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

Chapter 9: Bai Yang's Other Path
Bai Yang was not trained in painting, but he met a wandering painter when he was traveling in Dali in his previous life.

The two of them drank and chatted on Renmin Road every night. They got along very well. Over time, they learned some basic skills from each other.

Drawing is a very boring job and Bai Yang's talent is average. According to his friends, drawing is an art, but Bai Yang is learning it as a skill.

This evaluation is correct. After painting for several years, Bai Yang has laid a solid foundation, but he has never created any paintings that can be called works. Ordinary people like them very much. After all, painting likeness is the highest evaluation of ordinary people for a painting.

So for a long time, Bai Yang earned a lot of living expenses by painting on the street.

Now, drawing the most basic still life combination is easy for Bai Yang. In less than an hour, the pure white paper is already covered with clean black, white and gray tones.

Finally, he left a name in the lower right corner, put down the pencil in his hand, took two steps back and looked around.

"My hands are a little rusty, but as far as sketching is concerned, it's more than enough for high school art exams."

High school art exams do not require any artistic skills. The absolute core of the exam standards is basic skills, and Bai Yang's performance in this regard is a dimensionality reduction attack on high school students.

This is Bai Yang’s other path, art examination.

The requirements for academic subjects are very low. As long as the painting level is high enough, one can enter the top universities in the country, including Tsinghua University. Of course, in the art examination circle, entering Tsinghua is far less difficult than the Central Academy of Fine Arts and the China Academy of Art.

"In my previous life, I studied engineering, but it was not of much use to me. In this life, I studied art, which I like, and I can enjoy my college life. This can make up for my regrets."

Anyway, for those who are reborn, the major is not very important, what is more important is the environment.

It was almost time for class, so Bai Yang put away his painting supplies and leisurely left the studio.

The door of the studio was pushed open with a sharp creaking sound.

"When can this door be repaired?"

The round-faced fat boy complained, "Every time I come here, it feels spooky. Is this a horror movie?"

"The school doesn't bother to take care of us."

The student following behind laughed and said, "It's good that there is an art studio in the Cultural Building. Anyway, we go to Teacher Luo's studio on weekends and holidays. Don't worry about this little thing."

“Art students are worse than dogs.”

The little round-faced girl wailed, "I've been drawing this and that all day, and I don't know what the result will be. I wish I could be as good as Wanwan."

"He's a virgin, how long have you been learning?"

The group turned on the lights and sat down in front of their easels.

"Huh? Why is there an extra painting here?"

A student stood in front of an extra easel and said, "When did Wanwan draw another one? She really works hard."

"Really?" The round-faced girl leaned over and looked at the sketched still life on the drawing board. "Wanwan has made progress."

"Based on Wanwan's level, can you still tell whether she has made any progress?"

"Hey, even though I'm not a good painter, I still have some appreciation ability!" The round-faced boy was not convinced.

"Wait." Another student leaned over: "It seems to have a name."

"poplar?"

Everyone looked at each other.

“Is there such a person in our studio?”

"Maybe it was just something I wrote casually late at night?"

"Wanwan's handwriting is not like this."

The door of the studio creaked again, and everyone looked over.

A slender and cold figure stood at the door.

"Wanwan, come here quickly."

The round-faced boy waved, "Are you here for extra practice today?"

The visitor walked closer without saying a word, stood in front of the easel, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he shook his head slightly.

"I said it wasn't Wanwan's painting." Another classmate guessed, "It should be a sample painting made by Teacher Luo, right?"

"Teacher Luo doesn't usually draw sample paintings. Do you think she will come to draw when we are not around?" "But besides Wanwan and Teacher Luo, who else in the school can do this?"

Everyone fell silent.

The girl named Wanwan looked at the canvas for a long time and suddenly said, "I'm not at that level."

"The artist of this painting is much better than me."

"That's Teacher Luo." The round-faced boy clapped his hands with his fists. "Yes, she's usually too idle. Although she's the only art teacher in the school, except for the occasional class for freshmen, all the art classes for sophomores and juniors are occupied."

“This is what No. 1 Middle School is like.”

"I also want to be an art teacher when I grow up. It's very leisurely."

The topic quickly went off track.

The girl stood in front of the easel and spoke so low that no one could hear her.

"It's not Mr. Luo's style either."

".poplar?"

“Ever heard of mermaids in the sewers?”

Zhong Xilu's tone was mysterious.

"Have you read it?" Bai Yang closed the math textbook in his hand.

"No." Zhong Xilu said calmly, "I don't dare to watch it. It seems like a horror movie."

"Not really." Bai Yang explained patiently: "This movie is a banned movie. I advise you not to be curious."

"Banned film!" Zhong Xilu's eyes lit up.

"Don't get too excited about this kind of thing!" Bai Yang was speechless. "Pay attention to your image."

"You've seen it, right?" Zhong Xilu asked.

"A long time ago." Bai Yang rubbed his temples, trying hard to delete the memory of the movie that emerged unconsciously.

"I want to watch it!" Zhong Xilu held the phone tightly, "Watch it with me!"

"I reject."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Bai Yang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up.

Finally, another day passed.

As an adult, it is not a good thing to go through high school classes again. If Bai Yang did not have enough self-control, he really wanted to drop out of school and wait until he became successful to enjoy the simple campus life - although that kind of campus life was not simple at all.

"Don't go." Zhong Xilu also stood up, "I really want to see it!"

"You'll regret it after you see this." Bai Yang quickened his pace and walked out of the classroom without even waiting for Li Yang.

But Zhong Xilu followed up: "If I don't look, I feel like there are ten thousand mermaids crawling all over my body!"

"Do you want to hear what you're saying?"

"Let's watch together!" Zhong Xilu grabbed Bai Yang's shoulders.

The soft fingers passed through the thin cloth, and the temperature was transmitted to Bai Yang's skin almost without attenuation.

Bai Yang turned her head and looked at the other person, her clear eyes filled with the cunning that only belonged to a young girl.

She seemed to know that she was good-looking, and she was quite good at using that to her advantage.

I have been through hundreds of battles and my will is as strong as iron! How could I possibly lose to a little girl like this?
Bai Yang roared inwardly, but he remained calm on the surface, and his tone softened a little, "It depends on the situation."

"I'll come down tonight, and we'll watch it together during evening study!" Zhong Xilu became more and more aggressive, taking advantage of every opportunity to seize the opportunity.

Baiyang was defeated step by step.

The two walked out of the teaching building, and suddenly a slightly surprised voice came from the side:
"Deer?"

(End of this chapter)