The next day, Meng Tang walked out of the dormitory door at half past seven.
After going to the cafeteria to eat, she bought Wei Chuan's breakfast.
Two boiled eggs, a bottle of milk, and a pancake.
When he arrived at the door of the men's dormitory, Wei Chuan happened to run out.
Meng Tang handed over the breakfast, trying to block himself with his tall body.
Because there are many people in Zaoba, and Wei Chuan is a famous 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: "I have time, I'll have breakfast first."
"Okay."
Wei Chuan was in a storm. He had finished breakfast before arriving at the sculpture building. After drinking the last sip of milk, he asked Meng Tang childishly:
"Do you think I can throw the milk carton into the trash can?"
Meng Tang: "...Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, the milk carton flew out and hit the target.
Wei Chuan laughed proudly: "It has to be me."
Mengtang also curled his lips. His mood improved after being in contact with such an energetic and childish person for a moment.
Wei Chuan was stunned when he entered the open door: "Is there a construction site for me?"
He saw that 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, and many of them are picked up outside."
Wei Chuan: "...No wonder others told me that there are people in the Academy of Fine Arts who like to pick up garbage."
Meng Tang: "..."
This is true. Even after many years of graduation, some people still retain the tradition of picking up garbage when they see it.
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.
The site is more of a construction site than a construction site.
The moisture of the soil carries with it flying wood dust and metal rust.
As far as the eye can see, there is only the word "chaos" to describe it, and there is no place to stay.
“Damn it, it’s Wei Chuan.”
The classmates were basically here. Hearing this, Wei Chuan looked over and greeted them generously. He walked over and asked what they were doing.
"Welding." A boy said, "Making the skeleton."
"Mengtang, the model the professor asked you to find is Wei Chuan?" A girl came over.
Meng Tang nodded.
"I knew I would have dressed more nicely today." The girl wailed, "Look at me covered in dust."
Meng Tang smiled, no matter how beautiful she was, she could not withstand the mud and ash in her hands.
The professor came in from the door, saw Wei Chuan, and joked with Meng Tang: "We really invited people here."
Wei Chuan looked back and said nonchalantly: "I'm not looking at your face."
Professor Xu: "Then you are interested in me as a student?"
Meng Tang's heart skipped a beat, why are you attracted to me?
“I invited him twice.” Meng Tang interrupted them hastily, “He thought it was annoying, so he agreed.” Do you find it annoying? ”
Meng Tang lacked confidence: “...I’m not that bored either.”
How could she say that she was the one who “threatened” Wei Chuan? It was clear that he had given the box to her.
The professor clapped his hands and asked Wei Chuan to go to the model area and start class.
Wei Chuan was a shy person, so he turned around and asked the professor, "Don't I need to take off my clothes?"
The classroom was filled with laughter, but Wei Chuan's expression did not change.
Professor Xu laughed when he heard this: "Who told you to take off your clothes?"
Meng Tang had a bad intuition, and sure enough, Wei Chuan pointed at her: "She said, asking me if I can accept being naked."
"Hahaha..." Other students pounded the table and laughed.
Professor Xu winked at Meng Tang: "Are you doing it for yourself or for the other girls in our class?"
Meng Tang's face turned red: "I, I..."
Wei Chuan obviously understood that there was no need for him to take off his clothes, and his eyes changed when he turned to look at Meng Tang.
Meng Tang: "..."
She really didn't mean to covet his body.
“Okay, let’s go to class...” Professor Xu asked Wei Chuan to perform a set of actions, starting from taking off and shooting. His movements were all standard and powerful.
Mengtang's position is facing Weichuan, and the morning light cuts obliquely from the high window, enveloping the two people into a square inch of light.
In the take-off action of Wei Chuan, the professor talked about the linkage relationship between muscle groups.
In the process of creating clay sculptures, students naturally need to show changes in muscle lines.
Such courses are all built up over time, from skeleton construction to large-scale modeling. Meng Tang is the only one who is praised.
But this is also related to her wood carving since primary school.
At about ten o'clock, Wei Chuan's "model career" ended.
However, he did not leave. Instead, he asked the professor if he could stay and take a look, and 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'll have a chat with you when I have time."
"Okay," Meng Tang nodded, "Do you want to see the wood?"
Weichuan shook his head: "If you don't want to see it, I don't understand either. You calculate the money today and I'll pay you a deposit."
"This matter is not urgent, I'll talk to you later."
"Let's have lunch together." Wei Chuan said, "You make it clear to me, otherwise I will think about this during training."
Mengtang had no choice but to agree. This person wanted to represent the school in CUBAL, and it would definitely be bad to affect the training.
After school at noon, Meng Tang did not leave the classroom. Instead, he took a piece of paper and quickly drew a sketch and pushed it over.
On the clean white paper, a few strokes sketched out the shape of the little prince and the rose.
Wei Chuan blurted out: "Awesome".
"I have a piece of small-leaf boxwood of suitable size. It is a medium-to-high-grade aging material. The material is small and the cost is not high."
"The sketch is not a design draft. I marked the dimensions. "I just want to show you the size."
"I will draw the three drawings and send them to you on WeChat."
Meng Tang unconsciously talked more when talking about what he is good at.
“If you are still worried, I can make a clay sculpture for you first.”
Hitchhich Traditional handicrafts start with a clay sculpture, then make changes, and then make changes again until you are satisfied.
But what Wei Chuan asked her to make was not difficult, and she didn't have enough practice. In order to save time, Meng Tang wanted to omit this step.
"If you doubt someone, don't use it; if you employ someone, don't doubt it." Wei Chuan said.
Meng Tang: "..."
Is this how this sentence is used?
Wei Chuan: "Let's go eat first and chat while eating."
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... I didn't explain it to you last night. I was captured by the Academy of Fine Arts as a young man... Just come..."
Meng Tang was stunned, and after he hung up the phone, he asked: "You Roommates are coming?"
"Yes."
"All coming?"
"Yeah, what's the matter? You can't see anyone?"
Meng Tang stood up quickly: "I, I'd better leave first."
Wei Chuan caught up with her and grabbed her: "We haven't finished eating yet, why are we leaving? Besides, you haven't told me the details yet. "I really have something to do, can we talk about it next time?" Meng Tang shook him off and was about to leave, when a boy walked by with a dinner plate and a bowl of boiling soup in his hand.
"Be careful," Wei Chuan's face darkened, he grabbed her shoulders, half-twisted her into his arms, and blocked her with his back.
Fortunately, the boy was able to hold it steady and did not spill the hot soup.
Meng Tang saw that Wei Chuan's face was not good, and was about to explain, but a gentle voice intervened: "You are still a young man, why should you go on a date?"
Meng Tang pushed Wei Chuan away, looked at Xu Heqing's expression, but hurriedly explained:
"No, there's really no date, he and I were just talking about wood carving."
Wei Chuan raised his eyebrows and suddenly discovered something.
Meng Tang... like Xu Heqing?