man thirty

Gong Youhong's textbooks were always humorous, and Fang Xia's joining at this time made the whole course full of wit and fascination, so that before he knew it, the course was coming to an end.

Finally, Gong Youhong looked at the watch on his wrist, and clapped his hands to end the public class: "Okay, there is one last minute, let's leave time to our beautiful Ms. Fang Xia.

Let's see which student from our college she likes, everyone is welcome! "

"Huh, huh, huh!" The students in the audience applauded one after another, especially those male students with a strong artistic atmosphere, who stretched their necks and watched excitedly, and some people were even ready to recommend themselves.

Fang Xia smiled slightly, glanced across the auditorium, and said slowly: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Fang Xia, and I am the chairman of Fangyuan Clothing.

Our Fangyuan Clothing is a clothing company that has just come to the capital to take root recently. In the past, we mainly did some simple clothing trade in the local area. Only this summer did we formulate a strategic plan to develop personalized high-quality clothing. "

"Some time ago, we collected manuscripts for fashion design from all over the country, and one of my classmates' manuscripts was very eye-catching, and she is in your Qingbei school."

"I was flattered by the enthusiasm of everyone at the scene, especially the enthusiasm of the male students.

However, the classmate I am looking for should be a female classmate.

So, you may not have a chance. "

As soon as this remark came out, some students in the audience immediately became displeased, and said unconvinced: "Why, we can also do fashion design!"

"Yeah, we didn't know about it.

If you know it, you will definitely contribute! "

"Mr. Fang, I can design a manuscript for you on the spot! You will definitely be satisfied. If you are not satisfied, you can modify the manuscript until you are satisfied!"

"Mr. Fang, I don't want a salary, as long as I can see you every day, I will be content."

Amid the half-true, half-fake, half-booing voices of the students, Fang Xia pursed his lips and said directly: "Don't worry, everyone, our group will continue to collect manuscripts for fashion design in the future.

So everyone who is interested can come to sign up at that time. "

Hearing this, the art students immediately cheered.

Lin Duan in the audience heard this, and couldn't help but said to Shen Qing: "Fang Xia's reaction is really fast, she called for fashion design manuscripts from the students in Northern Qing Dynasty, this is an idea she came up with impromptu."

"But this method can only be used by beauties like you, and big men like us don't have eye-catching effects, so we really can't do this kind of thing.

She is so beautiful, those boys' eyes are straight, this is the power of a beautiful woman. "

Shen Qing nodded, and gave Lin Duan a white look with a smile: "Of course, you think you are the only one with business acumen in this world.

Our Fang Xia is not an idiot, okay? "

Lin Duan shrugged and laughed.

Seeing that the time was right, Fang Xia took the opportunity and said, "Okay, I wonder if there is a female classmate named Li Ning here.

I came to see you today on purpose. "

As soon as this remark came out, the scene immediately fell silent.

In the lecture theater, people looked at me and I looked at you, but no one answered.

Fang Xia couldn't help frowning: No?

Isn't it a girl?

"What about the male classmate named Li Ning?"

Taking a deep breath, Fang Xia asked.

Still no response.

Fang Xia subconsciously turned her head to look at Gong Youhong.

The latter understood, spread his hands with a smile and said, "The three 850 students from the Fine Arts Department of Qingbei University are all here.

However, there is no one named Li Ning. "

Chapter 659 I can't either

Qingbei is a famous school, but it is not famous for its fine arts.

Therefore, there are not many students in the art department.

Gong Youhong is also a master of fine arts, his public classes are always packed, the entire fine arts department is basically present.

But there is no boy or girl named Li Ning.

Seeing that Fang Xia still had some disbelief, Gong Youhong simply handed over the roster on the desk to Fang Xia: "Miss Fang, if you don't believe me, you can check the roster in our Art Academy. There is no classmate named Li Ning."

Hearing this, even Lin Duan and Shen Qing in the audience were a little dumbfounded.

The three of them looked at each other, and a question arose in their hearts: Could it be that they found the wrong one.

Not from the art department?

But if you don't major in art, how can you be proficient in fashion design?

This at least requires art skills.

"Then are there any students who are not from the art department but who are also good at drawing?"

Fang Xia asked in distress.

"No matter how good at drawing, are there any professionals like us who are better at it?"

Gong Youhong said with a smile.

Fang Xia was stunned.

Yes, there are specializations in the art industry.

Even if there are people who are good at painting in Qingbei, no matter how talented those people are, can they still be more talented than these students on the scene?

According to Lin Duan, the person who drew the underwear design manuscript, needless to say, has a talent for painting, and his basic skills are very solid.

How can ordinary people do this except for those who major in art and painting.

Seeing Fang Xia standing on the stage feeling a bit lost, Lin Duan quickly handed the child to Shen Qing, then walked up to the podium in two or three steps, took out the manuscript and handed it to Gong Youhong, saying respectfully: " Mr. Gong, you are everyone, please take a look at this manuscript."

Gong Youhong looked at the man who appeared suddenly in astonishment, and wanted to say something, but the next moment, his eyes were attracted by the manuscript in front of him.

"Eh, this is..." Gong Youhong frowned, the evaluation that came to his lips was abruptly taken back by him.

Both Lin Duan and Fang Xia looked at the old man nervously, waiting for the latter's comment.