Yu Wen was running away from the temple. The teacher suddenly appeared behind her, her index finger poked her elbow, and her thumb tilted, and she failed to pass the level.
Game ver！
She put away her cell phone and turned her head and smiled at the teacher.
Demon Feng is worthy of being named an art teacher who is menopause every day. His face wearing glasses is not warm at all, and his smile is so cold that he can't hold on.
I'm going to receive your homework by tomorrow morning.After Feng Chunli finished speaking, her eyes under the lens narrowed and swept the drawing board in front of her after the warmth of her eyes. The sound seemed to be humming from her nose. Your picture is so bad that it is so bad that it is not visible.
Not very aggressive and extremely insulting.
Yu Wen smiled slightly, and when Demon Feng turned his back, she rolled her eyes very much.
My friend Kong Xianyi next door came over to see the painting in front of Youwen, and couldn't help but frown and whispered to her, "Student Xiaoyu, you're such a handsome guy, what are you painting?"
The lines on the arms, shoulders and backs are all large shadows, and the outline is drawn with an oval head, not even a face shape.
Yu Wen bit the pen with his teeth, pressed his toes under the chair, tiptoed one after another, and his eyes staggered away from the student's painting stand in front of him, and landed in the center of the studio.
There was a mahogany chair there, and there was a naked model sitting on the chair.
He is a boy.
In the Academy of Fine Arts, the most common one is nude models.
Old men, children, middle-aged uncles, women... and young girls.
It is rare for boys about the same age as them, but there are also many. It is said that many boys who are short of money will do this part-time job. After all, they do nothing. If they sit on a chair, they can earn 28 in one afternoon.
However, the prerequisite for sitting there is:
Take off naked.
The boy in front of him sat on the chair with his legs crossed his legs, his legs covered with thick sweat hair, his skin was honey-colored, his shoulders were wide, his waist was narrow, his arms were wrapped around his chest, his eyes drooped, he looked at one side of the ground, only half of his side face was exposed.
The lines on the half side face were neat. Apart from the distance, Yu Wen could not see those eyes, and only vaguely saw the other person's straight nose bridge and the thin lips.
What Kong Xianyi said is fifty percent credible.
The other party is indeed good-looking.
But even if she looks like her male god Takeshi Kaneshiro, she is not interested at all.
Yu Wen doesn’t like painting characters, and she doesn’t like art. In order to cultivate her identity as a female painter, her mother sent her to various art training classes since she was a child.
Finally, fifteen years later, the residual heat is still half-baked.
She reluctantly could not be considered a painter, and she was only one word away from the painter.
Her mother had given up and just waited for her to graduate and then thought of a way to see if there was anything else that could be remedied.
So Yu Wen went to the Academy of Fine Arts and was busy all day long.
Unfortunately, it was so ruthless that Feng Chunli, a representative of menopause in the U.S. Academy, became her teacher for her rigorous and harsh menopause.
When I think about the homework I will hand in tomorrow, I feel a headache.
In fact, she can't leave her hand, but at least she's so grown-up, and she lets the teacher report everything to her parents, which seems a bit embarrassing. She can only bite the bullet and take off the sketch paper from the easel, throw it into the trash can at her feet, and then pick up a new sketch paper and put it on.
The moment she stopped her movements, Feng Chunli walked to the center of the studio and clapped her hands. The time was up and the get out of class was over.
Yu Wen looked up and looked at it.
The boy on the chair had already stood up and was naked openly.
On the side, Kong Xianyi shyly covered her eyes with her hands and stared at the thing between the other person's legs through the gaps of her fingers.
Yu Wen's eyes fell, and the other party was bent down to pick up clothes on the ground.
The sunlight outside the window was refracted through the glass, and penetrated into the residual warmth from the gap in the boy's arms.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
Only the object hanging in the air was seen.
Heavy.
Very weighty.
Game ver！
She put away her cell phone and turned her head and smiled at the teacher.
Demon Feng is worthy of being named an art teacher who is menopause every day. His face wearing glasses is not warm at all, and his smile is so cold that he can't hold on.
I'm going to receive your homework by tomorrow morning.After Feng Chunli finished speaking, her eyes under the lens narrowed and swept the drawing board in front of her after the warmth of her eyes. The sound seemed to be humming from her nose. Your picture is so bad that it is so bad that it is not visible.
Not very aggressive and extremely insulting.
Yu Wen smiled slightly, and when Demon Feng turned his back, she rolled her eyes very much.
My friend Kong Xianyi next door came over to see the painting in front of Youwen, and couldn't help but frown and whispered to her, "Student Xiaoyu, you're such a handsome guy, what are you painting?"
The lines on the arms, shoulders and backs are all large shadows, and the outline is drawn with an oval head, not even a face shape.
Yu Wen bit the pen with his teeth, pressed his toes under the chair, tiptoed one after another, and his eyes staggered away from the student's painting stand in front of him, and landed in the center of the studio.
There was a mahogany chair there, and there was a naked model sitting on the chair.
He is a boy.
In the Academy of Fine Arts, the most common one is nude models.
Old men, children, middle-aged uncles, women... and young girls.
It is rare for boys about the same age as them, but there are also many. It is said that many boys who are short of money will do this part-time job. After all, they do nothing. If they sit on a chair, they can earn 28 in one afternoon.
However, the prerequisite for sitting there is:
Take off naked.
The boy in front of him sat on the chair with his legs crossed his legs, his legs covered with thick sweat hair, his skin was honey-colored, his shoulders were wide, his waist was narrow, his arms were wrapped around his chest, his eyes drooped, he looked at one side of the ground, only half of his side face was exposed.
The lines on the half side face were neat. Apart from the distance, Yu Wen could not see those eyes, and only vaguely saw the other person's straight nose bridge and the thin lips.
What Kong Xianyi said is fifty percent credible.
The other party is indeed good-looking.
But even if she looks like her male god Takeshi Kaneshiro, she is not interested at all.
Yu Wen doesn’t like painting characters, and she doesn’t like art. In order to cultivate her identity as a female painter, her mother sent her to various art training classes since she was a child.
Finally, fifteen years later, the residual heat is still half-baked.
She reluctantly could not be considered a painter, and she was only one word away from the painter.
Her mother had given up and just waited for her to graduate and then thought of a way to see if there was anything else that could be remedied.
So Yu Wen went to the Academy of Fine Arts and was busy all day long.
Unfortunately, it was so ruthless that Feng Chunli, a representative of menopause in the U.S. Academy, became her teacher for her rigorous and harsh menopause.
When I think about the homework I will hand in tomorrow, I feel a headache.
In fact, she can't leave her hand, but at least she's so grown-up, and she lets the teacher report everything to her parents, which seems a bit embarrassing. She can only bite the bullet and take off the sketch paper from the easel, throw it into the trash can at her feet, and then pick up a new sketch paper and put it on.
The moment she stopped her movements, Feng Chunli walked to the center of the studio and clapped her hands. The time was up and the get out of class was over.
Yu Wen looked up and looked at it.
The boy on the chair had already stood up and was naked openly.
On the side, Kong Xianyi shyly covered her eyes with her hands and stared at the thing between the other person's legs through the gaps of her fingers.
Yu Wen's eyes fell, and the other party was bent down to pick up clothes on the ground.
The sunlight outside the window was refracted through the glass, and penetrated into the residual warmth from the gap in the boy's arms.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
Only the object hanging in the air was seen.
Heavy.
Very weighty.
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