275、Don't set flag casually
At least in the Academy of Fine Arts, it is not uncommon for students to be teaching assistants. It is said that strong people like Zhao Leilei and Qiao Yu started to be teaching assistants in oil painting in their freshman year and sophomore year.
He is really a top student in the affiliated high school, and he has a big gap in professional strength from students who have entered the ordinary art exam.
Wan Changsheng's leading distance in seal carving is probably much greater than that of them. After all, there are few students in the Chinese painting department studying seal carving.
At this stage, it would be great to understand the fine brushwork and rich colors of the Chinese painting major itself.
So when Wan Changsheng came to the office to report, he was not worried.
Several teachers also discussed with Wan Changsheng about the art exam admissions and whether the Chinese painting department could be distinguished.
Is this a topic to discuss with freshmen?
But obviously everyone knows that the art training class led by Wan Changsheng has just received tens of millions of dollars in funds!
Although no one took the initiative to say the money.
Wan Changsheng is so low-key, not even a rich and generous style, not like a rich man who pays for ice cream for a large row of people with a mobile phone. He politely asked about the list of students who want to take seal carving classes, because it is an elective course in each grade, and he thinks it is better to get familiar with it in advance.
The office administration teacher was very enthusiastic. He went to the computer to check the form himself. He had just sorted it out and didn't have time to print it.
So Wan Changsheng sat in front of the computer, and casually found a piece of paper and lowered his head to copy the names of more than a dozen students. So desperate, his face was blocked by the monitor.
Just now, Yan Congwen walked in and swept the office roughly. He might not have seen Wan Changsheng, so he spoke: "That student named Wan still has the face to be an assistant teacher? It's not that Lao Gou used to protect him, and he couldn't even enter the Academy of Fine Arts!"
The expressions on other teachers' faces were strange, and they must have subconsciously turned to look at Wan Changsheng.
Before Yan Congwen could react, he followed their eyes and saw Wan Changsheng's squinting expression rising from behind the monitor "screen" of the desk in the corner, and his face was full of a weird smile: "Is the student named Wan me?"
The rumors about other teachers who gossiped everywhere later were: "The expression on Yan Congwen's face can be said to be the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, which is so exciting!"
Because I may have used all my energy to control my language, I spoke with a compulsory attitude: "Yes! I'm talking about you..."
Wan Changsheng smiled: "I almost knelt down and hugged my thighs when I was called Gou Lao in front of me. Now I am Lao Gou behind me. You are turning big enough."
Perhaps everyone's impression of Wan Changsheng is polite and gentle, and he never thought that he could be so sarcastic and mean in person.
The expressions on other teachers in the office were even more bizarre.
Yan Congwen was furious: "You figure it out! You are just a student, you are insulting a professor! You are destroying the ethical relationship between teachers and students..."
A stack of big hats flew over.
In fact, if Yan Congwen hadn't caused Wan Changsheng to provoke Wan Changsheng, he would have no interest in quarreling with others.
But since Wan Changsheng has broken his face, he doesn't mind using this opportunity to show his toughness, so as not to be a good person who will bully anyone.
So after he was busy waiting for the other party to finish scolding, Wan Changsheng spoke slowly: "Can I enter the Academy of Fine Arts? It is the first-place score decision made by many teachers. It is not something that someone is protecting me. Please make sure that this is legal responsibility. You said that I couldn't even enter the Academy of Fine Arts, that is, I questioned the problem of the test scores, the ability, level and fairness of the teachers who participated in the exam, and the criminal responsibility could be held if the college entrance examination was destroyed. Are you sure that you won't take back that sentence?"
Yan Congwen was manic and disdainful: "That's what I said, call the police to arrest me. I am also preparing to sue you for slandering me. I'm just a little bit too much to talk about what art I understand. My exploration of art, you know nothing! Genius things cannot be taught at all. Art will always surpass the concept of good-looking and bad-looking!"
Wan Changsheng is not afraid of quarrels with people at all, and he is already a little familiar with artists when they argue about art, and when they are no different from street hooligans, he is even more calm: "The premise of all art should be beauty, the beauty accepted by the public, and the so-called artistic explorations that are pretentious and impetuous are just dark and impetuous. To put it in the smallest, it is a problem of personal aesthetic ability. To put it in the big picture, it is a misleading aesthetic concept of the people, and this is a crime."
Yan Congwen was furious by him: "Do you understand calligraphy? Do you understand art? You are not old, but you open your mouth and talk nonsense. I'll tell you! No one is covering you now, I will deal with you well..."
Wan Chang was calm and composed: "Apart from writing a few words occasionally, I don't understand calligraphy, and the country people don't understand art, but I only know that our name is the Academy of Fine Arts, which is not ugly. Calligraphy is the law of writing, and the law is solemn! As an artist and calligrapher, you should maintain enough respect for your profession. The art of sensationalism is always related to a woman's body, which is called vulgar. I said that our Academy of Fine Arts cannot even exhibit human body works now, because there is a bad sheep like you, which ruins the soup like a mouse shit!"
In front of more than a dozen teachers, professors, and graduate students, Yan Congwen was really scolded by Wan Changsheng in person, and was cursed in a bloody manner without dirty words.
The professors, teachers and students around were dumbfounded.
Didn’t Wan Changsheng never blush with others?
Of course, he didn't blush now, but Yan Congwen was so angry that his face turned red and white.
Anyway, although everyone tried their best to pretend to be expressionless on their faces, their eyes had betrayed their mood.
It is really Yan Congwen, who is slogan of art, wants to distort traditional culture, and even puts on an innovative skin to do it.
It’s just because we are not able to talk about the relationship between teachers and students in the same school.
It's a bit like looking at the emperor's new outfit, everyone is waiting to see who will reveal it.
But I didn’t expect it to be the immortality!
Yan Congwen was so angry that he jumped over and wanted to kick Wan Changsheng!
Several middle-aged and young teachers quickly reached out to hold him, pulled him back with all their might, and advised him: "Teacher Yan, forget it! The child is ignorant..."
"Teacher Yan, don't be so angry with the students..."
"Wan Changsheng, I apologize to Teacher Yan, how can I disrespect the teacher so much?"
In fact, his expression was so funny that he couldn't help laughing. Someone tried to wink at Wan Changsheng, but he would rather advise him to forget it. There was no need to fight against such a devilish guy.
Besides, with Wan Changsheng's physique of a stonemason, everyone held Yan Congwen, probably because he was still thinking about the middle-aged professor's body. Don't become a farce in the teaching and research department later.
Wan Changsheng still sat there: "Oh, Teacher Yan, I didn't scold anyone by name. I was scolding the old dog hooligan who was under the banner of calligraphy and actually molesting women in disguise!"
Yan Congwen was about to get angry and struggled hard to pounce on Wan Changsheng, showing the momentum of dying together!
I don’t know if it was a slippery hand or intentional one, but anyway, those middle-aged and young teachers couldn’t hold back, so they let Yan Congwen rush towards Wan Changsheng.
Wan Changsheng saw the angry Professor Yan, and was stunned for a moment. Taking advantage of his inertia, he held on the desk next to him and breathed violently, showing an urgent state that asthma patients needed rescue: "Wan Changsheng! I, I, I warn you, I... will make you unable to finish your career..."
Wan Changsheng smiled: "Oh, you have to think about it and say it carefully. The previous teacher who claimed that he didn't want me to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts was expelled for the crime and sentenced to probation. If it was in conflict with me, I would be unlucky."
Yan Congwen was so angry that his fingers pointed at Wan Changsheng were trembling: "Okay, okay... I will make you never turn around in the calligraphy world..."
Wan Changshengpi was very happy: "Haha, I'm lucky. I've already studied for a double degree in the sculpture department. I will definitely not be in the calligraphy world in the future, so you have to worry."
Yan Congwen tried his best: "Seal carving! You should not think about making a name for seal carving!"
An old voice came from behind: "Who said that?"
Yan Congwen was shocked and turned his head in disbelief.
Wan Changsheng stretched his neck and looked at the door: "Oh! Master's wife, what wind has blown you..."
A room full of teachers and graduate students looked at Wan Changsheng, and he was so envious of his tone of favor and arrogant.
Is this the romance with the backstage?
The department director who was supposed to appear in the department office on time was ready to have a meeting, but now he and Mrs. Guan were surrounded by a group of people standing at the door of the office.
Chapter completed!