"You're still poor?" Rong Ruoshi scoffed.
"I used to be poor."
Ji Xia raised her chin seriously: "You don't understand the pain of losing a hero for a penny, but I have experienced it."
Although Ji Xia has never been poor in this life, she was poor for half her previous life, and no one knows that feeling better than her.
Liu Yujuan felt the same way, as she was still struggling to make ends meet.
Rong Ruoshi was speechless: "Fine, do whatever you want!"
"I just saw myself in her, so if she's interested, I'm thinking of introducing her to some part-time jobs."
Liu Yujuan couldn't help but feel grateful. Rong Ruoshi and Jiang Qingci both came from big cities, but only Ji Xia came from a rural village and could understand her.
What's even more remarkable is that she changed her economic situation through her own efforts, and I can take her as a role model.
As Rong Ruoshi and Jiang Qingci went out to fetch water, she asked in a low voice, "Can you really introduce me to someone? Will they want to?"
"Whether you want it or not is up to you. If your design is refreshing and popular, of course you'll want it."
"There has been a cultural gap in China for more than a decade. In the next few years, fashion design will be in high demand. As long as you have real talent, don't worry about being poor in the future."
Ji Xia patted her on the shoulder: "My brother is a business manager in Jiangnan. As long as you can draw something good, I'll recommend you. But you should focus on your studies right now!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely study hard."
Liu Yujuan nodded happily, feeling much relieved.
She recalled her own experience learning to paint, which took only a few days. Even Professor Wan said she had talent and specially brought her out of the countryside.
If she works hard, harder than anyone else, she can definitely do it too.
Ji Xia generously lent her her drafts and fashion magazines, so what right did she have not to work hard?
Liu Yujuan indeed borrowed her books, sometimes reading theoretical books and taking notes, sometimes admiring Ji Xia's designs and looking at fashion magazines, and even after the dormitory lights were turned off, she was still reading by lamplight.
On the first day of school, Ji Xia arrived at the art studio according to the timetable, only to find out that this course was taken together with the interior design class.
In a spacious studio, there are neatly arranged stools and tall easels on both sides, and twenty chairs at the back.
A dozen or so students from two classes stood helplessly in the classroom, unsure of what to do.
Ji Xia, carrying her sketchbook, drawing paper, and pencils, along with a black leather notebook and a fountain pen in her backpack, went to the sketching room with Liu Yujuan.
She had taken sketching classes, so she had a general idea of what it looked like and was fairly well prepared.
Liu Yujuan's mind was still stuck in the traditional classroom, and she was stunned when she saw this art studio.
Ji Xia glanced around the classroom, tugged at Liu Yujuan's arm, and casually found a chair at the back to sit down.
Seeing this, the others followed suit and sat down in chairs.
Liu Yujuan looked around for a moment: "How are we going to have class later?"
"This is an art academy, we're here to learn to paint, so of course we'll be using drawing boards."
Ji Xia pointed to the easels and drawing boards on both sides of the classroom: "See these? These are our desks."
"You should be quite familiar with this, right? Is it from a family tradition? Where are you from?"
A cheerful girl next to her smiled at her. Just as Ji Xia was about to speak, she suddenly saw a figure outside the window: "The teacher is here."
A middle-aged man with a small mustache walked in carrying a box, glanced at the students in the classroom, and placed the box on the podium.
"Students, I am your sketching teacher, Zhuang Xiaochen..."
Teacher Zhuang introduced himself, then took out the attendance sheet and called out names. After introducing everyone, he talked about the importance of sketching in art.
After speaking for a few minutes, the teacher went up to the podium and took out three geometric plaster figures of different sizes from the box: a hexagonal prism, a small sphere, and a plaster figure that looked like a cone with a cross added on it.
A tablecloth was used to create a pattern on the table on the podium, and three geometric plaster figures were arranged in a beautiful shape. Then, the students were asked to draw a sketch based on the actual podium.
After the sketching class, there was a line drawing class. In the first class, they were given a line drawing textbook to show them how to draw. Then they were asked to buy sized Xuan paper and line drawing pens and other tools. Classes will start tomorrow.
In the afternoon, we will cover the history of Chinese and Western clothing, the three-dimensional structure of clothing, an introduction to design, hand-drawing techniques for clothing illustration, and clothing patterns, among other topics.
A mountain of theoretical knowledge was presented, leaving several students feeling utterly overwhelmed. Was it really necessary to be so demanding on the first day of school?
Well, we should roll it up. These things are quite useful. Ji Xia used to be an outsider, a self-taught person. Today, she's finally getting a formal education. Before, she relied entirely on reading books and materials on her own. Now, someone is guiding her.
As Ji Xia and Liu Yujuan returned to their dormitory after get off work in the evening, Jiang Qingci rushed back with books in his arms.
"It's great that you're all here. Let's go out to eat together."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yujuan shook her head: "Outside? Forget it, I won't go. I'll go to the cafeteria and borrow two books from the library."
Ji Xia looked up suspiciously: "What? You're treating?"
Jiang Qingci chuckled, "It's not me, it's my cousin treating. Want to come along? Yujuan, you should come too. You don't have to pay, so what's there to worry about?"
This isn't about the money; it's about something else entirely, silly girl.
As Ji Xia packed her things, she shook her head and chuckled, "You're really naive. What kind of guy treats his roommates to meals every day? He only wants to treat you. As for us, going along once is just to see what it's like, but going a second or third time would be foolish."
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