Eastern Star Spot

Next week is the first comprehensive exam since the training camp.

It's not very important, but it can't be sloppy.

The messy seats need to be rearranged, Ye Ban frowned at the puddles of paint stains on the ground: "The students on duty today mopped the floor, and mopped the whole classroom."

Everyone looks at me and I look at you. I can’t remember when it was cleaned last time. The discipline in the studio is loose. There is no school head teacher watching at all times, and no one checks. The duty schedule is like a fake.

Ye Ban waited for a while and still no one stood up, so he said: "According to the student number, today is eighteen, who is number eight?"

No one should.

Shen Jiu asked Pu Jie: "Who is No. [-] in our class?"

Pu Jie looked back at the boy at the back door.

My class number eight...

Maybe I don't even know that I am NO.18.

Liao Dongxing really didn't know, Ye Ban called his name and said in surprise: "I'm number eight?"

Ye Ban raised his eyebrows, and said coolly: "Or it's me? Clean it up, especially the one at the door."

He unceremoniously instructed, and said to everyone in the class: "Clean up your seats, don't leave your things in the aisle, and throw them away when I step on them. Now move your things outside quickly, and wait until the floor is finished." When we moved in again, the air conditioner was turned off, and the windows were opened to let in the air.”

Everyone closed the paint cover unevenly, stretched their waists in a strange way, stuffed the drawing board into the bag, and walked outside with the painting bag.

Liao Dongxing was waiting at the door with a mop in hand. He saw a few girls slowly moving the easels, put down the mop impatiently, went up and lifted the easels outside with each hand.

Pu Jie patted him on the shoulder like a buddy: "Thank you."

She pointed to the two painting bags placed against the wall: "Help us take this too?"

He picked up everything without saying a word.

Zhao You was panting while carrying the paint, Liao Dongxing took a look at her thin arms and legs, then rolled up his two sleeves to his shoulders, and lifted them up one by one.

Ye Ban was watching from above. The weather was hot, and the boy's arms were covered with a thin layer of sweat. When stretched, the muscle lines could be clearly seen.

It still looks fresh, no messy tattoos, no moles or scars.

The profile of his face when he turned his head to talk to the girl was also very clean, and Pu Jie's hands behind his back were tightly held together.

Sometimes, it only takes a moment for a heartbeat.

When Ye Ban went back to see it an hour later, there were only single-digit people in the classroom. The afternoon before the exam, it was the default free practice.

Of course, Liao Dongxing will not be one of the remaining single digits.

But before leaving, he filled in the paint seriously, washed the pen and bucket and put it next to the seat, where the sun can shine by the window, Ye Mo smiled when he saw it.

The next morning was two and a half hours of sketching and copying, and their current ability is not enough to write silently.

Pu Jie complained slightly: "Ms. Ye is always behind me, so annoying, I'm so nervous..."

Shen Jiu was taking the exam in the next class, and she giggled: "Old Liu is super loose, sleeping on it all the time, even snoring, we laughed like crazy in the exam room."

"Why do you think he always hangs around behind me?" Pu Jie depressedly grabbed a handful of cornflakes.

"It's pleasing to your eyes." Shen Jiu glanced at his side, curled her lips and asked, "How does he draw?"

Pu Jie followed her line of sight, and was half-vented after finding a point: "Liao Dongxing's exam in the morning is like a test, drawing super fast, and I'm still sculpting. He almost finished the light and dark, handed in the paper in an hour, put me That panicked yo."

"So awesome?" She disdainfully said, "Don't draw blindly, otherwise the paper will be seen by the next class."

Pu Jie said, "I feel okay..."

The color topic in the afternoon was still life photo sketching, and Liao Dongxing started to write like a wild horse.

Ye Ban looked around the entire classroom, everyone else was playing at normal speed, only he played at 2x speed, which was particularly eye-catching.

The students in class one had never seen him draw in class, and were shocked by the speed.

Ye Ban was watching his paintings from the podium. From this angle, he could see his side face, his cheeks were tense, and he seemed to be holding his breath forever, with no expression on his face. The paintings in front of him were more energetic than his face.

His eyes moved to the painting, where the oranges and apples had a clear structure, and a bunch of daisies were painted by him like exploding fireworks.

An hour and a half before the end of the exam, Liao Dongxing stood up.

Leaf Banner raised her chin slightly towards him.

Liao Dongxing nodded.

Ye Ban squinted his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Liao Dongxing laughed silently, closed the lid of the paint box, picked up the bucket and left.

Liu Xingsu just came to inspect, saw the interaction between the two of them, scratched his head, walked up to him and asked, "What are you two doing with watermelons?"

Liao Dongxing hadn't left the door yet, and said to him, "Brain wave communication requires an IQ of over [-]. You can't learn it."

"..." Liu Xingsu put his hands on his hips, "If you don't pay for the house for three days, you damn—"

Ye Ban thought the two of them were impressed with the discipline of the exam, so she drove them out and closed the door.

But his face was obviously not as serious as before, and when he smiled, there were two more creases at the end of his eyes, making him look gentle and clear.

Their communication just now was actually very simple——

"Did you finish the painting? No more changes?"

"It's finished, there's no need."

"Well, it's okay, not bad."

"Of course, I'm leaving."

One dared to hand in the paper and the other dared to accept it.

If the vice-principal is changed, press the button and let Liao Dongxing sit until the exam is over.

Liao Dongxing regained his sleep, and passed the next sketch test in good spirits, and then went to Dongdu to work without stopping.

In the empty classroom of the Hangzhou studio, his paintings were spread out on the floor with other people's paintings, neatly placed one by one.

Roughly estimated, there are about four to five hundred sheets, and they are always dazzling.

The Studio Boss holds a laser pointer in his hand, and when he sees something that catches his eye, he flickers around it a few times, and someone picks it out and puts it aside.

He walked around for two laps and left, leaving a few teachers to grade.

The ones selected are naturally excellent, and the scores are higher by default.

But there are exceptions.

"Lao Ye, come." Liu Xingsu waved.

Ye Ban walked over and saw their sketch teachers arguing endlessly around a painting.

Art is not like a math problem, it has no standard answer, and the score has a lot to do with the personal aesthetic tendency of the marking teacher. Some people say that the painting is too rough to be worth the grade, insist on lowering it, and some say that the big effect can be picked out It's a bonus item.

Liu Xingsu was one of those who defied all opinions and supported high scores.

"Lao Ye, look at this stroke." He stroked his chin, "It's amazing."

Ye Ban frowned, examining carefully.

To be honest, this painting looks a bit ugly. Of course, the reason why the model who copied the model is ugly is not ruled out.

But it must be admitted that the lack of patience in painting has caused the picture to lose some details, but the flaws are not concealed.

"The shape is quite comfortable, the big relationship is handled very well, and the transition is natural." He commented with a serious expression.

Several teachers nodded.

Liu Xingsu clapped his hands: "Then 93."

"It's high." Ye Ban pondered.

"What about 91?"

"almost."

The two sang together and set the score.

The teacher who insisted on low scores came back to his senses after writing the scores. Wasn't he fighting for 85 or 89 at the beginning?

The next color roll and sketch roll also met this wonderful student.

Now everyone has a bottom line.

A piece of rough stone that has not been polished is still the kind that can produce imperial green or ice jade with a high probability.

I don't know which class and which teacher took it.

The hour hand points to 21:00

At the same time, Liao Dongxing is doing a very serious thing:

fight.

It was expected that the young lady's necklace was not found before. They lost thousands of things and never found one ten thousandth of them. Sun Yi took this opportunity to find trouble.

Liao Dongxing is usually not as knowledgeable as an idiot, but he can't stand up to Sun Yi's five elements.

He brought out Liao Guofeng's case in public, but he couldn't say that "like father, like son", so he picked the bad ones and scolded him, saying that Liao Guofeng died of excessive drug use, and that he had a rotten disease before his death.

The investigation on the matter of laughing gas became more and more chaotic, and Liao Dongxing was in a state of desperation, so he went up and punched the two of them and wrestled together.

The younger brothers in the corridors on both sides stood in a daze. Brother Fang was not there, so they couldn't find anyone in charge.

After all, Sun Yi was a senior gangster, and he had accumulated a lot of younger brothers over the years. They immediately joined the battle when they saw the boss die.

More than a dozen, shameless.