Chapter 40 Chapter 40 A touch like a dragonfly skimming the water
After a day of art exams, Pei Shuyu rarely showed any signs of fatigue. After moving her painting materials back to Studio No. 5, she stretched lazily.
There were more or less some paint spots on her clothes. After a period of time, she finally got used to it and no longer avoided it like before.
"I'm a paintbrush..."
Pei Shuyu hadn't hummed two tunes when she was interrupted by the sketching teacher who appeared in the studio with a serious face.
The iconic teaching stick was waved a few times, and the studio suddenly became quiet.
Using the help of a few people standing up to block the way, Pei Shuyu put his arm around Ji Yan's shoulder like a boneless person and lowered his voice: "Your face doesn't look right, it's a little scary."
He said it was scary, but in fact he was not panicked at all.
Ji Yan recounted what she had witnessed during the color test that afternoon: "On my way to the supermarket this afternoon, I saw a few teachers squatting on the ground, sorting through your sketching papers."
I've heard Pei Shuyu say before that a painting's level and score can be determined in less than three seconds, but it still seems absurd when I actually see it.
In just a second or two, an art student’s years of hard work are scored.
Pei Shuyu said, "That means the sketches have been separated."
As expected, a stack of sketching paper was thrown to the nearest person. The sketching teacher waved his stick twice and said before leaving, "Hand out the papers."
Pei Shuyu sat down nonchalantly, her long legs resting unruly on the backrest of Qi Ying's folding chair. She folded her arms, took out her phone and replied to a few messages.
Every night while Ji Yan was studying at her desk, she would hide in bed and carve models.
These days, the model was finally carved.
However, since digital carving is a skill that she almost taught herself, Pei Shuyu is not sure whether what she carved can be printed completely.
When the senior student offered to help her take a look, she sent her the model source file.
Shortly after the color test, my senior student sent me a message.
Senior: [It's not a big problem. Only a few details need adjustment. I can fix it directly for you. It doesn't affect the appearance of the model, just the line construction of the internal structure.]
Pei Shuyu: [Sorry, I was taking an exam today and couldn't reply to your message in time. Okay, please help me edit it.]
The senior student replied quickly: "It's no big deal. The school has a dedicated printer. I can print it for you and send it to you by express. Is that okay?"
As one of the top art colleges in China, a specialized digital engraving printer is a must.
Pei Shuyu thought about it and realized that if she went to other merchants, it would take a lot of time to communicate and schedule, and the delivery would be delayed. The merchant might even reuse the model she carved and sell it to others.
To avoid this small possibility, Pei Shuyu typed: [Thank you, senior sister. I will treat you to a meal next time you come back.]
Senior: [Sure, but please wait until you come to our school and then invite me.]
Pei Shuyu bent her lips: [Okay!]
She was chatting happily and didn't notice the girl standing beside her, looking at her thoughtfully.
Why is this person so happy all of a sudden?
Ji Yan's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Is there anyone else who hasn't received the test paper yet?" asked the class monitor elected in the studio.
Pei Shuyu put away her phone and raised her hand: "I don't have it."
Qi Ying pressed her hand down and said disdainfully, "Is this a question for you?"
Bian Mengfan said, "Your paper should be inside the glass wall outside."
Pei Shuyu tsks and raises her hand: "Someone help me up."
No one around paid any attention to her.
Qi Ying held the sketch paper, with a bright red number on the blank space: "Nerve."
Ji Yan grabbed the wrist of the person sitting there, and with a little strength from her finger bones, she lifted the person up, which prompted someone to say, "See? Ji Yan is the only one who treats me the best. Can you learn from her?"
No one around still paid any attention to her.
Qi Ying said again, "Nervous."
Pei Shuyu complained, "Ji Yan, look, they're bullying me." She glimpsed the numbers on Qi Ying's sketch paper and said, "123, not bad."
Qi Ying waved his hands and smiled from ear to ear: "It's okay, it's okay."
Most people in the studio received the paintings, except Pei Shuyu, there were still two people who did not receive one.
In front of Studio No. 3, one-third of the glass wall is covered with sketches, one-third is covered with quick sketches, and the remaining one-third is left empty, waiting for the color results to come out and then the best ones will be covered.
At this moment, twenty or thirty students gathered in front of the glass wall, commenting on the paintings inside.
"Hey, you know what, this is a pretty good painting."
"I like this one. The colors are very light, and the relationship between light and dark grays is really good."
"Why don't you see Pei Shuyu?"
"Here she is. Wow, the arrangement, the structure, the shape, no wonder she's 145cm tall. Amazing."
Hearing her name, Pei Shuyu raised her eyebrows and pulled Ji Yan to the less crowded sketching area.
Ji Yan: "Don't you want to look at the sketch first?"
Pei Shuyu smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? My sketching score is 145, so there's no need to squeeze in to see it. I want to know my score for the quick sketch."
Pei Shuyu quickly scanned the sketch area and found his own.
The number in the blank space above is "72".
It was an excellent result. Ji Yan calculated Pei Shuyu's chances of getting into her dream school, and her expression relaxed. "72 points, that's very high."
The total score for sketching is only 75.
Pei Shuyu browsed through the paintings on the glass wall and took Ji Yan out of the increasingly crowded place.
She opened the calculator on her phone and muttered, "145 plus 72 equals..."
"217." Ji Yan interrupted.
Pei Shuyu: "Yes, 217, plus my color score has always been above 140, so the total score is 357."
The top scorer in last year's provincial unified examination scored 354.
Of course, it is possible that the art school teacher will give a slightly higher score.
Pei Shuyu planned to wait until the first provincial joint examination to see the scores.
At that time, the grades were given by teachers from other schools, so the grades were relatively objective.
Although the college she wants to apply to requires a passing score in the school entrance examination, the score in the provincial unified examination is also a recognition of an art student.
Ji Yan asked, "How many points are needed for the cultural courses of the A University Academy of Fine Arts?"
Pei Shuyu performed a trick to make her smile disappear, and cried, "Can you please not talk about sad things? There's still a year left." She pursed her lips in grievance, using her usual way of pretending to be pitiful, "Ji Yan, you find a way."
When her facial features drooped, she inexplicably revealed a sense of fragility, especially the glittering light in her eyes, as if liquid would flow out in the next second.
Ji Yan lost his mind for a moment.
Pei Shuyu struck while the iron was hot, holding Ji Yan's finger and asking teasingly, knowingly asking, "What should I do? I really want to go to the same school as someone."
Her index finger was hooked, swaying intermittently. The summer evening breeze blew, causing her hair to flutter lightly, blurring Ji Yan's eyebrows. The girl smoothed down a few strands of hair and said gently, "From now on, after you finish drawing, I'll give you an extra half hour of math and English lessons."
Pei Shuyu: "..."
She suddenly felt that sometimes she didn't really want to listen to Ji Yan talk.
Ji Yan hooked Pei Shuyu's pinky finger: "Hmm?"
Pei Shuyu laughed: "Ah, this... well, there's actually no need to increase the duration right now. Just add it occasionally."
Ji Yan remained silent.
After the exam, the art school humanely gives students a break for evening classes.
Of course, except for not being allowed to leave the art school, you can do whatever you want.
Pei Shuyu disagreed. She turned over her math paper and said, "We don't have to draw in the evening class tonight. Why don't you let us leave?"
Ji Yan: "I'm afraid you'll run around."
Pei Shuyu was so overwhelmed by the numbers and symbols that she scratched her hair several times. She said in frustration, "The art school is worrying about nothing. Also, why do I have to do a math test now?"
The sound of games came from beside her, and Pei Shuyu felt even more itchy.
Ji Yan straightened her paper and said, "Try extra time today."
Pei Shuyu: "..."
Qi Ying finished two games and won both. She went over to tease him cheerfully, "You're just right. Everyone else is playing games, but you're the only one who's undisturbed and focused on studying. If you don't go to college, who will?"
Pei Shuyu: "...nerve."
Qi Ying's total score this time was over 290. After happily arguing with Pei Shuyu, he went to team up with others to play games.
Pei Shuyu bit her lip, carefully pulled the corner of Ji Yan's clothes, and tugged: "Ji Yan, can you..."
Ji Yan interrupted her: "No."
Pei Shuyu gave up resistance.
Just as she was holding the pen to write the draft, she remembered the comic book she had gotten from Qi Ying before.
She casually opened it and was greeted by a scene that made her heart beat faster.
It seems to be very applicable at this moment.
Pei Shuyu's throat rolled, she pursed her lips, and slowly approached the person who was leaning on his elbow, supporting half of his cheek, and reading the questions seriously.
My heart is pounding.
Pei Shuyu felt the itch of hair scratching his face, and the girl's face gradually filled his pupils.
She leaned forward and touched Ji Yan's cheek lightly.
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