The dean, who was instigated by Lao Tong, also took time out of his busy schedule to let Wan Changsheng lead the way to Damei Training School.

Office areas on the road, such as fashion stores and photo studios, are more than school institutions.

The dean of Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts walked in. Even without a big introduction, Aunt Xu, who rushed out from behind the front desk, almost cried and held the dean's hand hard.

Maybe he left the closed high school and was taken seriously now.

Only this former administrative aunt at the affiliated middle school understands the taste.

This also attracted the attention of students and parents in the office area.

Lao Tong's free and easy style, a pair of Tang shirts and thick-soled cloth shoes, even ordinary flat heads reveal the temperament of an artist.

The dean's name as a great painter over the years has been different.

The temperament of an artist's leadership.

When the members of the Damei Society who were quietly slipping away from the wall whispered that this was the president of the Academy of Fine Arts, parents probably had the urge to pay.

This is simply the feeling of being an official.

Fortunately, Wan Changsheng just briefly introduced it, and he didn't even take the second-floor office area, let alone take a seat in his office.

For students of the Academy of Fine Arts, it is such a rare opportunity to be familiar with the school leaders.

There is no need for immortality.

The most rare thing is that the members of the Damei Society also took it for granted and were busy on the second floor with a smile.

He said that this was absent from class today and was caught by the dean.

The dean came out and looked at the huge vertical sign that was about ten meters high. When he walked down, he actually said, "It's so commercial. I've seen this sign when I was passing by on the road. I didn't believe that the white one below was the office..."

Wan Changsheng actually responded: "It's real and real!"

The dean disliked him very much.

After all, he is still a painter at the bottom.

As for the magnificent classroom warehouse, others seem to be so amazing, but experts seem to have a factory feel.

This is something the dean doesn't like very much: "It's like an assembly line!"

Wan Changsheng is disrespectful: "You gave me a huge territory, and I can make it very loose, unlike the assembly line, but now I just want to use limited costs to bring more students as much as possible, and use the money saved for youth training. I also don't want art exam training to become such a wholesale assembly line, but this is the current situation. It is useless to complain. I can only plant trees based on this situation, and it will always change a little bit."

Lao Tong is said to be a college roommate in the same dormitory as the dean. No wonder he is a department director and can be an elder. He is not so restrictive in his words: "How many years have we cursed, but what about the changes we have made? I said it is not as good as Wan Changsheng."

Wan Changsheng was humble at this time: "It's not me, it's the time that has come to this point, ten, twenty, and thirty years ago, I couldn't do it. At that time, there were not so many parents who realized that learning art had a future, and they wouldn't consider whether their children have artistic talent. It happened to be a prosperous era, right?"

The dean came out to shake the cigarette and said to Lao Tong, and by the way, he also signaled Wan Changsheng. Lu Tao, who saw it from afar, was about to cry. Can a student get the dean to send a cigarette?

Wan Changsheng was serious: "Oh, thank you, I won't slap, let's go here..."

The dean also pulled Lao Tong out and went in: "These stigmas are quite interesting, I think it is necessary to start a high school."

Lao Tong looked at Wan Changsheng and exposed: "This little brat opposes in person!"

The dean also looked at it and said, "Of course he wants to be free and earn a lot! But Wan Changsheng, can you be the principal of this training school all your life? Then take a step back and say, if you retire, can this still be like this here?"

Wan Changsheng was ridiculous and terrified: "Your thought... ten or twenty years later, I don't know how the art exam market is going. Anyway, I think it doesn't make much sense to start a high school at present. Market testing is the only standard. What is this saying?"

Lao Tong almost took a cigarette butt and called him: "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Now it is market-oriented and free testing of the economy. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Huh? Lao Fan is still painting on your side. He has painted it for a month or two, right?"

Wan Changsheng also curled his lips and whispered: "I'm going to charge him for food."

The dean must be a little shocked when he walked into the scene of thousands of art candidates. This is his future student. Wan Changsheng is equivalent to helping him lead the preparatory class, but the environment is indeed extremely crowded.

There is no such thing as artistic learning.

So his face is more serious.

To be honest, the dean who has always painted local themes is already serious, but now he found that his assistants were a little silent and secretly grimaced at Wan Changsheng.

Art candidates were like ripples in the rain, spreading who this was spread from one point to another, and then they were amazed one after another.

I was even more excited to have come to the right place.

The old boy didn't care, and followed behind and asked Wan Changsheng in a low voice: "Will you still invite that gold medal mentor this year?"

Wan Changsheng smiled: "Yes, it's just a group of two or three days in the past. It's not a full shop, because our help teaching has been almost done. If we take it for a year or two, we will definitely replace it."

Lao Tong nodded, deliberately walked faster, and took the dean up the stairs to lead him to Lao Fan. As a result, the dean, who is also an oil painter, looked at Lao Fan's standing light and shadow from a distance, then turned around and began to observe again in the classroom.

This is the classification of sculpture classrooms, stage classrooms, and Chinese painting classrooms.

The clay sculpture classroom is the most popular. Forty or fifty art candidates who are interested in sculpture will do something in the clay sculpture classroom when they have time. Wan Changsheng, Ma Zhenyu and even Guo Huaisheng sometimes come to see it and give some advice. If you don’t want to do anything, you will first understand the basic knowledge of clay sculpture. Conversely, after three-dimensional sculpture is made, the sketch will also improve, and you will have a deeper understanding of the three-dimensional sense.

Wan Changsheng was introducing this, but the dean walked into the classroom next to him. He was just standing at the door to look at the previous few rooms.

This time, I walked directly to the table inside, supported my hands on my knees, bent down to look at a black and white pen drawing on the table...

Amyra is painting.

He is eleven years old, and in fact, some professional summer classes are already accepting the drawing of sketches by children aged 12 or 3. Some children with higher talent can really draw in a similar way.

But Emila was never asked to draw sketches.

He looks younger than his actual age.

At this moment, I was a little troubled to lie on the side of the table and chair designed for the 18 or 19-year-old art candidates, and carefully painted it.

Wan Changsheng looked at him and was also surprised!

What did Amyra draw?

Anyway, Wan Changsheng will never be able to draw it himself.

To be precise, it is to crush a pack of instant noodles and cakes in a bag, pour out a pile, and slowly scratch it with your fingers into the shape of a cattle, sheep and horse!

All the brushstrokes are like small circles and short sections that are instant noodles, or like a bunch of earthworms tangled together. If someone with dense phobia comes to see them, they may get goosebumps on their bodies.

But this is the way of painting, which does not require light and darkness, details, but just entangled and gathered into ever-changing shapes.

Wan Changsheng felt like cattle, sheep and horses, but in fact, it looked a bit like a grass and there was a small path through it, or it might be similar to cell fission.

Anyway, it is different from all the sketches outside.

Xu Chaohui was sitting next to him with a helpless look on his face. Seeing Wan Changsheng still wanting to get up, he was stopped by his eyes.

But the dean just supported his knees and watched with concentration for a while.

The old boy was surprised and looked at the dark child, then turned around and asked Wan Changsheng with his eyes.

Wan Changsheng stepped back two steps and leaned against the railing outside to introduce Amyra's situation: "It happened that our partner in charge of children's painting enlightenment yesterday was saying that this child was a bit special... In fact, we had an art candidate last year. Yes, yes, yes, yes, what he painted like, how did he look familiar? Last year, we had an art candidate who liked to draw like this, and painted it as he pleased. This year, I went to Qingmei. This child must have been taught remotely by her. Do you think this painting method is interesting?"

Lao Tong smiled: "I am not a child's painting education, but have you forgotten that what we are criticized the most is that it restricts children's imagination and imprisons creativity. Isn't this the imagination and creativity? European art academies recruit students in recent years, and most favors this kind of child with their own artistic talent, but they are not ghost painting peach talismans..."

The dean seemed to hear the conversation outside and withdrew softly: "Is this the teenage training you are doing?"

Wan Changsheng honestly admitted: "I am still exploring and trying to get the lesson plan recently. Someone reminded me to pay attention to this child..."

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that this might be the time to come!

From Wan Changsheng to Lao Tong, to Teacher Wu among the gold medal mentors, they all understand that the current art education system in China is not right and the art exam setting is unreasonable. At least, it is much behind the international practices and is still very outdated.

There is always a one-size-fits-all sketching and color test. Such test-taking practices can only survive in the domestic system and cannot go to the world at all.

So, including Wan Changsheng himself, has been saying that all the current practices are as much as possible under the current mechanism.

Make money first, and then use money to cultivate a better and more reasonable art environment for young people.

But what can we do if the environment changes?

Forced system reform?

That is the most unrealistic thing.

So Wan Changsheng just took one step at a time, and then did it first, and did it as much as possible to make this process rich. No matter what, after making money, then continuously investing in changes, quantitatively to qualitatively change, and there will always be changes. On the day when there is always a change, he doesn't even care whether it can be changed in his life. This is probably the patience that has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years.

After all, no parent in China is willing to send his children to such a training school to learn painting, but he does not know where the future is.

The bottom line requirement for studying is to be able to get into college, and then go to the Academy of Fine Arts. The higher requirement is to be a painter and make a lot of money. The most insightful one is at least to respect children's hobbies and choices, but also to consider design for future life.
Chapter completed!