The program provides the guests with three meals a day on time. They can eat in the lobby on the first floor or take the food back to their rooms.

It's polite to eat together on the first day we meet, but now everyone is in a hurry to finish their tasks, so they've all chosen to take their lunch back to their rooms to eat.

Wei Yu's room contained a lot of painting tools, so Lan Qingyue led her to her own room.

Even during lunchtime, the cameraman was very dedicated to filming them, not missing a single shot.

After dinner, the two started working again. Since it was a series, they decided to make four dresses, with Lan Qingyue designing two and Wei Yu designing two.

Not knowing whether Lan Qingyue could draw figures, directly asking "Can you draw?" seemed a bit inappropriate. No matter the tone of the question, it always sounded like she was doubting someone. After considering it for a moment, she asked, "Qingyue, do you think drawing figures is difficult?"

If Lan Qingyue finds it difficult or can't draw it, she can draw the figure for her.

Wei Yu didn't say this explicitly.

“It’s not difficult,” Lan Qingyue blurted out. “Once you can draw, you won’t find it difficult. When I first drew, I also found it very difficult, and I questioned what kind of rubbish I was drawing all day long. But after I became more proficient, I didn’t find it difficult anymore, and it even helped me calm down.”

"However..." Lan Qingyue changed the subject, smiled, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "But if I had to draw people every day like in the first semester, drawing from photos and then drawing real people, then drawing from memory and then drawing the human body again, I think I would really break down!"

"We did figure sketches for a month straight. Later, some of the students felt like throwing up when they saw fatty meat at mealtimes and couldn't eat any meat at all. Believe me, it was quite interesting."

Lan Qingyue kept talking, and Wei Yu didn't interrupt her. But when she heard the end, she became curious and couldn't help but ask, "Since painting is so interesting, how did you end up becoming an actress?"

Lan Qingyue was taken aback.

oops!

When I get excited, I don't watch my mouth and say too much.

She chuckled and said, "That was an art class. I started acting when I was a teenager. Back then, I was just an extra, a supporting actor, to earn some living expenses. Then I grew to love acting more and more."

"I see."

The topic didn't go on for long, and Lan Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Yu moved quickly, picking up a piece of paper and sketching a slender, tall girl with a few simple strokes. Lan Qingyue was still working on the outline; she could draw a person well, but not as quickly.

Draw a robot in five minutes, and a human figure in ten minutes or more, even a very simple one.

Lan Qingyue's teacher often told her that the drawing should be completed within one minute, two minutes at most. Every time Lan Qingyue tried to challenge this time, her hands would shake and wouldn't obey her commands. The lines wouldn't listen either, they just wouldn't be straight. She was also... very... helpless.

However, she is able to complete her homework within the time limit set by the teacher.

Now that there's a big shot next to her, Lan Qingyue started to feel envious again, openly envious. She envies anyone who can draw well or quickly.

Lan Qingyue moved closer to Wei Yu, inhaling the faint floral scent emanating from her, and said enviously, "Wei Yu, can I ask you a question? How do you draw so fast? Do you have any techniques? I mean, figures, figures."