He Zhijin asked him if he wanted to go for a walk on the beach. It was almost dusk and the temperature at the beach was just comfortable.
The two of them walked barefoot on the beach, and Jing Zuhuai really enjoyed the atmosphere. There were few people around, it was quiet, and the sea breeze was very comfortable. He chatted with He Zhijin who was walking beside him.
The young man’s ideals are above everything else, and he is willing to give everything for them.
Jing Zuohuai did not tell the deepest secret in his heart. He is still several stages away from He Zhijin. When he is qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, he will make it public.
This is good at this stage, at least they have become friends.
In the past, he couldn't even imagine it.
After everything was finalized, Ms. Yao interviewed them. Bu Wei had worked with her before, and after a few brief conversations, they understood each other's perspectives. After combining the two demos, the general template was finalized.
Jin Ling dropped Jing Zuohuai off at the school gate at his request, giving him several instructions before leaving with Shang Miao. Jing Zuohuai watched them leave until the car was out of sight before entering the campus and heading straight for the library.
The school had sent him a message, hoping he could participate in the school exhibition. After discussing it with Jin Ling, they finally relented and agreed.
I went to the library to borrow a few supplementary books, took a quick look at them, and then my roommate asked me to review his English competition paper. This revision lasted until the early morning.
Yang Hao was extremely grateful and submitted it just before the deadline. He had a class the next morning, so staying up late was out of the question.
He attended classes at school and went to the library to read after class to come up with ideas for his own exhibits. He didn't have any ideas at the moment, his mind was blank.
These days I spend in the library, lost in thought...
It was around 2:00 PM, the time their group had agreed to meet. The art studio at the Academy of Fine Arts was filled with graduates preparing for their graduation exhibitions. After greeting them, the students told them to head directly to the small classroom at the back.
The School of Humanities and the School of Fine Arts are still some distance apart. He hurried over, found the classroom, closed the door, took off his mask and hat, and was sweating profusely from the heat.
"Here it is." The senior student in the same group lowered the temperature and handed him a glass of lemonade. "It's not too cold anymore."
"Thank you, Senior." He took it and took a long sip. The cool breeze and the lemonade in his hand relieved the heat and fatigue, and adjusted himself to prepare for the graduation exhibition.
My senior was Zheng Shishi, a senior at the Academy of Fine Arts, class monitor, and former head of the Arts Department of the Student Union. She was a nice, quiet, and understated person.
Her graduation project, a beautiful headdress, was already ready. She had consulted history books and scoured jewelry catalogs, putting a great deal of effort into creating it.
Jing Zuohuai agreed to the school's request, thinking he would be given a topic. Unexpectedly, nothing was given, leaving him free to use his imagination. He struggled for a while before finally deciding on a topic.
But now that he had a topic, what kind of product should he make? He only knew how to draw, so did he have to submit a drawing paper?
Fortunately, I met my senior sister when I was confused. She was also arranged by the school, and by chance we became a group.
My senior has a double degree, the second in sculpture. So Jing Zuohuai is in charge of the drawings, while Zheng Shishi is in charge of the finished product.
When I showed her the draft, Zheng Shishi was stunned at first, then smiled and asked, "What's the name?"
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