Chapter 3 Do I Have to Take Off My Clothes?
The next day, Meng Tang left the dormitory at 7:30.
After eating in the cafeteria, she bought breakfast for Wei Chuan.
Two boiled eggs, a bottle of milk, and a pancake.
When they arrived at the door of the men's dormitory, Wei Chuan just ran out.
Meng Tang handed over the breakfast and tried to shield himself with his tall body.
Because there are a lot of people attending the morning class, and Wei Chuan is a well-known figure in the school, others are naturally curious about the girls around him.
"Where do you have classes?" Wei Chuan asked.
Meng Tang replied: "The clay sculpture studio is on the third floor of the sculpture building."
Wei Chuan said, "There's still time. I'll have breakfast first."
"good."
Wei Chuan finished his breakfast before reaching the sculpture building. After finishing his last sip of milk, he childishly asked Meng Tang:
"Do you think I could throw the milk carton in the trash?"
Meng Tang: "...Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, the milk carton flew out and hit the target.
Wei Chuan laughed triumphantly: "It still has to be me."
Meng Tang also curled his lips. Just a few moments of contact with such an energetic and childish person would make one feel better.
After entering the open door, Wei Chuan was stunned: "Come to work on the construction site?"
The wide road was filled with wood, stone, plaster statues, many metal frames and various discarded materials, leaving only a narrow passage.
Meng Tang said: "They are all materials, many of which were picked up from outside."
Wei Chuan: "...No wonder people told me that there are people in the Academy of Fine Arts who like to pick up trash."
Meng Tang: “…”
This is true. Even many years after graduation, some people still maintain the tradition of picking up trash when they see it.
After going up to the studio on the third floor, even though Wei Chuan was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.
A scene that is more like a construction site than a construction site.
The dampness of the soil, mixed with sawdust, metal rust and other smells, hit my face.
The only word that can describe the situation is "chaos". There is no place to stay.
"Fuck, it's Wei Chuan."
Most of the classmates had arrived. When they heard what was going on, Wei Chuan greeted them generously and walked over to ask what they were doing.
"Welding." A boy said, "Making the skeleton."
"Meng Tang, the model the professor asked you to find is Wei Chuan?" A girl came over.
Meng Tang nodded.
"I should have dressed up nicely today." The girl wailed, "Look at me, I'm all dusty."
Meng Tang smiled. No matter how beautiful she was, she couldn't withstand the mud and dust on her hands.
The professor came in from the door, saw Wei Chuan, and joked with Meng Tang: "You really invited someone here."
Wei Chuan looked back and said nonchalantly, "I'm not doing this for your sake."
Professor Xu: "So you are interested in my student?"
Meng Tang's heart skipped a beat. What did he like?
"I invited him twice." Meng Tang interrupted them hastily, "He agreed because he thought I was annoying."
Professor Xu laughed and said, "With your sullen personality, how could he find you annoying?"
Meng Tang lacked confidence: "...I'm not that bored."
How could she dare to say that she was the one who "threatened" Wei Chuan, since he had clearly compensated her with the box.
The professor clapped his hands, asked Wei Chuan to go to the model area, and started the class.
Wei Chuanshe was so cool that he turned around and asked the professor, "Don't I have to take off my clothes?"
There was laughter in the classroom, but Wei Chuan remained calm.
Professor Xu smiled when he heard this: "Who told you to take off your clothes?"
Meng Tang had a bad feeling. Sure enough, Wei Chuan pointed at her and said, "She asked me if I could accept being naked."
"Hahaha..." The other students laughed and pounded their desks.
Professor Xu winked at Meng Tang and asked, "Are you seeking benefits for yourself or for the other girls in our class?"
Meng Tang's face flushed red: "I, I..."
Wei Chuan obviously understood that there was no need for him to take off his clothes. When he turned to look at Meng Tang, his eyes changed.
Meng Tang: “…”
She really had no intention of coveting his body.
"Okay, class is starting..." Professor Xu asked Wei Chuan to perform a set of movements. From jumping to shooting, his movements were standard and powerful.
Meng Tang was sitting opposite Wei Chuan. The morning light shone through the high window, enveloping the two of them in a small space of light.
From Wei Chuan’s jumping action, the professor explained the linkage relationship between muscle groups.
During the clay sculpture creation process, students are naturally required to show the changes in muscle lines.
Such courses are built up over time, from skeleton construction to large-scale modeling, Meng Tang is the only one who is praised.
But this also has something to do with the fact that she has been learning wood carving since she was a child.
At about ten o'clock, Wei Chuan's "modeling career" ended.
But he didn't leave. Instead, he asked the professor if he could stay and take a look. The professor readily agreed.
Wei Chuan found a relatively clean chair and sat down next to Meng Tang.
Meng Tang was stunned. Why didn't he leave?
Wei Chuan said, "Didn't you promise to carve something for me? I just happened to have some free time so I could talk to you."
"Okay," Meng Tang nodded. "Do you want to go and look at the wood?"
Wei Chuan shook his head: "If I don't see it, I won't understand it either. If you calculate the money today, I will pay you a deposit."
"There's no rush. I'll tell you later."
"Let's have lunch together." Wei Chuan said, "Explain it to me clearly, otherwise I will think about it during training."
Meng Tang had no choice but to agree. This person was going to represent the school in CUBAL, and it would definitely be bad if it affected the training.
After school at noon, Meng Tang did not leave the classroom. Instead, he took a piece of paper, quickly drew a sketch and sent it over.
On the clean white paper, he drew a sketch of the little prince and the rose with just a few strokes.
Wei Chuan blurted out: "Awesome."
"I have a piece of boxwood of the right size. It's a medium to high-quality aged material. It's small, so the cost isn't high."
"The sketch is not a design draft. I marked the dimensions just to show you the size."
"After I draw the three views, I will send them to you on WeChat."
When talking about what he is good at, Meng Tang unconsciously talked more.
"If you're still worried, I can make a clay sculpture for you first."
Traditional handicrafts all start with clay sculptures, which are then modified and made again until the result is satisfactory.
But what Wei Chuan asked her to do was not difficult and was not even enough to practice. In order to save time, Meng Tang wanted to skip this step.
"Don't employ people you doubt, and don't doubt people you employ," said Wei Chuan.
Meng Tang: “…”
Is this how this sentence is used?
Wei Chuan: "Let's go eat first and talk while we eat."
Meng Tang responded, packed up his things, and went to the nearby North Canteen with Wei Chuan.
As soon as he sat down, Wei Chuan's cell phone rang.
"I'm in the North Canteen... Didn't I explain to you last night? I was drafted by the Academy of Fine Arts... Come on, come on..."
Meng Tang was stunned. After he hung up the phone, he asked, "Is your roommate coming?"
"Um."
"Everyone coming?"
"Yeah, what's wrong? You can't see anyone?"
Meng Tang stood up suddenly: "I, I'd better go first."
Wei Chuan chased after her and held her back: "We haven't finished our meal yet, why are you leaving? Besides, you haven't told me the specific sculpture shape and details yet."
"I really have something to do. Can we talk about it next time?" Meng Tang pushed him away and was about to leave when a boy walked by with a tray and a bowl of boiling soup in his hand.
"Be careful," Wei Chuan's face darkened. He grabbed her shoulders, half-turned her into his arms, and shielded her with her back.
Fortunately, the boy held it firmly and the hot soup was not spilled.
Seeing Wei Chuan's bad face, Meng Tang was about to explain when a gentle voice interrupted: "Becoming a soldier or dating?"
Meng Tang pushed Wei Chuan away and looked at Xu Heqing's dejected expression, but he was eager to explain:
"No, there really wasn't a date. He and I were just talking about wood carving."
Wei Chuan raised his eyebrows and suddenly discovered something.
Meng Tang...likes Xu Heqing?
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