Zhong Mingxia asked: "I heard that you have a training class outside, so I will take me to see it. She also said that you can also invite me to be a model there. Will they draw human bodies?"

Wan Changsheng finally found some taste: "You still want to expand your business."

Zhong Mingxia nodded vigorously: "Sister Han is right. Why am I going to do something with other big guys? Just do things with you. If she doesn't say it, I don't know. You are in the postgraduate class in your sophomore year, you are a student from another department, and you are the president of the student union. You have a big business. Only a fool can't tell that you are promising."

Wan Changsheng looked at her with a smile: "Do you still think I am quite rich?"

Zhong Mingxia immediately said: "It's not like, at least you haven't made a lot of money yet. The 10,000 or 20,000 yuan leather bag tool was bought for you by my girlfriend. She is quite rich?"

Wan Changsheng was busy doing model flips and chatting casually: "Where did you know that I don't look like a rich man?"

Zhong Mingxia knew it carefully: "The clothes and shoes are very casual, and I don't wear watches. I think the mobile phone is a domestic bargain. I saw those who have some money in the studio and put car keys, big headphones, gold chains all day long. You don't have anything on you. This backpack is not as valuable as my cloth bag."

This reminded Wan Changsheng: "I forgot if you don't say it. We really want to ask models to take product photos. Are you going? Very regular photography."

Zhong Mingxia agreed without saying a word, but she didn't say a discount either.

It is said that the oil painting department has been empty on Monday.

Now we are all in the first and second grades of basic classes together. When we go to the senior grades, some professors and painters will select outstanding disciples to study in their studios through master-apprenticeship relationships.

Anyway, no matter whether it is the studio or the ordinary class, they all come to watch the fun!

Then I applied for modeling classes with my respective teachers, professors, and academic affairs.

According to the photos circulated in various groups on campus that day, Zhong Mingxia does have a professional level of modeling. The so-called movement that must be twisted to be artistically appealing is very common in the photography circle. In fact, it is an extension of the theory of opposite balance in the field of art.

She made it casually and solidified there, which was that artistic appeal. An ordinary striped shirt and long skirt deliberately exposed her shoulders and collarbone, which was very stolen.

It is said that a studio asked her to have a physical class on that day, but Zhong Mingxia actually refused.

But the contract for portrait courses was renewed for two months with different grades and studios, and it was basically the end of the year.

Of course, many of them are the ones who paint the whole body and wear clothes, and are collectively referred to as portrait paintings.

The reason for refusal is also very simple. She does feel that there is no rule in the oil painting department: "If you draw a portrait all day, there will be hundreds of people coming in and out! If I take off my clothes and sit there, it will be embarrassing, unless one-on-one... No, I don't dare to take one-on-one in the photography circle, it's better to have one-on-two, one-on-two, one-on-two, just like your kind of course."

Holding two newly released fiberglass sculptures, Wan Changsheng sighed: "We are naturally fewer graduate students. There are only 20 or 30 studios in the oil painting department. It is impossible for teachers and professors to create together. They have independent studios."

Zhong Mingxia mainly has a new view of the artist: "When I was resting during class, I looked at the paintings they hung in the classroom, and the side of a girl squatting and pooping. This is also called art? I think it's so strange. Although the painting is not too disgusting, the posture is too strange."

She always focuses on her own professional focus.

Wan Changsheng couldn't help laughing: "Well, some people think that winning by surprise is art. Now he feels that his work has been noticed, which will make it even worse."

Zhong Mingxia shook her head: "So I'm still a little scared of artists. There is really a teacher and professor who asks me to draw alone. You have to help me check it."

Wan Changsheng nodded: "Well, at least I can help you ask if this person has a good reputation first, and you should pay attention to safety."

Zhong Mingxia whispered: "I brought a knife and learned the anti-wolf technique in the gym..."

Wan Changsheng looked at her agile figure and quickly withdrew his gaze. He was too familiar.

Zhong Mingxia also noticed her eyes and quickly lowered her head to the front: "It's the third floor upstairs there. This weekend I'm busy moving. The things have not been packed yet, so don't think it's messy."

Wan Changsheng helped her carry the sculpture: "You can take these steps up by yourself. I'll wait for you, and I'll go to the training school quickly, and the photography team is waiting."

Zhong Mingxia took a sculpture wrapped in bubble paper. In fact, it was not very heavy. It was mainly because it was more than half a person tall. She took it home by herself and then took a taxi with Wan Changsheng to the training school.

But on the way to the starting price one or two stops, the old thing was mentioned again: "Where is your girlfriend? Let's have a meal together. I have been working in the past few months, thank you."

Wan Changsheng doubted Zhong Mingxia's intention: "I really have a girlfriend. Do you think I made it up? Well, there are photos..."

Zhong Mingxia quickly looked at the photos and seemed to be a single-celled animal. She also praised Jia Huanhuan for being cute, but she didn't sound very sincere. Compared with her, this may be the only characteristic.

Wan Changsheng doesn’t care what she wants: “She has just been admitted to the Medical University this year and is in military training. It’s time to see if she has time after National Day. She will meet in the future.”

Zhong Mingxia's enthusiastic look didn't seem to have any intention: "You must have a meal, right here? Every time I pass by here, I notice this brand."

Wan Changsheng was secretly proud of the publicity efforts. He paid to get off the bus and took Zhong Mingxia into the office. It was past five o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still crowds of candidates and parents. Many members of the Damei Society rushed over to do things after school. This is still the military training of freshmen this year. After they joined in, it is probably even more crowded.

Then many eyes were focused on Wan Changsheng and the tall beauties he brought with him. The parents stayed a lot, and the administrative staff and friends of the Damei Society had become accustomed to it. Besides, with Du Du's appearance, Zhong Mingxia mainly had outstanding figure and posture.

At this moment, she looked up and down and left and right curiously: "Oh, is this the office? I thought it was a studio..."

Wan Changsheng ignored her and hugged her sculpture upstairs: "Photography team, the photography team came and told them to hurry up. The model here is here. Aunt Xu, sign a shooting contract with Xiao Zhong. For the specific price details, she brought the document list herself. Ma Zhenyu and the others will take photos later. Don't look for me. Hurry! Everyone will bring me a lunch box when they eat later..."

Zhong Mingxia, who was always disgusted with the studio and outside, was always watched by people with ulterior motives. When she met this guy who was eager to hide away, she kept watching Wan Changsheng into the office.

Then he took the initiative to take the office director's arm with a smile on his face and ask what was going on.
Chapter completed!