At 11:30 and 12 seconds, Lu Wei's first modeling class ended successfully.
Lu Wei worked very hard on her appearance. Until Fang Ke walked into the classroom again, she had been standing motionless on the small stage in the middle of the classroom for nearly two hours, holding a brown pottery vase.
Since it was her first time to be a model, she didn’t want anyone to question her unprofessionalism, so after communicating clearly with the instructor about the requirements, she tried her best to remain in one pose. Even during these two hours, she became extremely careful even if she blinked.
Fang Ke walked into the classroom, and the teacher turned around when she heard the sound. After seeing Fang Ke's questioning eyes, she nodded gently, seemingly satisfied with Lu Wei's performance.
Fang Ke blinked happily, and the female teacher understood, turned around and clapped her hands a few times: "Students, we will stop here today and continue tomorrow."
Seeing Lu Wei's questioning look, Fang Ke smiled and said to her, "Ms. Lu, you can put down that pottery vase."
Lu Wei was relieved and walked lightly from the small stage to the floor with the pottery vase in his arms. While putting the pottery vase away, he raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. At the same time, he asked nervously: "Can I perform well?"
"It's perfect," Fang Ke gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely, "your posture just now was like those ancient Roman goddess statues."
Lu Wei didn't expect the other party to be so complimentary, so he lowered his head shyly and said softly: "Thank you."
Students leaving the classroom passed by the two of them from time to time. Everyone smiled and said "goodbye" to Lu Wei kindly, and a feeling of being respected and valued filled her heart.
Fang Ke keenly grasped her psychological changes and said softly: "How do you feel? Are you still used to it?"
"I think it's pretty good." Lu Wei pushed his hair behind his ears and said half-jokingly, "It's just that my feet hurt a little."
Although he said this, Lu Wei knew very well that this job was already much easier than that kind of assembly line factory. The hard work here is just standing with a heavy load and not being able to move (of course you can still move if you encounter three emergencies), but the hard work in many factories is not only carrying heavy loads, but also having to face the harm to the skin and body and mind caused by the unpleasant industrial smell, or having to Constantly listening to the harsh machine noise, not to mention the endocrine disorders caused by staying up late to work, as well as many invisible effects on sleep and studies.
"This will inevitably happen the first time. You have done well." Fang Ke continued to praise, "You can go to the lounge we prepared for models to take a rest."
"Oh, thank you. I can just go back and rest." Lu Wei politely declined, "No need to bother."
"Are you going back?" Fang Ke suddenly asked confusedly, which confused Lu Weiwen.
"Is there anything else?" Lu Wei asked doubtfully.
"If you think your physical strength is acceptable, we actually have another session in the afternoon." Seeing Lu Wei's troubled expression, Fang Ke explained, "The afternoon sketching is for sitting down, so there is no need to stand holding something. "
Lu Wei asked curiously: "Aside from sitting, are the other requirements the same as those in the morning?"
"Well..." Fang Ke pursed his lips, seeming to be considering his words.
Seeing that he didn't answer his question, Lu Wei was about to ask again when Fang Ke suddenly waved his hand: "You can come and see with me and you will know."
The two studios were not far apart. After a while, Lu Wei was standing in the middle of the second studio.
Lu Wei's heart skipped a beat when he saw the items displayed in the studio.
In the middle of the studio is a set of furniture that would only be placed in a bathroom.
To be precise, there was a large bathtub in the middle of the room. There is also a small cabinet next to the bathtub.
"You mean... you mean sitting here?" Lu Wei sighed in her heart. She wanted to turn around and leave, but another sentence came out of her mouth inexplicably.
Fang Ke still didn't answer her question, but walked straight to a corner of the studio.
Lu Wei immediately noticed a large off-white canvas covering something in the corner. Fang Ke pulled off the canvas, and Lu Wei saw a pile of vertical easels standing upright under the canvas. On the easels were unfinished oil painting manuscripts.
The faint outline of a figure on the manuscript seemed to depict someone in the bathtub, but she couldn't tell what the person was doing.
The degree of completion of each manuscript was different. Lu Wei opened his eyes wide and carefully searched for answers on the many manuscripts, trying to figure out what the other party wanted to draw.
She stared at it for a long time but had no clue, so she had no choice but to ask Fang Ke: "What is painted on it is..." She was embarrassed to say that word, so she had an idea and found a pronoun, "fkk?"
Hearing this word, Fang Ke quickly shook his head in denial: "No, no, it's not what you think at all."
Seeing the other party's anxious look, Lu Wei was surprised: Hasn't Western painting art always been very open? Have you misunderstood the other person? Or did the other party say this deliberately to deceive me?
"The model is in the bathtub, but I can guarantee that she is wearing clothes. Well, wearing a bathrobe."
Lu Wei hesitated for a few seconds and then said hesitantly: "Can I think about it for a while?"
"Of course, of course." Fang Ke pointed at the ceiling, "I'm in the office. You can come to me at any time after you think about it."
Seeing Fang Ke strolling out of the studio, Lu Wei's mood became tangled. On the one hand, because of the education she received since childhood, she didn’t want to be a model in the bathtub, but on the other hand, this job was really not tiring and could almost be regarded as bending down to pick up money. What's even more rare is that Fang Ke is very patient with her. She is worried that if she acts picky, she will be self-defeating and lose the job.
Just when she was in a dilemma, the cell phone in her bag buzzed. Lu Wei was used to setting his phone to vibrate when working, so he quickly took out his phone.
As soon as the call was connected, Yu Jianghai asked, "Why didn't you answer my call just now?"
"I just had a part-time job and couldn't pick it up." Lu Wei told the truth.
"Don't you always fight in the afternoon and evening?" Yu Jianghai knew that Lu Wei rarely told lies, so he softened his attitude and said straight to the point, "I need your help with something difficult."
Lu Wei's heart tightened: "Troublesome?"
Yu Jianghai hurriedly changed his words: "Actually, it's not a big deal. I want you to help me make an appointment with someone."
"Who are you dating?"
"Fanrel."
Lu Wei was stunned: "She? What happened to her?"
"It's about the exam." Yu Jianghai only said half of what he said.
Lu Wei was a little panicked. He looked around hurriedly and covered his mouth with his hands: "What happened?"
"Let's talk about other things. When will you get off work?"
"Well," Lu Wei quickly calculated, "it's almost 17 o'clock."
"Okay, see you at the cafe in the city center at 17:00." After Yu Jianghai finished speaking, he hurriedly hung up the phone.
After this phone call, Lu Wei, who was still hesitant at first, completely made up his mind. If something goes wrong in the exam, her money will most likely be lost, and she will still have to find another serious job.
Lu Wei sighed: This time, let alone the model in the bathtub, even the model on the knife mountain, I have to be a model.
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