It was Lao Tong called him, and he was at the door of the bar across the street: "Just about to go in, I saw you picking up girls again, are you here to drink?"

Wan Changsheng thought: "It just so happened that I would have a few bites of food, and then come to find you and introduce a friend."

The old boy said neatly and hung up the phone.

Wan Changsheng pointed to the other side: "If you don't dislike it, eat some together, and then there is a small bar. My friends from painters often gather there. Do you go and meet later?"

Zhong Mingxia was a little nervous again: "Ah? Are there too many people together?"

Looking at the light bulb next to him, Wan Chengsheng had to say, "You can have a look and chat first, it must be satisfactory for both parties."

Ma Zhenyu's eyes were really hundreds of thousands of whys, and he was very curious.

Zhong Mingxia bit her mouth and focused her head: "I still believe you are a good person."

Ma Zhenyu hehe.

Zhong Mingxia looked at him with disgust: "What are you laughing at? I can tell you good people and bad people at first sight. Look at you!"

In fact, Ma Zhenyu is also a very sunny boy. Unfortunately, when he is with Wan Changsheng, it is easy to contrast. Especially his love for photography, he was killed instantly by Zhong Mingxia.

The most annoying thing to take pictures.

Wan Changsheng was amused by Ma Zhenyu's innocent face and quickly made a smooth move: "Eat and eat, let me introduce it. This is Ma Zhenyu, a sophomore in the sculpture department. He really likes to take photos, but he has no malice. This is our model, called... well..."

The model only looked at him: "Call me Xiao Zhong, I'll call you Wanwan?"

Wan Changsheng can do it, and walk into the restaurant opposite the gate and casually: "Three hoof flower soup, three pea flowers, one cold and three shredded pork, and then a braised pork?"

Zhong Mingxia hurriedly said: "I only need a bowl of tofu. Bean products are useful for weight loss and body shaping. I eat very little at night."

Du Wen has demonstrated, and Wan Changsheng is more familiar with it, so be good.

Sure enough, Zhong Mingxia frowned at the pig's trotter soup with thick oil. Seeing Wan Changsheng happily eating meat and drinking soup, she sat next to her with lingering fear, not even the greasy tabletop.

It seems to be contagious.

This is also considered a dedication in another sense.

Ma Zhenyu, who had initially speculated, has finally been confirmed. This is the best model in the sculpture graduate class that has been spread throughout the sculpture department and even throughout the school.

He mainly couldn't believe that the model was alone with Wan Changsheng after class!

I didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to ask, and didn't dare to look at other girls.

He obviously has a bad temper, but he is very easy-going to tens of thousands of Changsheng. He speaks like he knows him for a long time, mainly asking about the situation of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Wan Changsheng instead pulled Ma Zhenyu and often asked him to answer.

The main reason is that this guy is hungry, and he finishes work with the wind and leaves. He still clamps two kimchi with no particularity and chews out happily.

The thing was like garlic and had a great smell. Zhong Mingxia pinched her nose and took out a box of chewing gum from the cloth bag she was carrying: "Don't you consider the tone of public places? I'm most afraid of this on the subway and bus, and I'm also afraid of work!"

Wan Changsheng was a little embarrassed. He poured two pieces of food and was about to signal to Ma Zhenyu, but was snatched back by Zhong Mingxia.

Ma Zhenyu had no temper and bought three cups of milk tea next to him to show his attention.

As a result, Zhong Mingxia didn't even look at it and left...

Wan Changsheng was also funny: "Any girl who strictly demands her figure probably hates milk tea a little. You are quite brave."

Ma Zhenyu complained to him: "Who knows so many beauties who strictly require body shape like you! Do you drink it?"

Wan Changsheng chose: "Why don't you drink free ones..."

Zhong Mingxia glanced outside the bar window, then hesitated for two steps to wait for Wan Changsheng and whispered: "It's not good to say to so many people together, right?"

Wan Changsheng had some understanding of her floating inferiority complex: "Didn't you say before? First of all, you must respect yourself. As for others, that is the business of others. If we work hard to do our own purpose, isn't we just have the confidence to not be influenced by others?"

Zhong Mingxia took a deep breath and nodded: "My parents didn't dare to say... Let's go."

Ma Zhenyu was so confused that he could only be like a follower. He really covets beauty. The big reason he applied for Shumei was to chase Du Wen!

At this moment, I can only admire the origin of Wan Changsheng and the beauty.

There are not many people passing by at eight o'clock. Lao Tong and Zhao Leilei are already talking to a few people. They are not interested in Wan Changsheng and the young and tall girls, and they even smiled and signaled.

Zhong Mingxia is no longer tall. Only when she wears clothes and looks so ordinary, she will find that her shoulders and neck relationships are really outstanding. She is a kind of thick-sleeved, with a slightly special right-angle flat shoulder and a thick waist that does not look round and wide. Her figure is indeed her talent. She probably has been outstanding since she was a child.

Now he sat down on the ordinary soft sofa seat with Wan Changsheng, smiling slightly.

Several middle-aged and young male painters were very polite and looked at her with their eyes. They were not the kind of greed that stared at her without turning their eyes.

But I immediately found that her sitting posture was different.

Being used to the dynamics of photography models, Zhong Mingxia obviously understands how to sit and look good.

Wan Changsheng asked her for a glass of watermelon juice, and she asked for a white wine that existed here. Ma Zhenyu quickly asked for a can of beer and didn't dare to speak out.

Then I heard Wan Changsheng's blunt introduction: "Xiao Zhong, now he is working as a model for our sculpture department. I have the idea that I can contact and arrange a relatively fixed long-term modeling job in the Academy of Fine Arts. If the boss has work needs or knows which teacher needs it, I can talk to Xiao Zhong. She is very professional."

Several middle-aged and young painters suddenly realized that Zhao Leilei even immediately supported: "This small thing, look at this... In this situation, we have so many teaching studios in the Department of Oil Painting, and we can sign a long-term teaching contract. Since the strength level recognized by the Department of Sculpture is definitely fine."

Unexpectedly, Zhong Mingxia might remember what Wan Changsheng said casually before: "The Department of Oil Painting... I heard that the classroom discipline of the Department of Oil Painting is not very good, and... Moreover, if the nude model cannot control the site, the environment in and out is too unfavorable for work. I hope to sign a long-term fixed contract with well-known painters."

Several middle-aged and young painters suddenly realized it, and Lao Tong laughed loudly: "Fortunately, fortunately, I painted landscapes and there are indeed very few nude models..."

Zhao Leilei is a relatively rigorous guy, and he was a little puzzled: "You are so innate, and you can do an ordinary portrait model. You don't have to be a nude model. We have a lot of class hours."

Lao Cao happened to walk in: "Why are you laughing at? You are so happy. Wan Changsheng is here too. We just happened to have some white wine..."

Several old men immediately made fun of him: "Aren't you painting human bodies recently? Do you need to find a nude model?"

Lao Cao didn't notice the beauty with his back to him, and sneered with a squinted eyes: "Haha, why are you painting the human body? If you don't show it, it will be difficult to enter the market for circulation. Now you have to put your clothes on me!"

The old boy who did not draw the human body even laughed and gloated.

This made Lao Fan and the others who came in one after another ask what they were laughing at.

The unscrupulous middle-aged uncles didn't mention Zhong Mingxia, but just took the initiative to ask these people who still needed to draw nude models.

The painters all smiled: "Don't be so vulgar, okay? Now, as long as human body works are on the shelves, they will be criticized for being guided by pornography, so don't harm people."

Zhao Leilei spread his hands to Zhong Mingxia: "Here, this is the current situation. The well-known painters you mentioned must be very familiar with the human body structure. There is no need to practice paintings for practice. They must be creative works. However, the human body works are now unwritten and will be avoided, so no one can draw human body creations. All the people who paint human bodies are student exercises. Well, just like Wan Changsheng and others still need to do exercises now, and the learning of painting the elderly in the early stage is more meaningful."

This is a paradox.

Those who practice the skills cannot draw, and those who are still practicing the skills are not good at it.

For these painters who paint a painting that costs tens of thousands of yuan, what if they can't sell or exhibit the paintings, do they keep them at home to enjoy them?

Of course, it can also be sold abroad, but that's another matter in the foreign market. Special human body works are not the strengths of domestic painters.

There are a lot of top figures abroad in this regard.

Basically, it completely overturned the plan that Zhong Mingxia had originally thought of.

Wan Changsheng also realized: "Or... you can sign a long-term contract for an ordinary portrait model in the oil painting department, and then ride a donkey to read the songbook and take a look. You should still have work needs in this area."

Zhong Mingxia refused to comment, but did not ask Zhao Leilei what contact information there was.

I guess I have lost my favor with the oil painting department.

The painters are knowledgeable and do not get entangled with this girl. They just talk about this mess.

Most of them complain, including Lao Cao, who scolded him a few tricks, but Lao Tong's attitude was similar to Wan Changsheng: "Everyone is clear about the current situation of mixed fish and dragons, and I don't need to say more about the filth and dirt. Should I rectify it? It is certainly, I am always against the specific measures. I have always opposed the administrative measures. It is best to purify the art circles by themselves, but has this opportunity been given? I have purified it in ten or twenty years? No... Speaking of this, it is still the matter between Lao Gou and Wan Changsheng that touched me a lot. I used to oppose it. As long as Lao Gou insists on it, I objected to it. Even when Wan Changsheng entered the school, I felt that it should not be tolerated. But in the end, Wan Changsheng showed me what it means, love is precious, spirit is peaceful, only calm, only peace, only peace, and only nourish it, and everything will grow. Come and have a drink."

Everyone raised their glasses while laughing, and Wan Changsheng also smiled and clinked their glasses: "You have won the award."

Zhong Mingxia tried her best to listen and watch throughout the whole process. Even if someone was secretly watching and looking at her, she focused her attention on these high-profile talks.

Now he raised his glass and took a sip.

Then, while everyone poured wine and refilled the glass, they took the initiative to ask: "Can you explain what this love is meant by being unrestrained?"

The look of thirsty for knowledge is actually quite rare among many beautiful girls.
Chapter completed!