Chapter 47 His mother is right here, yet she still manages to produce a counterfeit product?

Cheng Letian kept a straight face until the end of get out of class.

The bell rang, and Song Nian'an sent a text message to the phone number on Professor Huang's business card:

Hello Professor, I am your student Song Nian'an. I was wondering if you would be in your studio at noon, as a classmate and I would like to visit and learn from you.

The professor replied with an "okay".

Song Nian'an excitedly grabbed Xiao Qiaoqibao and rushed over.

They bought two steamed buns, holding onto their bicycles with one hand and munching on the buns with the other, and rode on until they arrived.

The studio, located in this villa area, spans three floors above ground and one basement level. White walls, desks and chairs, and walls lined with bookshelves constitute the basic work area.

Professor Huang was having a meeting with other doctoral students upstairs when his assistant came downstairs to greet Song Nian'an.

The assistant showed them around, carefully explaining the function of each area and the studio's achievements.

The third floor of the studio is where the professor spends most of his time; when he's not there, it naturally becomes a meeting room. It contains many items characteristic of the professor, such as his father's dual cassette recorder, his collection of antiques, Indonesian Buddha statues, and of course, a wide variety of books.

The basement also has an office area, displaying a lot of materials and everyone's works.

Among them are Professor Huang's award-winning works from that year.

They came out through the side door on the first floor and saw that the entire building was surrounded by greenery and had its own small garden. Even during their busy work, they could enjoy the scenery and looked forward to this kind of design studio life even more.

Seeing the two students' curious looks, the assistant couldn't help but sigh, "When I first came here, I had the same look in my eyes as you. My mind was filled with novelty and curiosity. I'm so happy that you've joined our big family. I hope you'll work hard together and make progress together."

The professor had just finished his meeting when he ran into these two newcomers to society.

Beside the professor were two doctoral students: one was a young, thin, bald man who looked no older than Song Nian'an, and the other had a spiky hairstyle covered in metal ornaments.

It was the skinny, bald man who spoke first: "Hello, I am Professor Huang's doctoral student, my name is Ren."

Then the spiky-haired guy introduced himself: "Hello, juniors, I'm a soon-to-be doctoral student, my name is Jiang Yu."

"Song Nian'an and Cheng Letian."

Song Nian'an wondered how Professor Huang, who seemed so serious, could have such unique students. Compared to them, did she seem too ordinary?

Professor Huang sat on the sofa, sipping tea, a smile always on his face: "How was the visit? Would you like to consider interning in our studio?"

Senior Brother Ren poured a glass of water for Song Nian'an and Cheng Letian, and Song Nian'an felt a little embarrassed.

Cheng Letian said enthusiastically, "Thank you, Professor. We always want to come and learn from you and our fellow students when we don't have classes!"

Professor Huang nodded. He was never stingy in sharing his experience with his students, but in the end, almost none of them stayed.

Or they learn a little bit and then run out into the world, feeling that their creativity and practice are unmatched by anyone else.

Either they persist for a long time, but their edges are worn down by time, or they give up halfway because they can't stand the loneliness.

He initially took a liking to Song Nian'an because of the resilience in his paintings. One's character can be seen from the lines and handwriting, and Song Nian'an's paintings are characterized by firm strokes, smooth and bold lines. Even if a line is wrong, he will not erase it and start over, but will let it serve as a branch to continue to embellish the work.

This is what he wanted: honest and straightforward sincerity.

"Have you eaten yet? Come and eat with us!" Professor Huang asked.

Song Nian'an blinked, stood up, and said, "We've eaten, Professor. Let's add you and the other senior students on WeChat first, and we'll come to the studio as soon as the exam is over!"

The studio was furnished with warm-colored lights, a small coffee table, and only four people: the professor, two senior students, and an assistant.

Song Nian'an still felt it was a bit unreal. It wasn't that she suspected Professor Huang was a human trafficker, but she felt that a master should have many followers who came to admire him. At the very least, it shouldn't be so deserted.

"Professor, may I ask you a question?"

The professor nodded.

Song Nian'an asked honestly, "Why doesn't your studio have any employees?"

The professor smiled. Since they had already asked, he went along with it: "I'm getting old. Many students think my ideas aren't innovative enough, that they think they're better than me, and that they look down on me." The professor shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"Professor, you are too modest."

The professor just smiled and didn't say anything, quietly drinking his tea.

Half a minute passed.

"You have things to do this afternoon, right? Go ahead."

Song Nian'an and Cheng Letian stood up, bent over, and walked out.

Upon seeing a park model at the entrance, Song Nian'an was stunned.

Isn't this... that little park downstairs from the Wen Group building?

Seeing Song Nian'an stop, the assistant went up to explain, "This was the professor's favorite student's work, it's just a pity..."

Song Nian'an understood, thanked her assistant, and then left with Cheng Letian.

Unfortunately, Wen Siyan's mind was no longer on architectural design.

"Anzai, do you think the professor is just unpopular or has a strange temper? I thought those two senior brothers were acting weird too, I was just about to laugh."

"I can't help but laugh at your silly antics; you're never serious."

"I think your butt deserves a spanking again."

Song Nian'an kicked him in the butt. "Get out of here. Are you going to keep bothering me with your butt? Let's watch the game. Let's go."

When the taxi arrived at the esports arena, the entrance was already packed with fans.

The fans of the final team each had a light stick of a different color, and there were also many tablets holding up funny screenshots.

Just then, the contestant's car arrived.

Song Nian'an looked at the members of the AW team. They were all young boys, tall and with long legs. They were all good-looking, and their fair skin, which had never been exposed to the sun, was even more dazzling under the spotlight.

He couldn't help but wonder what Wen Jing would be like if he were ten years younger.

"Let's go, let's go in." Cheng Letian pushed him forward, "If we don't leave soon, we'll block the entrance."

Cheng Letian took out his VIP ticket and dragged Song Nian'an, who was mesmerized by the handsome man, forward.

Suddenly, a scream of "Ah Nian, ahhhhhh, Ah Nian is here too!!" made Song Nian'an turn around.

Are you calling me?

Has anyone recognized them?

That's impossible! They've never shown their face before, how could that be!

Wasn't it you calling me?

Song Nian'an looked in the direction everyone was pointing and saw a young man get off the car. He had a mature and elegant demeanor, and his smile was neither too strong nor too weak. His pointed chin made his face look long and slender, and the curve of his eyes was like a peach blossom. Like him, he had a black mole on the side of his earlobe.

The real deal is right here, and they still produce counterfeit and shoddy products?

I'm going to call 12315 to file a complaint, damn it.