"If you agree, I can arrange your class tomorrow." Fang Ke said excitedly. Since he became the dean, there has never been an Asian model in the art academy.
"I..." Lu Wei was in a state of confusion, "I can't do this." After hesitating for two seconds, she whispered.
Fang Ke's face seemed frozen, and he looked at Lu Wei with an embarrassed expression: "Why?"
Lu Wei didn't know how to explain it, so she could only tell the truth: "In our culture, being a model like this is...indecent." She originally wanted to use another word, but she was afraid that the other party would misunderstand her, and she used that word. The word to describe this painting didn't seem quite appropriate, so in the end I had to choose "indecent" to describe it.
"Indecent?" Fang Ke looked at Lu Wei in confusion, then at the oil painting, and asked, "What are you talking about? Oil painting or model?"
"Model." Lu Wei lowered his head.
"I don't understand," Fang Ke said with a puzzled expression in his eyes, "These paintings are all classic works of art in history, how can they be indecent?"
Lu Wei knew that it was difficult to explain the cultural differences clearly to Germans, so he could only vaguely say: "This... clothes... are too few."
"What's too little?" Fang Ke was even more confused.
"Well, there are too few clothes... Anyway, I can't be (this kind of model)." Lu Wei bowed her head and apologized. She is a very traditional girl at heart and can never accept this kind of clothing. Even if it is called art, she still can't accept it. She couldn't accept it. In fact, this was what she was most worried about before. She originally thought she could just be a motionless model, but she still didn't escape.
Seeing Lu Wei's firm words, Fang Ke didn't force her anymore. He just sat in his seat and sighed: "That's it."
Although Lu Wei felt apologetic, he refused without hesitation.
"Since it is really difficult for you to accept it, I won't force it. It's just that our main course this semester is to discuss and copy a series of masterpieces from the European Renaissance. Originally, I wanted to arrange for you to do more modeling work, but now look Come on, I’m afraid it won’t work.”
"I'm really sorry." Lu Wei kept circling the corner of his clothes with his fingers as if he had done something wrong. "It's better for me to do what I am doing now."
"But there is a limit on the number of our external employees." Fang Ke rubbed his hands in embarrassment and then crossed them together. "You have occupied a quota, but you cannot fulfill the requirements of the model. You... let We are in a difficult position."
"Then... do you need other traditional models? No need to do..." Lu Wei pointed to the oil painting, "These..."
Fang Ke shook his head with a wry smile.
There was silence in the room.
Lu Wei didn't expect that something would happen again just after the work started to improve. She was not mentally prepared at all. She was in a daze for a while, and then she asked pitifully: "Do you need a cleaner here? Or a translator? Or a kitchen worker? I have a health certificate and can do work related to food processing, or any other part-time job, not just modeling. I can do it all."
"We are a painting academy, Ms. Lu." Fang Ke looked at her intently, with a helpless expression on his face.
The light in Lu Wei's eyes dimmed little by little, and she knew that everything was back to where it started.
"Ms. Lu," Fang Ke extended his hand in a friendly manner and said politely, "If we need more models in the future, I will consider you first."
Lu Wei encountered too many obstacles when looking for a job. She knew that the other party's rhetoric was basically saying: We will never have any cooperation in the future.
She suddenly sat on the chair and laughed. This move startled Fang Ke across the table, thinking that Lu Wei had suddenly gone crazy. He asked cautiously: "Ms. Lu, are you okay?"
"Goodbye, Dr. Fang Ke." Lu Wei suddenly stood up and turned around.
Just two steps out of the office door, Lu Wei suddenly couldn't help but feel a sore nose, lowered his head and started sobbing. She didn't expect that she would go in with high hopes and end up losing her job when she came out.
She walked toward the corridor entrance while crying. Just as she lowered her head and stepped out of the corridor, before her feet touched the wooden stairs going downstairs, a familiar Chinese voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Isn't this Miss Lu?"
Lu Wei was startled when he heard this, turned his head sharply, and suddenly saw a familiar face on the bench against the wall.
A face she least liked to see.
Fang Ruier.
Fang Ruier, wearing a full set of dark blue slim-fitting suit, stood up and walked towards Lu Wei.
Lu Wei subconsciously took a step back, turned his head quickly at the same time, and quickly wiped his face with the back of his hand to wipe away the tears. She didn't want Fang Ruier to see her in such a miserable state.
But Fang Ruier's sharp eyes had already caught sight of Lu Wei's red eyes. She deliberately let out a long sigh and asked, "Crying?"
Lu Wei turned his head and asked in as calm a tone as possible: "Is something wrong?"
Fang Ruier raised the art academy materials in his hand: "Nothing, come and apply for a model."
Lu Wei looked at her doubtfully: "Do you want to be a model?"
"Being a model is easy and clean, why not?" A sarcastic sneer appeared on Fang Ruier's lips, "Or what you actually want to say is, I can't do what you can do?"
Lu Wei was in a bad mood and had no interest in arguing with the other party. He said coldly: "Then I wish you good luck!" After saying that, he walked down the stairs.
"Thank you." Fang Ruier shouted meaningfully behind her, "I originally thought that we could all be colleagues, but it seems that we can't do that now."
Lu Wei's heart skipped a beat, he stopped, put his hand on the handrail of the stairs, turned around and asked, "What did you say?"
Fang Ruier put his hands in his suit trouser pockets, with a proud smile on his face, and deliberately turned around and walked towards the darkness of the corridor.
Lu Wei didn't know what she wanted to do, so he slowly walked up the stairs again, following behind her.
The two walked to a secluded corner one after another.
"How did you know I was working as a model here?" Lu Wei asked straight to the point.
"Is it difficult to guess?" Fang Ruier smiled secretly, changed the subject and said, "I have something to discuss with you."
Lu Wei didn't believe her. It would be damning if he could guess such a thing. But she was curious at the same time and asked in a cold tone: "What do you want to discuss?"
"First thing, I want to apologize to you. I shouldn't have destroyed the clothes in your washing machine, and of course I shouldn't have threatened you." Fang Ruier's tone sounded very sincere, "I was in a state of confusion before. I've made a lot of confusion, I hope you don't mind." As she said that, she reached out her hand and stared at Lu Wei intently, showing a half-smiling expression.
Although Lu Wei didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd, she had always adhered to the ancient motto of reaching out and not hitting the smiling person. Coupled with the guilt that Fang Ruier had fallen into the water, she reached out and gently shook Fang Ruier's hand, and squeezed it at the same time. He gave a fake smile but said nothing.
"The second thing, I want to ask you to intercede for me." Fang Ruier said in one breath.
"intercede?"
"I also want to be a shooter."
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