Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 212 New Environment
The four of them filed into the yard.

Then Bai Yang heard the sound of heavy breathing coming from the corner. He was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and saw a pig wearing black clothes in the corner?
Looking more closely, oh, it’s not a pig, but a huge fat Labrador.

In the hot summer, it was lazily hiding in the shade beside the wall, looking at me with sidelong eyes, not seeming to be shy at all.

"So cute!" Zeng Jianeng couldn't help but scream, "Teacher, can I touch it?"

Teacher Meng Jia smiled and said, "You can touch it, it won't bite."

Then he added: "It's called September."

"Why is it called September?"

"Adopted in September."

"Reasonable."

Zeng Jianeng squatted in front of Jiuyue and touched the dog's head. Jiuyue was still breathing heavily and wagged its tail symbolically.

Quite aloof.

"The building on the left is a dormitory, the building on the right is a cafeteria on the first floor, the second floor is a color studio, and the building in front is a sketching studio."

Teacher Meng Jia introduced: "My office is upstairs from the sketch studio. However, everyone should go to the dormitory to put their luggage first."

"Can I live in the same dormitory with Wanwan?" Zeng Jianeng immediately let go of Jiuyue and ran over to hold Chun Yuwan's arm.

"Of course you can." Teacher Meng Jia smiled and said, "The dormitory locations have not been arranged in advance. Just go in and choose a dormitory with vacancies. There are not many people here, so it's no problem if you want to live together."

"Great!" Zeng Jianeng looked at Chun Yuwan: "Wanwan, how is it?"

Chun Yuwan nodded: "I'm fine with either."

The boys' dormitory was on the first floor and the girls' dormitory was on the second floor, so Bai Yang and Chen Chen dragged their luggage up the stairs.

Five doors line the corridor.

"What do you mean?" Chen Chen asked, "Which one should we choose?"

"The innermost one, it's quieter." Bai Yang said with a smile, "People go up and down the rooms near the stairs."

"Row."

Walking to the last dormitory with 205 written on it, Bai Yang pushed open the door.

There are two bunk beds on both sides, wardrobes on both sides of the door, a long table by the window, and a toilet and washbasin.

The conditions are pretty good.

The lower bunk on the left has been made out with bedding, and it looks like someone is occupying it.

"Juanjuan, do you want the upper bunk or the lower bunk?" Bai Yang asked.

"Let's go to the upper bunk." Juanjuan smiled embarrassedly.

"Okay." Bai Yang threw his backpack onto the lower bunk on the right. "We'll probably have to go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities later, but put your luggage down first. Teacher Meng Jia is still waiting for us downstairs."

Chen Chen nodded, and the two of them walked out of the dormitory again, went down the stairs, and saw Chun Yuwan and Zeng Jianeng had already come out.

"Bai Yang, is there anyone in your dormitory? Wanwan and I chose an empty dormitory. Hehe, it would be the most comfortable if two of us could live together!" Zeng Jianeng said happily.

"There may be vacancies in the boys' dormitory, but the girls' dormitory will definitely be full." Teacher Meng Jia smiled and said, "Although there are six rooms downstairs, there are only about 20 beds, which is about the same as the number of female students who registered this year."

In the field of fine arts, there are generally more girls than boys.

Hearing this, Zeng Jianeng was a little disappointed, but soon cheered up again: "I wonder what kind of person my roommate will be. I'm really looking forward to it."

Chun Yuwan was a little worried. She had never lived in a group before and was probably afraid that it would be difficult to get along with her roommates, and that her personality would affect others.

I followed Teacher Meng Jia across the yard to the sketching studio, where several students were already practicing with their easels.

Bai Yang's attention was first attracted by a wall in the studio.

It is a huge sketch mural. A group of people, men and women, old and young, stand in front of the mountain.

To describe it as lifelike is too superficial and it is irresponsible to describe it from Bai Yang's perspective - it is a masterpiece.

Whether it is technique, atmosphere, or emotion, every aspect is very strong and shocking.

"This was painted by Mr. Zeng when the studio first opened." Meng Jia noticed everyone's gaze and explained as usual, "He spent the whole day painting, forgetting to eat and sleep."

"Just one day?" Zeng Jianeng opened his mouth wide.

Considering the size and level of this mural, it is not surprising to say that it took ten days or half a month to paint.

"He sketches faster." Teacher Meng Jia simply said, "You will have a chance to see Mr. Zeng sketch in the future. He is away these few days, and he will probably come over when everyone is here."

Walking up the stairs and pushing open the door of the office, Teacher Meng Jia was still introducing: "There is also a canteen on the first floor of the cafeteria. You can buy common daily necessities, including beddings and so on. I personally selected them. The quality is guaranteed. It is mainly for the convenience of everyone, so it is basically sold at cost price."

"In addition, the store also sells painting materials, including paints, brushes, paper, and some art tutorial books. You can go and have a look when you have time."

"As for the course schedule, I have a schedule here. You can take a look at it."

Bai Yang took the form.

Sketching class is from 8am to 12pm, color class is from 2pm to 6pm, and quick drawing class is from 8pm to 10pm.

Very simple course.

"There may be some creative courses and sketching activities later, but in the past two months, we will basically follow the schedule." Teacher Meng Jia sorted out the documents and asked casually while registering:

"You should already know about the tuition fees, right?"

"I know." Bai Yang nodded.

Eighteen thousand and eighty is not a cheap price for art training.

At least according to the information found on the Internet, there are quite a few art studios in the imperial capital with prices below 10,000 yuan.

Of course, it is difficult to guarantee the teaching quality of those studios. After all, there is no threshold to this industry. Any student from an art academy can open a class. Most of them are fresh graduates from art academies who cannot find other jobs, so they open classes to make money.

For those who major in pure art, becoming an art teacher is indeed a popular choice. Only those who are very good at painting and shine at their graduation exhibitions have the chance to be signed by galleries. Making a living by painting will not necessarily earn you more than doing art training.

As for painters, not to mention that there may not even be one in a year, even those who have this dream are all living in a dark rental house in Songzhuang.

Those that are more expensive than this are basically special small classes in famous studios, and the substitute teachers are all people who have been engaged in the training industry for many years and are very experienced.

Judging from what he has seen so far, Bai Yang feels that the tuition is worth it.

At least the facilities are complete, there is enough space, and life is convenient.

Many small art studios basically rent a floor in a building and convert it from a residential space.

Moreover, there is an advantage here that is not available anywhere else - you can't find people of the same level as Teacher Zeng in other art studios.

Even if the other party only comes to give lectures occasionally, it is enough to make the tuition worthwhile.

"Mr. Zeng has already told you that you are his fellow villagers, so he has given you a discount. Just give 15,000 yuan." Teacher Meng Jia said, "The studio's account number is on the brochure. Please try to transfer the tuition fee within two months."

"There is such a good thing." Zeng Jianeng's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect that Mr. Zeng, who looks sloppy, is unexpectedly a good person."

Bai Yang knocked her speechlessly and said, "Speak properly."

"It's okay." Teacher Meng Jia didn't care at all, and even laughed: "Mr. Zeng is indeed unkempt, and his personality is quite strange. You will know it after you get to know him for a long time."

"Okay, registration is complete. Now you can move freely, pack up your things, prepare daily necessities, etc."

He paused and said, "If you want to leave the studio and go for a walk, that's fine, but you have to bring your phone with you and tell the security guard the approximate time you'll be back."

"Can I go out?" Zeng Jianeng's eyes lit up.

"We are not a closed management base here." Teacher Meng Jia laughed: "But you can't stay overnight outside. You must come back at night. If there are special circumstances, you need to apply to me."

(End of this chapter)