Mrs. Sakai has an inkjet printer in her classroom.
When making a portfolio, it is impossible to bind the original drawings into a book and hand them directly to the interviewer.
There is no such thing, and the size is not suitable.
At most, two small sketches should be included.
Usually, content such as drawings, fashion designs, and environmentally friendly ideas are scanned, photographed, and processed into electronic artworks of moderate size. Just like your resume, it should be bound into a compact booklet for easy reading by the interviewer.
"Mona, your cover format is quite exquisite. Did you type and design it yourself?"
Someone is coming to the printer.
Someone saw the PDF document that his friend had not closed, and asked in admiration.
"To be honest, not really."
The girl was standing next to the printer's nozzle, binding her portfolio with staples.
She said casually: "During the holidays, my dad helped me find a graphic designer from a magazine and came up with a set of layout plans for my portfolio. I did some sorting on it myself, adding modifications and decorations. .”
The person who spoke was Mona, the pretty president of the student union.
She smiled frankly: "The purpose of the portfolio is to attract the interviewer's attention at the first glance. Since my painting skills and creativity are not outstanding enough, I can only work on the layout design."
"There is no need for you to imitate me." Mona mocked herself jokingly.
There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.
There wasn't much malice in the laughter, it was mostly in response to the female student council president's jokes.
There was also a boy with a slightly red face who encouraged: "Miss Sandenu, you are actually very good at painting."
Beautiful people and God help,
Pretty little beauties will always have greater advantages in all aspects of life than yellow-faced women.
After getting along for such a long time, except for Miss Marley, who has always been a little jealous of Mona, and Miao Angwen, who used to be very withdrawn, recently he is not only lonely but also cold and weird, exuding the temperament of keeping strangers away from everyone.
The remaining male classmates all get along well with Mona.
This is not surprising,
Mona herself is a smart, serious, and considerate girl.
In the student days, who would be so full that they could bear to look at such a little school belle and goddess all day long with a cold face?
After the slight estrangement at the beginning of the class was dissipated by Mona, everyone has long regarded Mona as a formal member of Mrs. Sakai's class.
"During my vacation, when I was sorting out the manuscripts based on the graphic designer's suggestions, I also sorted out an extra scrap. If you want it, you can copy it directly from my IPad. There is only one copy, first come first served. have to."
Mona is also really cool.
She straightened her ponytail neatly tied at the back of her head, looked around at the classmates and said, "As promised in advance, although I think I can read the design, it is just a scrap after all. If you are not satisfied with it, , don’t come to me to return it.”
"I want it, I want it... Damn it, I have no talent for typesetting. There are small pictures on top of big pictures in the portfolio, and it's like building a wall! If I had known that there was such a good thing, why would I have died in vain? What are you doing with typesetting?”
Immediately, some students raised their hands to sign up without any hesitation, wanting to receive this unexpected surprise.
Not flattery,
Mona's painting skills are not outstanding, but she is still very good at work such as typesetting.
The girl has been the president of the Girl's Student Union for so many years. Miss Sandnu has been in charge of the publicity boards and wall paintings in Dulwich School from the seventh grade until now, and has always done a good job.
"Why are you opening your mouth? Jerry hasn't spoken even if you don't look at me. There are two talented men and beautiful women who are passionate about adultery. They really don't know how to read the air. You guys should just find a template on the Internet and use it. .”
Someone next to me pulled the boy's arm angrily.
The crowd burst into laughter again.
This time the laughter was louder than before.
Even Katsuko Sakai, who was sitting quietly in the corner with a tablet in hand and studying the painting direction of the Biennale, was affected.
He is obviously a student just like them.
However, everyone unanimously classified Miss Sakai as a teacher and an unattainable flower on the mountaintop, and did not dare to disturb her too much.
Sakai Katsuko just raised her head slightly and looked at the small circle next to the printer for a moment.
When Mona saw the other person's eyes contact with her, the corners of her mouth seemed to purse slightly.
She couldn't tell whether the expression on Sakai Katsuko's face at that moment was a smile or mockery, or even just Mona's own illusion.
In the blink of an eye,
The emotional expression on Miss Sakai Katsuko's face disappeared again.
She continued to lower her head and looked at her big tablet silently, like a beautiful big doll quietly displayed in the window.
Mona felt slightly stabbed in her heart.
Another person who was also a little uncomfortable was Jerry.
After he shared an intimate photo of himself and Miss Mona in the student group half a month ago, everyone in the grade felt that he and Mona were now lovers.
Jerry knew,
Mona was a little unhappy with him privately posting such misleading photos among his classmates.
Miss Sandenou didn't have the nerve to clarify the relationship between them, but she had no intention of getting closer when they got along.
"Okay, I can get them all, and whoever wants them can take the USB flash drive and copy them. The professor is out now for something, but it is also class time. This opportunity is precious every minute. If you have any questions, you can ask Sakai-san for the time being. . If you want to make a fuss, please wait until after class."
As expected, Mona stopped everyone from making noises about her and Jerry and lowered her head to hide her facial expressions.
"However, let me remind you again, it is just a 'waste manuscript'. If you are not satisfied, don't blame me." Mona's tone slightly emphasized the word "waste manuscript".
She seemed to be talking to her classmates, but she also seemed to be just reminding herself that a scrapped manuscript was just a scrapped manuscript.
When designing the layout during the Spring Festival holiday, Mona spent a lot of time and carefully made two copies.
The layout design of my portfolio uses a warm-toned color scheme and cartoon-style decoration, while the design of another one uses a cool-toned layout and a forest-like pure tone style.
There is no such thing as a scrapped manuscript.
The only difference is that one is suitable for girls and the other is more suitable for boys.
It doesn't matter whether the layout design itself is a scrap or not. Mona has regarded it as something she has abandoned.
People always say,
All roads lead to Rome, and the road to success and high society may be long or short.
Some people, like Katsuko Sakai on the side, were born in the splendid palaces of Rome, looking down at the dust, smoke and mud of the world without a leaf touching them. Some people were born in Myanmar, ten years away from Rome. A place thousands of miles away.
A long journey takes a lifetime to catch up. If you choose the right path, it will be completed in ten years. However, if you choose the wrong path, it will last longer than your whole life. You can only die in a foreign country while looking at the mirage-like beauty in the distance.
So don't blame Miss Sandnu for being realistic.
The journey is too long and life is too short.
When Mrs. Sakai accidentally passed by her on an Arabian flying carpet, Mona, who was originally planning to ride on the donkey cart pulled by Gu Weijing, made up her mind to jump on the flying carpet no matter what. Go up.
Even if your fingers are bleeding after being strangled with all your strength, you still have to hold the edges of the flying carpet in your palms.
The little donkey may be very well-behaved, silly and cute.
Even Miss Sandenou personally fed her from childhood to adulthood with a handful of grass and radish.
But so what?
As long as you are carried flying for one day, even a little donkey can't reach the distance even if it runs for ten years.
Since this little donkey has been lazily sniffing the wild flowers on the roadside and stopped moving forward during the critical period recently.
Mona abandons each other and others without any scruples.
It's just a little heartache.
"I actually made the mistake of blaming Gu Weijing during the holiday." This thought came to Mona's mind.
From the words of the employee who returned home that day in Mumbai, Miss Sandnu knew that Gu Weijing had really exchanged money to do good deeds at the orphanage during the holidays.
Oh, idiot.
Even if you apply for social activity qualifications in foreign universities, there are better and more effective ways than taking real money to an orphanage to spread money.
For example, Jerry did this very smartly.
Gu Weijing didn't have the conditions to make a micro-movie, so he could use the same money to find an overseas study agency to provide services such as "background enhancement" and get a few glamorous social activity qualifications.
If you really do good deeds stupidly, the efficiency is too low.
But since the story about going to the orphanage is true, the story about Gu Weijing painting in an outside studio and the fact that a professor from CAFA admired him should also be true.
"Huh, I don't even know how hard I should work. Paint a big painting? Doesn't he still know what kind of art exhibition he wants to participate in?"
Mona got angry thinking about this section.
Except for those few masters, the teachers at CAFA are not as good as Mrs. Sakai’s connections and status.
Under the guidance of Mrs. Sakai and two teaching assistants, Mona felt that her portfolio was undergoing almost radical changes.
Even if there is no recommendation letter,
Her current portfolio and her portfolio before joining the gifted improvement class were completely different from the schools she could apply to.
Gu Weijing painted outside, how could he achieve such good results?
So what if she misunderstood her little donkey.
Gu Weijing didn't jump on Mrs. Sakai's flying carpet, but now we are no longer on the same path.
The opportunity only lasts for a moment, and if you don't seize it, you will miss it for a lifetime.
Mona shook her head.
Not long after she expelled her thoughts from Gu Weijing, she suddenly heard a crisp sound outside the classroom.
"Gu Weijing!"
Miss Sandnu vaguely heard the name coming from the corridor, as if it was uttered by the assistant teacher Komatsu.
A few seconds later, she saw Taro Komatsu walking in from the outside with an unclear expression, stopping at the door and staring at Miss Sakai's position.
Sakai Katsuko didn't know whether she didn't see it or wasn't willing to pay attention, so she didn't even raise her head.
Assistant Professor Komatsu did not come over, but turned around, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and poured water into his mouth.
It’s Gu Weijing again.
Mona didn't know if she heard it wrong, but this name was like a ghost.
Whenever she made up her mind to drive the other person out of her mind, things related to this name would come up again.
Miss Sandnu hesitated, then walked to the podium, took away her iPad, and pulled up a photo.
The winter vacation homework given by the art students was all pinned up on the publicity board in the corridor of the Dulwich campus after the semester started, and placed together with the plaster statues made by several sculpture students.
It can be regarded as part of the publicity and cultural construction in the school.
There are also students in the school who don’t put much thought into their homework, and they only care enough to expose their drawings to the broad daylight for everyone to see.
When many paintings were put up on the wall, Mona personally asked the stewards in the student union to do it.
When pasting Gu Weijing's painting, she accidentally took a photo of it.
"Oh, I owe it to you."
Sandnu always had an idea in his mind, wondering if he could ask Mrs. Sakai if she could see any shortcomings of the creator from this work.
She wanted to know what the shortcomings of Gu Weijing's paintings were in the eyes of a high-level artist like Professor Cruz, and why he was not qualified to be selected into the advanced class.
Mrs. Sakai looks down on Gu Weijing, and the interviewer at the school recruitment meeting may have the same reason to dislike Gu Weijing.
It’s not scary to make mistakes,
The scary thing is that I was eliminated out of nowhere, and I was so stupid that I didn’t know the reason.
Miss Sandnu felt that she had figured it out for Gu Weijing, and if she sent a text message to convey it to the other party, it would be true that they had grown up together as childhood sweethearts.
She doesn't owe him anything either.
Mona had always been a little undecided as to whether it was appropriate to disturb Mrs. Sakai's precious time for such a poor work by a student who was not impressed by Professor Cruz.
Will it make the other party feel bad?
never mind,
Today, she seemed to have heard topics related to Gu Weijing come up in the conversation between the other party and Assistant Professor Xiaosong.
Regardless of whether you heard it wrong or not, just think of it as some kind of inspiration.
Mona wasn't going to bother Mrs. Sakai directly. She could ask the two assistant teachers for their opinions first.
The level of Assistant Teacher Komatsu and Miss Sakai is far beyond what they, the country students of Dulwich College, can match.
It should be easy to just give Gu Weijing some pointers.
"Hmph, if it weren't for me, Gu Weijing, look at who here would care so much about you." Miss Sandnu bit her lip.
She hesitated whether she should go to Sakai Katsuko or Komatsu as assistant coach.
Katsuko Sakai and Mona are both students at Dewey University, so they should be closer to each other.
But I don't know if it was because of her failed attempt to make friends or the meaningful look that Sakai Katsuko gave her just now.
A woman's intuition tells her,
Miss Katsuko is not as innocent and approachable as she appears.
She paced in place for a moment, but gave up the idea of talking to Sakai Katsuko, and turned to talk to Komatsutaro, who looked gloomy.
The other party was originally the discipline assistant who was responsible for instructing him.
"Assistant teacher Xiaosong, I'm very sorry. I may have to interrupt you. There is a painting here by my classmate Gu Weijing. I want to ask you what his problem is..."
Komatsu Taro is furious.
If the oil painting on the wall of Shengzi's photo is the work of Gu Weijing——
It’s not just about the quality of the painting.
The fiancée in his mind gave him a slap in the face, rejected his invitation, and immediately ran off to hook up with a wild boy in the middle of the night.
He also posted "MY LOVE" on INS, an explosive tweet with a naked expression of love.
Wu Dalang is not so damn unjust!
Komatsu Taro was completely in no mood to give advice on any works.
He originally wanted to wave his hand and roll over Mona, but when he heard her mid-sentence, the hand he originally waved stopped again.
A painting by Gu Weijing?
He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and subconsciously looked at the computer screen.
A portrait of an antique Mercedes-Benz S220.
Judging from student standards, it is barely satisfactory.
The scaling and proportional relationship of the oil painting image have some merits, but the color control is not sharp enough, and the lines at the edges of the strokes have jagged and uneven color overflow.
This is the result of not having enough confidence in the oil brush and not being decisive enough when writing.
The outlines are OK, but the overall composition of the picture is not full enough.
These problems ultimately lead to a lack of expressiveness in the picture, which lacks both the unique emotion of oil painting and the delicate and delicate feeling of photography.
The painting method is even less worthy of being posted.
"The paintings are so realistic, why doesn't he become a photographer?" Komatsu Taro thought mockingly.
There are two villains fighting with each other in Komatsu-san's mind.
The more rational one told him that the photos Sakai Katsuko updated on INS were Gu Weijing’s paintings.
Even if not, from an objective point of view, it is already very good to be able to draw the shapes and lines like this when I was a student.
His own works in high school may not be much better than this painting.
The more emotional villain is shouting that the works on the tablet screen cannot be called genius at all.
Komatsu Taro would rather believe that the level of this painting is the true level of Gu Weijing.
The other party just used some weird trick to give Mrs. Sakai and her daughter the ecstasy soup.
Deep down in his heart, Komatsu Taro knew that the actual possibility of such a thing was so small that it could be ignored.
However, the reason why humans can be called emotional animals is because people's sensibility often trumps rationality in life, and they are always good at making excuses for themselves.
"Does a work like this deserve to be called a painting? It's really ridiculous."
Taro Komatsu took the tablet.
He showed the painting to everyone in the classroom in a somewhat gaffeful manner, like the incompetent rage of a hysterical lost dog, seeking some degree of emotional recognition.
"Look here...the brushwork is crude and the colors are all mushy. How did you adjust the color? I know you want to restore the texture worn by time. I don't know but I thought it was coated with a layer of dog shit. The color of the shadow here There is no connection at all. Was he sleepwalking when he was painting, or was his eyes growing on his buttocks? He had never seen what the shadows in the sun should look like."
Komatsu Taro squeezed the tablet in his hand tightly, with hysterical excitement in his tone.
He felt that he was not only criticizing the painting, but also Gu Weijing.
He wanted to remove every flaw in the work bit by bit and display it in front of everyone's eyes, so that everyone could clearly realize what kind of person Gu Weijing was.
it's a pity,
Xiaosong regrets that he is holding an electronic photo in his hand now, instead of Gu Weijing’s handwritten painting as he did that day in the underground parking lot.
Otherwise, Taro Komatsu will definitely play the trick of tearing up the painting again.
This could clearly show his contempt for Gu Weijing.
"I can't see anything worthy of attention in this kind of work. What I drew with my toes is better than the shit Gu Weijing."
There was silence in the small painting classroom.
Everyone was looking at Komatsu Taro and the tablet in his hand.
Obviously some people noticed that something was not right about Assistant Komatsu's mood.
Such accusations should not be made by an elderly teaching assistant teacher to the students.
It doesn't matter if you criticize harshly. He is an artist from Japan who has officially won an award at a prestigious event like the Biennale. I heard that his family also has a large gallery.
Just this kind of wording seems very out of style.
"After all, we are students in a small place, so it is natural that we should not be able to get into the eyes of Assistant Professor Komatsu. Among us students, Gu Weijing's grades have always been very good."
Gu Weijing used to be a bit quiet in the past, but he wasn't the kind of annoying thorn.
Some people felt that this was not good and tried to lighten the atmosphere.
"Achievements, achievements are incalculable. Van Gogh didn't even go to the Academy of Fine Arts for a day. He was a missionary."
Jerry smiled and said: "There is no point in studying hard. Teacher Xiaosong obviously values more high-end and more important things, such as creative inspiration. It is obviously because our classmate Gu lacks this aura that he cannot do it." Selected by Mrs. Sakai to enter her advanced class."
"And all of us sitting here are more enlightened than Gu Weijing."
Jerry said with a smile.
He didn't know if what he said was right. Anyway, Jerry just said it casually. He always regarded Gu Weijing as his potential enemy.
Some people scolded Gu Weijing, but he was very happy.
When Jerry smiled, many people in the class also laughed. .
Miao Angwen looked a little weird. To be honest, he wanted to agree with Jerry's point of view, but he thought of the adult in the shadow.
After struggling for a moment, he obediently chose to shut his mouth and just ate the melon quietly beside him.
Komatsu Taro didn't care about the opinions of these idiots, but the laughter of agreement still made him very satisfied. He needed this now.
He said viciously: "Only if lard has deceived one's heart, will any gallery be willing to sign such a painter!"
Mona's expression was dull, she didn't expect to hear such an answer at all.
Komatsu Taro directly belittled Gu Weijing to nothing.
That young boyfriend who seemed to me to be very promising turned out to be just a piece of mud in the eyes of a real upper-class artist!
Mona couldn't believe this answer.
When Assistant Teacher Komatsu said it, she had no choice but to believe it.
"I don't see it that way at all."
At this moment, a cold girl's voice came calmly.
"Senior Komatsu, you are completely blinded by jealousy."
(End of chapter)
