

"Fuck!" Liang Yue almost fell, his arm reflexively hooked Yuan Yang's neck, "This is a corridor, don't fall on you!"

"Don't worry, I can hold you." Yuan Yang hugged Liang Yue tightly and ran downstairs.

Liang Yue didn't dare to move around in the corridor, he was afraid that Yuan Yang would fall, so he could only honestly be hugged by Yuan Yang.

As soon as he got out of the studio building, Liang Yue jumped out of Yuan Yang's arms like a carp, grabbed his clothes and stretched them forward, and quickly hooked his heels around his hind legs.

Yuan Yang had only seen Liang Yue's back cut, but he didn't know that he would trip and grab him, and his body was suddenly thrown backwards by Liang Yue.

Liang Yue scooped up both arms, and gave him a beautiful princess hug.

"Hey!" Yuan Yang struggled to get down, and shouted urgently: "I'm not lame, let me down!"

Liang Yue clasped his waist and legs tightly, and tied him tightly to himself, "Call, call everyone out to watch the excitement."

Thanks to the late night, there was no one on the road.

Otherwise, if you hug me and I hug you, the crazy ones wouldn't dare to be so bold.

After Liang Yue was addicted to hugging, he threw down Yuan Yang who was tossing in his arms like a big maggot, and clapped his hands with a smile.

"The waist is quite thin, with top-notch flexibility and softness."

Yuan Yang tugged at the hem of his clothes, looked around to make sure no one was peeking at them, and then moved closer to Liang Yue.

"It's still the sexy little abdominal muscles of your Liang milk bag, I can get hard just by looking at it."

Liang Yue couldn't help but smile, and stepped forward to grab Yuan Yang's wrist, "Come on, they haven't finished drawing the erhu yet, go back to the dormitory to show you your abs."

"Good idea, hurry up." Yuan Yang smiled ripplingly.

After walking for a while, the street lights began to become sparse, and the surroundings were still a little cautious.

When the two came near the grove, they suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, and they fell silent in a tacit understanding.

After entering the depths of the woods, Liang Yue realized that he should not meet any more dates this late at night.

In the dark and cold atmosphere, if you don't speak, you will be even more inexplicably cautious.

"I didn't expect that I fell asleep." Liang Yue said something.

Yuan Yang turned to look at him, but with the faint yellow light from a street lamp in the distance, he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Next time you get sleepy again, you can go back to sleep without waiting for me. Now that the temperature has cooled down, sleeping in the studio is easy to catch a cold."

"En." Liang Yue responded.

Just as Yuan Yang was about to say something, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew from the depths of the forest, scraping the rustling branches and leaves.

This cool wind seemed to be wrapped in a sharp ice knife, and it slashed coldly at the naked skin of the person.

Yuan Yang shrank his neck unconsciously, and sneezed violently.

Liang Yue hurriedly pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly, "Just now you were worried that I might catch a cold, so you didn't even say to wear more clothes."

"It's okay, you don't think my body is warmer than yours." Yuan Yang didn't shy away from it, and enjoyed Liang Yue's hug generously.

Liang Yue laughed, "I know you are little sun, so you have to pay attention to your body."

"Don't worry, my body is made of cast iron, and I have never been sick..."

Before Yuan Yang finished speaking, he suddenly heard a sudden sigh from a place very close to them.

"Hey……"

The two fell silent for a moment, and became alert reflexively.