Zhong Mingxia is indeed very kind to her talent: "Apart from taking photos, I never wear high heels to destroy my calf muscles, nor do I leave traces in underwear. Then I exercise, diet, and pay attention to skin, nails, and every part of my hands and feet. But it is still very embarrassing. Especially as I grow older, I get more and more exposed to the inside story of the photography industry. I feel that I am a little weak in will, so I wander on the edge of laws and regulations and morality. I am afraid of falling into the water all day long. Just identifying whether those shootings are ulterior motives every time is tiring. In comparison... I actually feel better these days."

Wan Changsheng could only say: "You are thinking about it, but this bowl of rice is also a youthful rice, right? How old are you now?"

Zhong Mingxia actually has a complete career plan: "That's why I came to the Academy of Fine Arts to find a well-known painter who has been fixed for a long time. They said that painters have different ideas and will not look down on models from the bottom of their hearts. If they can find someone who really likes me, it would be perfect. It's really not possible. It is said that painters and models can be at least thirty or forty years old. As long as I take good care of them, there will be very few photography models after they are over twenties, and there are very few who can take middle-aged clothing."

Wan Changsheng was surprised by the girl's brilliant brain circuit: "Do you want to find a lifelong companion from the painter? Is there such a thing?"

Zhong Mingxia touched her phone with great enthusiasm and flipped it out to him: "Look at the foreign painter I collected, I married my model, and this one, I heard that it is very famous, and I brought the model back from the Pacific Ocean to Europe, and there are also domestic ones. You see, this is still the past two years, in the next province, he painted tens of millions of paintings for the model, and gave her several pictures. This is much better than a photographic model!"

Wan Changsheng was confused and wanted to scratch his head, and he couldn't do it: "You... I've heard of Gauguin, but do you know what sampling error is? Painters with thousands, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands will always have several painters who may have special relationships with models, but most of them are not the case, and this hit rate is not reliable."

Zhong Mingxia contempts: "At least, it's a few percent, a few thousandth, and a few ten thousand. Have you ever seen photographers do this? I haven't seen anything anyway! But in the past few days I came to the Academy of Fine Arts, I found that you are different from them. I think my choice is right. At least you are very regular in the classroom, and the school also has strict rules and regulations. There are no restrictions in the studio!"

Wan Changsheng agrees with this difference: "I heard that the oil painting department has not been strictly managed recently and there are also secretly taking photos, but the sculpture department is absolutely not allowed. Besides, we are not a person in the past."

Zhong Mingxia quickly wrote down: "Is the oil painting department? OK, OK, I definitely won't go... Yes, I just hope there are few people. Once I saw that several models took photos at the same time before going there. As a result, there were many people watching, and the order was not good. People often came in and out. The venue was not closed at all. They had to wear that kind of underwear all day, and they were so embarrassed that their faces were red and uncomfortable. This job was still discriminated against, because they were afraid that people would know they were doing this, so I wanted to come to the Academy of Fine Arts to see what they hoped to change."

Wan Changsheng sighed: "Your thinking is really... Even if you don't learn anything else, you will consider at least doing other work around physical beauty. You just have to rush in without breathing."

Zhong Mingxia is narcissistic: "I have been thinking that I have a good figure and proud since I was a child. Isn't this the same as a sports athlete? It's just that they pursue strength and skills, so I keep it beautiful."

Wan Changsheng admired: "It is definitely difficult for ordinary people to accept this profession."

Chang Zhong Mingxia sighed: "I can't accept it either, but wearing clothes is just a clothes rack, and underwear is too tempting. I think it's much better to adapt to the nude model in the Academy of Fine Arts. At least there are almost no hot gazes in the classroom. I can feel this without looking at it. When shooting in the studio and outdoors, I was simply insulted by this kind of gaze! This is a legitimate profession. I have always been very dedicated and serious, but I am also very inferior. Once when shooting outside, a man asked me to make friends on WeChat and must refuse. He immediately cursed and said that I pretended, isn't it just a bare-ass girl? It hurts my self-esteem! I am honest and shy by nature, very traditional..."

Wan Changsheng almost learned from his friends that he was joking. Is your job still a traditional one?

But he is really a kind of respectful person. Even if a girl may habitually exaggerate it, she will not expose it: "You don't speak like you are shy."

Zhong Mingxia smiled: "Because you are a good person, you can feel it."

Wan Changsheng couldn't understand the exquisiteness of this sentence, so he thought about it. Anyway, this model-making work is a meticulous process, without using his brain, but it takes a bit of time: "Famous painters are basically married and older. If I introduce you to you, it will also have a certain responsibility. We will not only take responsibility for you to bear the responsibility of not being harassed, but also take the responsibility of not destroying other people's families, right?"

Zhong Mingxia is indeed a bit traditional: "That's right, try to introduce me to singles. Those who have seen me still agree..."

Wan Changsheng thought this sounded strange!

Zhong Mingxia is not shy: "You should be younger and more handsome... It's not right. Young and handsome people are mostly just thinking about it. Otherwise, someone will like it early, let it go, do you have a girlfriend?"

Wan Changsheng hurriedly: "Yes, yes!"

Zhong Mingxia was not regretful either: "Right, I said that most of the younger and more handsome people are left, not to mention that I still do this..."

I can hear that I do feel inferior.

Wan Changsheng doesn’t know how to comfort him.

At this moment, Ma Zhenyu walked around from the sculpture factory. At first glance, he almost instinctively took out his cell phone to take a photo!

It was past five o'clock after class, and now it was almost dusk. The sculpture factory originally occupied a corner of Shumei. At this moment, there were dead trees, piles of stones, and under the broken shed, a beautiful girl sat there with her legs crossed her legs. Even if it was just a silhouette, it was highlighted with a delicate beauty under desolation.

But Zhong Mingxia was indeed very sensitive to the camera, and immediately grabbed Wan Changsheng's backpack and blocked her shoulders and destroyed the picture.

Ma Zhenyu ran over happily: "Wanwan, who is this beauty? Take a photo..."

Zhong Mingxia had already reached out with a cold face: "Taking photos without permission is an infringement of portrait rights. Don't you know this is a violation of the law? At least this is also a very impolite act!"

Ma Zhenyu, who is keen on taking photos, was shocked and quickly skillfully called out the photo and handed it over: "But it's really beautiful. Look at how beautiful the silhouette is."

This trick may be very useful to most girls. Even Du Wen should pay attention to her beautiful photos, but Zhong Mingxia was disgusted with indescribable disgust: "This is a secret photo! Deleted!"

Ma Zhenyu was surprised and couldn't believe his ears. Is this not appreciative?

Wan Changsheng understood and smiled and urged: "Do you delete it. People don't like being photographed secretly. If you want to take photos, just ask openly if you can take photos."

Ma Zhenyu also showed him a look: "Such a beautiful silhouette..."

Zhong Mingxia was simply disgusted: "Do you don't understand or something? He said he had deleted it!"

Ma Zhenyu had to delete the photos in person. Zhong Mingxia also checked them. By the way, she saw many beautiful pictures he had taken before, so she complained to Wan Changsheng: "Look, look, this is the most common situation. There are sneak shots everywhere. Do you think I am willing to take pictures in the shed?"

Wan Changsheng understands a little bit now, of course Zhong Mingxia's reaction may be too professional and overly sensitive: "You are so angry that you are taking photos, and of course you don't like others taking photos for you. It's just like a pretty girl who hears her beautiful girl say she's pretty."

This was originally thought of Du Wen's reaction.

Zhong Mingxia couldn't agree anymore: "Yes, yes! It's my business whether my body looks good or not. Do you appreciate it or not? It's your business. Everyone is responsible for their own affairs. Don't try to interfere and affect the other party, right?"

Wan Changsheng smiled: "Oh, you understand this principle too. Why don't you think so when you feel embarrassed and inferior?"

Zhong Mingxia suddenly stopped talking, maybe she put on her clothes, and her thinking finally returned to the arrogance that a beautiful woman should have.

Besides, she is really not a fool.

I immediately fell into thinking, and even held my chin and held my mouth with my backhand.

She is a professional model. Even if she doesn't know the principle of balance between opposition, she will actually make her moves look good.

Ma Zhenyu's hands were so itchy!

But this time I finally resisted taking photos and couldn't bear to leave: "Yes, do you want me to help?"

A boy might think he is a light bulb, and Wan Changsheng doesn't matter, and he is even grateful: "Hurry up! I'll treat you to dinner later, I haven't eaten yet..."

After a while, Zhong Mingxia faintly said: "After you said this, my heart became very bright. Let's try it tomorrow. What's your name? What's the ten thousand?"

Ma Zhenyu immediately had a wonderful expression, and wanted to participate but endured it.

Wan Changsheng actually said, "What does my name matter? I have been in class these two weeks anyway. If there is news, I will tell you. If there is any news, we will go through legal procedures to ensure responsibility and safety."

Zhong Mingxia, holding her chin again stopped talking.

But my whole body was relaxed and leaning against the plastic chair. I didn’t know what I was thinking, but my toes were really shaking easily.

Wan Changsheng is moving quickly. He first put two new plaster molds made of clay sculptures on the mold. When they are dry, then add epoxy resin to pour the previous hands and feet into the mold.

After this, it was almost two hours. I asked Ma Zhenyu to go out for dinner. Then Zhong Mingxia woke up and went out of the college gate together.

After the meals in the cafeteria were over, I naturally looked for food at the school gate. Wan Changsheng drove the beautiful woman away again: "I can't get out tonight. I will fill the new plaster mold with fiberglass in an hour or two. I will only see the results tomorrow morning. You can take these two hands and feet to remove them first?"

Maybe we really have to consider Zhong Mingxia's special profession. Most ordinary men are more subtle when facing beauties. They have to consider how much they have, but they may have an inexplicable sense of superiority towards her, and they are constantly making appointments for dinner.

The boundaries of the immortality are drawn so clearly.

Zhong Mingxia couldn't help but: "Do you still look down on me from the bottom of your heart?"

Wan Changsheng looked at her innocently: "Where do you start this? I have a lot of things all day long. You are off work, so why are you getting involved with your big girl..."
Chapter completed!