Just when Yu Jianghai lamented that his fate was unfair to him, Lu Weiren had already arrived at the painting academy.
What surprised her slightly was that although it was just 9 o'clock, there were already many people in the painting academy. These people were old and young, and many of them were carrying drawing boards. They looked very professional, as if they had been studying painting for a long time.
Lu Wei walked to the corridor of Dr. Fang Ke's office with familiar steps. The corridor was quiet and there was no sound at all. Maybe the teachers had all gone to class.
Standing in front of Fang Ke's office door, she lightly knocked on the door twice, and a familiar voice came from inside: "Please come in."
Seeing Lu Wei, Fang Ke's face suddenly showed a happy smile. He stood up hurriedly, stepped from behind the table to the front of the table, and held Lu Wei's hands: "Welcome, Ms. Lu Wei."
Lu Wei sat down on the chair nervously and reservedly, looking at the table with fear and saying nothing. She was both surprised and confused now, not knowing why she agreed to Fang Ke's invitation.
"Ms. Lu Wei, have you read the model work manual I gave you last time?"
"Well, look... I've seen it." Lu Wei's voice was very low, as if he had done something shameful.
"Then do you have any questions about the work content?" Fang Ke seemed very patient.
"I..." Lu Wei hesitated.
Fang Ke didn't know why, and waited expectantly for her next words, but Lu Wei fell into silence after saying one word, and didn't say another word.
The atmosphere in the room became awkward, and Fang Ke felt confused. He asked tentatively: "If there is no problem, let's go to the classroom?"
Lu Wei stood up mechanically, followed Fang Ke numbly, and walked out.
After walking through the corridors and halls, the two finally walked outside a classroom. Fang Ke stretched out his hand to open the door and walked in casually. Lu Wei hid behind him like a cub following a hen.
The classroom is about forty square meters, and the large square wooden windows provide good light in the classroom. A dozen male and female students of different ages sit quietly on the seats, which are spread out in a fan shape centered in the middle of the classroom. Some are reading books, some are reading newspapers, some are preparing painting tools, and some have already begun to copy some small still lifes.
Seeing Fang Ke and Lu Wei, everyone put down what they were doing and looked at the two people intently.
"Ms. Lu Wei is a new model who has joined our art academy. She will work with everyone in the future. Please welcome her with applause." Fang Ke enthusiastically moved Lu Wei to the middle of the classroom and said, "Let me tell you a few words."
Lu Wei held the corners of his clothes with both hands and looked around at the people in the seats nervously: "I..."
The classroom was extremely quiet, everyone was waiting for what she would say next.
Seeing that Lu Wei was silent again, Fang Ke patted her shoulder expertly and said loudly: "Today's class is still life sketching. The main practice points are light, composition and character proportions. Have you remembered it?"
Everyone nodded in agreement and got ready.
Hearing what Fang Ke said, Lu Wei let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that he didn't have to worry about being out of clothes today.
In Fang Ke's office just now, she wanted to ask him whether the content of today's class required being concave like an ancient Roman statue in public, but she couldn't ask the question.
In the corridor, she wanted to run away several times and let the contract and the spirit of the contract go to hell.
But she was just thinking about it. Her legs seemed as heavy as lead, and she couldn't even take a step even if she tried to run.
When she actually walked into the classroom, she seemed to be cast in a spell and stayed motionless in the middle of the classroom.
"Ms. Lu Wei, you can go to the bathroom to adjust your posture now," Fang Ke said in a gentle tone, "I want to remind you that once you have set your posture, you cannot change it during class unless you have a special emergency. However, if something goes wrong during class, for example, someone treats you unkindly, then you can interrupt your work immediately and come to me immediately. Do you understand?" Fang Ke's warm big hand gently shook Lu Wei's cold hand. Lu Wei felt warm in his heart.
"I will do my best (modeling) seriously, don't worry." Since listening to Fang Ke finish talking about the content of today's class, Lu Wei's heart was not beating as hard as when he first entered the classroom.
"Very good." Fang Ke blinked and smiled, "Your first class ends at 11:30 noon. I will come to find you then. I wish you a good day."
Fang Ruier's cell phone remained unanswered, and Yu Jianghai became increasingly anxious.
He sat on the chair angrily and read the breaking news post carefully several times, becoming more and more angry as he read it.
Suddenly, the phone was connected, and a young woman's voice came from the receiver: "Is it Yu Jianghai?"
It was Fang Ruir's voice.
Yu Jianghai's anger surged up, and he asked loudly and sternly: "Did you send the post?"
Fang Ruier was stunned for a moment, then asked: "What post?"
"You dare to do it but don't admit it?" Yu Jianghai said coldly.
"Humph, what a joke, what am I afraid of?" Fang Ruier sneered, indirectly admitting Yu Jianghai's accusation.
"What do you mean by doing this?" Hearing the other party's acquiescence, Yu Jianghai was so angry that he wanted to reach out from the phone and slap the other party hard in the mouth.
"I don't understand what this has to do with you?" As soon as Fang Ruier finished speaking, he suddenly realized, "Is it you?"
Yu Jianghai was not in the mood to reason with her in a pleasant manner, and simply demanded: "Delete that post immediately."
"Deleted? Why?" Fang Ruier laughed, "It's just like what others said, you are the one who finds the trouble."
"This is different from what you think. Besides, you have already been beaten once, there is no need to get beaten again." The latter sentence was already a relatively straightforward threat.
"Hit me? You?" Fang Ruier didn't seem to be nervous about this threat at all. She asked in a joking tone, "Do you think I will get another beating in vain?"
Yu Jianghai knew very well that based on his understanding of Fang Riel, the other party should have a back-up plan.
"Then what do you want?"
Seeing that the other party finally asked what he wanted to hear, Fang Ruier felt excited and pretended to be calm: "I already said that day, give me the money and pretend this never happened."
"How many?"
"One price, 4,000 marks."
Yu Jianghai took a breath and repeated it again in disbelief: "How much did you say?"
"Originally, you could have given me 3,000 marks, but my beating cannot be in vain." Fang Ruier said quietly, "And you don't need to be nervous, Lao Yu. First, you don't have to pay for this. Second, I know who the gunman is now. Quotes. So you just need to send me a message, and you don’t need to worry about other things."
"Do you know what you are doing now? You are extorting." Yu Jianghai said in a stern voice, "This much money is enough to sentence you to jail. Think clearly!"
Hearing Yu Jianghai and Zhi Lu, Fang Ruier on the phone suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that he was out of breath.
Yu Jianghai didn't know what he said wrongly. Just when he was about to scold her a few more words, Fang Ruier hung up the phone with a bang.
Her meaning was very clear: I have nothing to talk about with you, Yu Jianghai.
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