art master

Chapter 8 Stories in the Studio
The girl stepped into the elevator with a look of disgust.

Mu Bai didn't bother to continue explaining, and followed the elevator.

The girl said to Mu Bai: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are disabled. If you follow me again, I will call the police! You can go and find out what happened to the boys who followed me before."

Mu Bai finally understood that for such a beautiful girl, there must be many people pursuing her.Apparently some people were rejected when they confessed their love, and they even did some outrageous things.

Thinking of this, Mu Bai took out the key that Zhou Yazhe gave him, and waved it in front of the girl.

The girl was stunned: "Where did you steal it from?"

These words made Mu Bai slap his forehead. This morning, he suddenly doubted his life. Does he look like a peeping tom?

He explained: "Professor Zhou gave it to me."

"Professor Zhou? Then why haven't I seen you before?"

"Because today is my first time here, to be honest, the way the art department welcomes newcomers is really a bit special."

The elevator suddenly fell into a strange silence, the girl's cheeks were flushed, and she didn't dare to look at Mu Bai again.

Fortunately, the fifth floor was not too high. The moment the elevator door opened, the girl said sorry and ran away.

Mu Bai smiled and shook his head, suddenly regaining the feeling of college days.

The studio is 503. Mu Bai opened the door. The independent studio is only a few square meters in size. There are two easels in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. There are canvases, brushes, paints and other things on the table in one corner.

Both the floor and the tables are very clean. Apparently the classmates who used this studio before often cleaned it.

Mu Bai wheeled his wheelchair to the window. There were no tall buildings on campus, and he could see half of the campus from here.

It's a pity that it's the end of October now, and the flowers and plants have already started to wither, otherwise the scenery here should be very good.

Mu Bai was in a good mood, adjusted the easel and started working.

After drawing a few drafts, Mu Bai was not very satisfied. When he was resting, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Mu Bai stretched his waist: "Please come in!"

It was Liu Zhe who came: "There is no movement in your studio, I thought you didn't come."

Mu Bai sighed: "I was just composing the picture in my mind."

"The biggest thing in the world is to eat. Wait until you finish eating and then come back and continue!"

Mu Bai looked at his phone, he didn't expect it to be almost 12:30, he really felt hungry after Liu Zhe said that.

Liu Zhe just arrived at the door of the studio pushing the wheelchair, and the girl Mu Bai met in the elevator in the morning just came out, and she greeted Liu Zhe: "Senior Brother Liu."

Liu Zhe smiled and said, "Yuan Jie is going to eat too."

The girl nodded, glanced at Mu Bai, and quickly looked away.

After the girl left quickly, Liu Zhe asked in a low voice, "The school belle of our department is more beautiful? Or is the school belle of your department more beautiful?"

There are four school beauties in Shenghuai College, one from the Fine Arts Department, one from the Music Department, one from the Classical Literature Department, and one from the Performance Department.

Mu Bai has dealt with the beauty of the music department, she is lively and beautiful.

The beauty of the Fine Arts Department is called Ji Yuanjie, and she has an outstanding temperament.

As for the school belle Yang Wenjun, she is a woman who can do whatever she wants because of her good looks.

Mu Bai replied with a smile: "Each has its own merits."

Liu Zhe usually looks like a big brother next door, humorous and easy-going, but he didn't expect to be unambiguous when discussing school beauty.

As the minister of literature and art, he has dealt with all four school beauties, and he knows some anecdotes about school beauties.

While chatting and laughing, when the two came back from dinner, Mu Bai rested by the window for a while before continuing to draw.

As the sun set, Mu Bai finally drew a satisfactory illustration. He leaned back and examined the work on the easel, with a smile on his face.

"Good job!"

The sudden voice made Mu Bai almost jump up in fright!If he can still jump.

Zhou Yazhe stood behind Mu Bai at some point, looking like he was giving advice.

"Professor Zhou!" Mu Bai stroked his chest: "Can you please be quiet when you come in next time? Good guy, I was so scared that my heart was pounding."

Zhou Yazhe smiled helplessly: "I knocked on the door just now, and thought you had already left, but when I opened the door, I realized that you were still painting."

Mu Baixin said that maybe it was because he was too involved in the ending just now.He moved his sore arms and said, "The progress is going quite smoothly. We should have a finalized illustration tomorrow."

After working at the desk for a whole day, this frail body was a bit overwhelmed.

Zhou Yazhe pointed to the easel: "Isn't this just a painting?"

Mu Bai looked at his work: "Not yet, there are still some details that need to be modified."

Zhou Yazhe muttered: "My students' requirements for themselves are half as strict as yours, so I'll be satisfied."

He noticed the fatigue on Mu Bai's face: "You should find a temporary assistant."

"No money." Mu Bai spread his hands, and now he only has less than 200 yuan in his pocket, and he can't even find a fart.

Zhou Yazhe glanced at Mu Bai: "Take out the phone, I'll transfer it to you."

Zhou Yazhe just looked at the dozen or so drafts that Mu Bai casually threw on the table, and he saw all the hard work Mu Bai put into it.As far as Mu Bai's strict attitude towards himself, his solid basic skills, and his sci-fi style to the point, that old boy Kan Zhe can't fault him.

He also simply gave a part of the advance payment generously: "If the manuscript is not approved, the 3000 yuan is the manuscript fee promised to you. If the manuscript is passed, the money will also be deducted from the manuscript fee payable to you."

"Okay!" Mu Bai looked at his account cheerfully, and finally had more money.

Zhou Yazhe put away his mobile phone: "I have something to look for you. There is still a month before the deadline for the 'Seven Academy Art Competition'. You should have time to submit a work. With your level, you should be able to win ranking."

The "Seven Academy Art Competition" is an art competition jointly organized by seven domestic art academies. It can be said to be the top campus art competition in Zhou Dynasty.

However, Mu Bai is not very interested. The entries are too time-consuming, and this body will definitely not be able to hold it: "I'm sorry, Professor Zhou, I've been very busy recently, maybe..."

"No.1's bonus is [-]!"

"What's the theme of the contest? I can't wait to get inspired!"

Zhou Yazhe smiled helplessly: "Young man, you are full of energy now. It is not beautiful to take money too seriously at this time."

Mu Bai patted his leg: "I don't want to be a burden to the family, and I need money very much now. Youth is beautiful, but reality is cruel."

Zhou Yazhe was speechless for a while before saying: "I made a slip of the tongue just now. I shouldn't use my values ​​to judge everyone." He paused and said: "The theme of this year is 'reflection'."

“Very nice theme.”

"Well, okay, it's time for you to go back and rest. I'll find someone to take you back."

"No need," Mu Bai took out his phone, "I'm looking for a friend to pick me up."

The friend he mentioned was naturally Yang Wenjun.

Yang Wenjun came to the studio with a look of fuss and fuss: "It's so evil! Our little Mu can paint! Is there any law?"

(End of this chapter)