Pheromone Addiction ( Chinese Bl MTL Novel)

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

　　The courses in the Department of Fine Arts are arranged in small classes. Xin Chen has not had Chang Ping's class in the past three years, but his graduation work was assigned to him, which made him very happy. However, when the list of groups for the instructor came out, Xin Chen was stunned. Living.

　　There were four students in his group. Apart from two students who were a year younger than him, there was another student just like him, Jiang Chengwang.

　　When Xin Chen called Fang Ruihua and told him about this, Fang Ruihua also felt strange, and thought for a long time before recalling: "I know, Fang Ruihua did not seem to be at the graduation ceremony last year. His parents wanted to arrange him in a In the design institute, our class seemed to be due to the transfer of leaders, so it was not easy to fill in people, so he postponed his graduation for a year?"

　　Xin Chen hooked the headphone cable with his finger: "Maybe...why does the ghost linger."

　　Fang Ruihua persuaded: "You are just doing big homework with a teacher. You can't see him a few times. He has calmed down a long time ago. The freshman incident may have had a great impact on his grandfather. I remember that his grandfather was still It hinted that the teacher had corrected his marks, and after being found out, tsk tsk tsk, it will not be guaranteed at the end of the festival."

　　Xin Chen didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After four years, the freshman matter was almost ignored, and seeing the name Jiang Chengwang was just a little emotional.

　　After talking to Fang Ruihua a few more times, Xin Chen hung up because he was still busy with work.

　　After confirming the tutor, Xin Chen made an appointment with Chang Ping in the afternoon to discuss the graduation project in his office. Chang Ping was still the same as four years ago, gentle and kind, and amiable. He invited Xin Chen to sit down in the office and asked him with a smile if he had any ideas of his own.

　　Xin Chen is good at oil painting, especially landscapes. Bi She also wanted to paint landscapes. After hearing Chang Ping's inquiry, Xin Chen raised his eyes to look at the French sycamore outside the office and the creeping ivy on the opposite teaching building. He didn't know why. It reminds me of the night sky outside the terrace of Century Huating, the sparkling lake and the green hills and mansions on the other side of the lake. Every time I look at it, there is a new artistic conception, but his favorite is the dark blue night scene.

　　Xin Chen said: "I want to paint a landscape painting, so I paint Pingliang Lake."

　　Chang Ping happily said, "Okay, but is it convenient for you to sketch?"

　　Xin Chen nodded: "I can find a place."

　　The small terrace of Century Huating, he said he would paint a picture there.

　　Chang Ping gave him some directional guidance. After the matter was finalized, Xin Chen left. For the rest of the time, he just had to complete the work by himself. Chang Ping asked him to report on the progress every two weeks. It's only March, and he has plenty of time.

          After Xin Chen left the office, there was a sudden sound of paper flipping on the desk blocked by a partition, and then a young boy said contemptuously, "Did he really draw this?"

　　Chang Ping said: "It's his, he has made great progress."

　　Jiang Chengwang sneered.

　　Chang Ping took the few paintings in his hand and looked through them carefully. He had to admit that Xin Chen's change was almost earth-shaking. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Are you sure that Lu Baiqian and him have nothing to do with each other?"