Rebirth of the Painted Soul

"As for the studios in our school, the division is very detailed. A is the studio of the freshman year, and the number behind it is the studio's number. It doesn't mean any ranking." Zhong Xuan said vaguely with something stuffed in his mouth: "Of course, in addition to the inherent studio numbers of the four grades of AD, there are also studios for s-several, and those are all the best of the school."

The studio was very quiet, other people were carefully polishing their entries, only Liang Hanqing and Zhong Xuan sat aside and talked softly.

"Then why does the teacher in Studio 3 hate yellow people so much?" Liang Hanqing suddenly remembered this and asked inexplicably.

Zhong Xuan swallowed what was in his mouth, shook his hands, and said disapprovingly: "He seems to look down on the yellow race, and always thinks that the white race is the highest race. In fact, there is no such thing as black, yellow and white. No matter how weird he is, isn’t he a human being? I really don’t understand the old man’s thinking. In fact, many of us were transferred from that studio to this place. Over time, Studio 1 became a gathering place for people of the yellow race. 1, 2, 3, these three studios represent the highest level of new students, it seems to you that the painting is very good!"

Liang Hanqing scratched her head and said, "I didn't get admitted. I haven't graduated from high school in China..."

Zhong Xuan listened, stunned there with his neck stuck, then coughed, grabbed the water on the side and poured it vigorously, he breathed a sigh of relief after drinking, and slowly put the water bottle back, he asked curiously: "Then you How come here?"

Liang Hanqing looked at the people in front of them who were focusing on painting with the drawing boards in front of them, smiled slightly, and said, "I don't come here for further study, and I will go back in the future."

"Further study?" Zhong Xuan asked suspiciously.

"Well, for further studies, I want to participate in a competition, and the teachers in China persuade me to come abroad, so..."

"Oh—I see, then you should work hard and get a good result, but when will the competition start?"

"Well, next year." Liang Hanqing thought for a while and replied.

Zhong Xuan frowned, and asked hesitantly: "What kind of competition is it, do you need to go to Europe to study?"

Liang Hanqing picked up a pencil casually, twirled it in his hand, and said, "IPC. I'm participating in IPC."

Zhong Xuan was stunned again, then stood up abruptly, looked at the thin young man in front of him, and repeated in disbelief: "ipc"

"Did you mean the International Painting Contest?"

Liang Hanqing nodded and confirmed, "Yes, that's it."

"Oh, my God!" Zhong Xuan finished in a daze, still in disbelief, "You actually participated in the 'ipc'... By now, have you passed the previous schedule? I don't remember next year. Is it the 'ipc' continental competition?!"

Liang Hanqing nodded again.

"No, it's too shocking. You are a few years younger than me... Hey, you are old..." Zhong Xuan shook his head and said helplessly.

Liang Hanqing was speechless.

"Actually, I didn't participate in the first few competitions in the European Division. I participated in China, but because of illness, I fainted in my last exam, so I found another way to continue to participate in Europe..."

Zhong Xuan frowned, and said regretfully: "It's a pity...the last match." Then he said: "It doesn't matter if you come to Europe, you must cheer for our compatriots here, you must work hard." , and patted Liang Hanqing's shoulder in a serious manner, with a dignified expression of "the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard".

Liang Hanqing was amused by him, looked at the pencil in his hand, seemed to think of something, and asked, "Don't you need to draw in the January test? I think they are rushing."

When Zhong Xuan heard this, he immediately waved his hands proudly, showing disdain, and said, "I've finished painting this a long time ago, so we basically have nothing to do this month, how about you? Have you finished painting yet?"

Liang Hanqing lowered her head in embarrassment, and said, "The painting is finished, and it has been changed since last night until this morning, so it's too late to go to that teacher's class..."

"That old man has a lot of problems. Teacher Brown in our studio 1 is famous for his good temper."

"Are you drawing a sketch?" Zhong Xuan asked.

Liang Hanqing replied: "My sketch is not as good as color, what I paint is color."

Zhong Xuan chuckled, and said: "Sketch is rational, but color is sensual. Unfortunately, I am also a member of sensibility, and my color is better than sketching." Then he stopped laughing, and seriously suggested: "Shoot the painting some other day. Let's take a look together and learn from each other, how about it?"

Liang Hanqing nodded.

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Liang Hanqing went back to the dormitory and didn't see Nelson. He was a little strange. Since he woke up this morning, he hasn't seen Nelson. It's already noon, why hasn't he come back yet?

Liang Hanqing turned around and found no sign of anyone coming, so she frowned worriedly

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Probably because there were too many things to do on the first day of school.Liang Hanqing went into the kitchen while comforting herself like this.

Just as he opened the refrigerator, there was the sound of a key being unlocked outside the door of the dormitory, and Nelson came back.

Liang Hanqing poked her head out and asked inadvertently, "Why did you come back so late today?"

Nelson smiled lightly, shook the thing in his hand, it was a lunch box, he said: "Actually, I have been back a long time ago, but someone told you to go to the gate to scoop things up, but you are not here, so I help You scooped it up."

"Ah, thank you." Liang Hanqing looked at the lunch box and smiled.

Nelson waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, you should." Then reminded: "Hey, by the way, this thing was sent by your brother. He asked me to stare at you and eat it all."

After putting the exquisite lunch box on the dining table, Nelson put down the camera bag in his hand and entered the bedroom.

Liang Hanqing was worrying about what to eat for lunch, but she didn't expect someone to be so considerate and brought it up by herself. Liang Hanqing sighed more than once, it's great to have an older brother.

After unpacking the exquisite packaging, the food inside is all his favorite, most of which are Chinese dishes.

Looking at the huge pile of food in front of him, Liang Hanqing suddenly became worried, so much... do you want to eat it all...

He suddenly felt that his brother was too kind, and sometimes it was troublesome...

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Blaine Manor.

Adonis took a sip of the coffee, and the bitter taste permeated the tip of his tongue. He looked up at his subordinates and asked, "Has Barnett been up to date recently?"

The subordinate replied respectfully: "He saw the young master yesterday and said a few words."

Adonis squeezed his fingers lightly and asked, "What did he say?"

"The first sentence is: what happened?"

"?" Adonis frowned, what is this?

"What about the second sentence?" Adonis changed his posture, leaned forward, and leaned on the table.

"The second sentence is: Hello, little friend, we meet again."

After saying this, his subordinates felt a chill rushing from behind, but he held back and didn't shudder on the spot.

"Hmph!" Adonis snorted softly, signaling his subordinates to continue.

……

After his subordinates withdrew, Adonis turned the coffee cup on the table, thinking.

It's time for him to meet his brother.

Thinking of this, the corner of Adonis' mouth drew a warm arc, the Chinese cook who just arrived, the food is not bad, he should bring some to the greedy cat.

After the men outside the door came out, they rubbed their hands together. He was very glad that he didn't tell the fact that the young master had been rubbed by Field for a long time, otherwise...,

He shivered deeply, and his subordinates couldn't imagine it.