Gu Weijing really wanted to avoid Kou Kou.
During the past period, due to various reasons, he found that Kou Kou had a lot of curiosity about him.
Maybe curiosity was mixed with a little affection, maybe not, or maybe all her closeness to him was just to put some eye drops on Mona.
Kou Kou has a cute and ever-changing personality. She can get along with everyone and get along well with most boys and girls.
Gu Weijing always felt that he couldn't understand Kou Kou.
But this is not the reason why he avoids Kou Kou.
Gu Weijing, who was still a novice in the relationship between men and women, didn't know how to deal with this situation.
In principle,
Gu Weijing believed that after he dated Miss Sakai, he should not get too close to other girls.
He could delete all of Mona's communication and chat history on his phone.
Could it be that facing the little heroine in front of him who had just saved him not long ago, he wanted to rush over and say - "Hey, Kou Kou, I have a new girlfriend now, so please don't rush to get together again."
Even Freud said that every relationship between men and women has a strong narcissistic undertone.
But this kind of declaration is so narcissistic that it makes people suffocating, and it also seems extremely rude.
He believes that it doesn't matter if someone is cute.
Even if Miss Kou Kou has a vague fondness in her heart, it won't be to the point of being entangled and life-or-death.
But when Gu Weijing thought about this scene, he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to dig out the three rooms and one living room with his toes and bury himself.
After thinking about it for a while, Gu Weijing decided to give it a cold treatment.
Koko is so popular in school. If I avoid her for a while, her attention will be attracted by other things.
Once the curiosity is over, it will be fine.
However, Miss Kou Kou is really not a person who can obey and cooperate with her psychological activities based on caring.
After seeing Gu Weijing's plan, the little girl not only did not turn around and run away, but pushed him to the corner to find out what was going on.
This is even more embarrassing.
In the quiet corridor of the teaching building where there is no one,
Kou Kou looked directly into Gu Weijing's eyes, but Gu Weijing's eyes looked uncomfortable.
The girl with braided hair leaned forward, and their bodies were very close. Gu Weijing, who was closer, did not mean it, but he could still clearly see a string of platinum necklaces hanging around her neck disappearing into the undulating chest of her neckline, which was not wearing a school uniform. It was so close that Gu Weijing could smell the peach flavor of the bubble gum in Kou Kou's mouth.
"Am I good-looking?"
Koko noticed Gu Weijing's evasive eyes and laughed.
Great artists in normal history would have had countless affairs in their lives.
Either he is hooking up with a girl, or he is on his way to hook up with a girl.
If an old pervert like Picasso faced this kind of problem, he might have wanted to turn himself into a necklace and bury it among the undulating crests of a beautiful girl.
But the family education Gu Weijing received played a role in overcoming animal instincts at this time.
He thought it was best not to let this ambiguous atmosphere continue.
Gu Weijing decided to tell the truth no matter whether it was suitable or not.
"Sorry, Miss Kou Kou, it's not your problem, you are also very beautiful. It's just that I feel that I am not suitable to be too close to girls now, and I should keep a certain distance."
"WHY?"
Kou Kou spit out bubbles like a red carp.
"You changed your hobbies and started to like men. Are you gay?" Kou Kou tilted her head strangely, looking at Gu Weijing from head to toe and quipped.
"No, because I have an official girlfriend now." Gu Weijing replied honestly.
He was a little worried that Kou Kou wanted to continue gossiping.
Gu Weijing does not want to confess his relationship with Sakai Katsuko in public now.
The discussion among people is not the key.
There are no teachers at Dulwich College who are too bored to care about puppy love.
It’s just that Katsuko Sakai still has a young artist agency agreement with Tokyo Gallery + BTAP.
When signing the contract with Hanks, Mrs. Sakai was chatting and hoped that whether the scandal in Myanmar would really spread to the Tokyo gallery.
It is best for the two of them to be restrained and low-key in public places like school.
Sakai Katsuko didn't seem to care very much.
But if the love affair really wants to be exposed.
The right to control should also be in the hands of other girls, not Gu Weijing showing off to the whole world.
"Oh, that's how it is."
Kou Kou made a soft sound and was silent for a few seconds.
There was no trace of disappointment on her face, and she seemed to have suddenly lost interest in gossip.
She just stood there and blew out a bubble.
Bang!
The bubble bursts.
Kou Kou retracted her arm, turned around and left.
…
Professor Wattel didn't even take the computer on the podium.
He originally wanted to fold Gu Weijing's sketch homework and put it in his pocket. Looking at the exquisite patterns on the sketch paper, he hesitated, and then returned to his office halfway.
Professor Watter found a bottle of sketch fixing fluid, shook it up and down twice, and then sprayed it on Gu Weijing's drawing.
He grabbed a book casually, inserted the sketch between the pages, and then went out again with the book under his arm.
Wattel walked to the elevator, swiped his staff card and took the staff elevator straight to the principal's office on the top floor.
Being a high school principal is actually a very powerful profession.
Especially in the so-called private aristocratic schools, the principal is like a little prince on campus.
Dulwich Education Group is an established leader in the international private school industry, with various connections and campus resources extending in all directions.
The children of celebrities such as Faye Wong and Takuya Kimura also attend different campuses of Dulwich College.
Perhaps it is not as good as Eton and Harrow, super prestigious schools that have been established since the Renaissance and whose annual donations from outstanding graduates and alumni associations amount to tens of millions of pounds.
But if you choose any campus, Dulwich College’s annual funding for running a school will be several million dollars higher.
In Myanmar,
The investment of a private school can be compared with the factories set up by multinational companies in Myanmar, and it may not lose.
A person who can become the principal of Dulwich College in Yangon has such a large amount of foreign exchange. Even if the school expenses are not freely accessible by the principal, he is still a arrogant person who can easily chat and laugh with senior government officials.
The principal's office is also very luxurious.
Outside the door, there are large swaths of fabric carpets with exquisite patterns, and the walls and ceilings are carved with rococo-style antique patterns.
There is a pair of white elephant sculptures placed at the door. The sculpture's facial features are clearly visible, and the two pairs of long tusks are ground out of a single piece of jade. This was a gift from the city government to welcome foreign investment when the Dulwich campus was built.
Private schools do not emphasize hardship and simplicity. The more impressive the principal's office is, the more confidence he will have when talking to parents about tuition increases.
Professor Wattel was stroking the smooth elephant head and rang the bell at the door of the office.
"Ding dong!"
The doorbell rang, and a few seconds later, the principal's voice sounded from behind the door.
"Please come in."
"Mr. Wattle, it's you."
When the principal saw the sketching professor coming to the door at this time, his eyes were slightly surprised, but he didn't express it in his tone.
He motioned Professor Wattel to sit down on the chair opposite, and then asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Headmaster, I think you might want to take a look at this sketch."
Teacher Watter got straight to the point, took out the sketch paper from the book, and handed it over.
"Teaching your new work? That's great."
The principal is from Quebec, Canada, and speaks with a strange English accent.
When he took the sketch paper, he felt slightly disapproving.
His daily work can be busy or not, but he really has no interest in appreciating a painting by his teacher.
Seeing that the person opposite was Professor Wattel, the principal reluctantly took it over patiently.
Dewey started with art education, and art teachers are the most important part of the school's assets.
The artistic level of this sketch teacher is unique among his staff here.
That Mrs. Cruz?
please,
She just came to work part-time to accompany her daughter to school. Neither Mrs. Sakai nor the principal would naively take the employment relationship between them as the same thing.
Even if there are subsidies for remote areas these days, there are not many good teachers who are willing to come to teach in a chaotic place like Yangon compared to Shanghai and Yokohama.
The principal did not dare to look down on Professor Vatel.
"Well, the lines are not bad, and the tone is very neat... Hey, Professor Wattel, your sketching skills have improved a lot."
After talking about it, the principal of Dulwich looked serious.
The principal originally just praised him casually, and his tone was mostly perfunctory, like a shepherd casually patting the head of a bleating goat to soothe him.
Half of his mind was wary of whether this guy came to the door with a sketch and wanted to make a fuss about asking for a salary increase.
The landlord's family doesn't have enough food to spare, so it doesn't matter if they give you compliments but it's absolutely impossible to get a salary increase.
The principal looked at it and suddenly his back stood up from his chair.
Half of Dewey's senior faculty have art or education-related backgrounds. They may not be able to draw, but their art appreciation skills must not be low.
The principal looked at the sketch paper in his hand, looked at it, and slowly figured out the way.
The lines are extremely neat, and there is his own composition contained in them.
A pencil draws the soft edges of soft shadows and the sharp edges of light and dark on the four-sided cone.
This excellent control over the pen tip is evident.
Sketching is not just a subject about precision with the pen.
Just how expressive the final painting of a sketch is, and the accuracy of the pen can often play a decisive role.
The principal looked at the pencil drawing in his hand.
He had never thought that Professor Wattel's sketching skills were so good before. In the entire Dulwich system, there were not many teachers who could draw like this.
The principal smacked his lips at the quality of the sketch, savoring it slowly.
He somewhat thought that this painting had a hint of showing off his skills.
"Well done."
Professor Wattel curled his lips and asked.
"The overall painting is very coordinated, and the painting has a clear grasp of the characteristics of light and shadow. But to put it bluntly, this painting is not complicated, so there is not much that can be seen."
Without knowing the purpose of the visit, the principal could only give a seven-point praise at best.
The remaining three points,
Naturally, he was afraid that Professor Vatel would use this as a bargaining chip to cause trouble.
"Not complex enough? No No No."
"Sir, you are also a professional. It's very boring to talk like this. This kind of skill is not found in many complicated sketches."
Professor Wattel didn't like the principal's personal praise.
He shook his head of blond hair and looked like a dissatisfied old lion: "You can just tell me whether the painting is good or not, and that will be it."
"It's pretty good."
The principal glanced at the sketch teacher in front of him: "But, our Dulwich teaching requirements for teachers are not just about technical skills. Your sketch is so much better than the teachers in the training classes outside, but parents may not know it either. Ah. Managing a school is usually quite difficult..."
He began to pour out his bitterness.
The principal made up his mind. If the old teacher in front of me really wants a salary increase, he can be given an increase of US$200 per month at most.
Or $250?
The principal took another look at the sketch in his hand and decided that the bottom line was $300 and no more.
If there are more other teachers, there will be trouble.
"It's beautiful, but it's a pity I didn't draw it."
Professor Watter waited for the principal to finally give him the right words, and then he said it in a bit of a bad way.
The principal frowned.
"Don't worry, although this is not a painting by me, it is the work of our Dulwich students." Professor Wattel didn't really want to piss off the leader, so he immediately added.
Student work?
Students in our school?
Canadians are like the principal of a high school in a small county town. They are shocked when they suddenly hear that a classmate in their school has won an Olympiad gold medal.
He held the sketch paper in his hand, astonishment written all over his face.
"It's amazing. When I first saw it, I was even more surprised than you are now!"
Professor Watter felt a little distressed when he saw that the principal had pinched out the fingerprints on this pencil sketch that he had specially sprayed with fixative and carefully preserved.
When the principal let go, he quietly took the sketch back and tucked it back into the pages of his book.
"Could it be a painting by Ms. Katsuko Sakai?"
The principal looked at Professor Vatel angrily.
Students like Miss Sakai are not taught by you. What are you showing off here?
But the daughter of a great artist is amazing. She is so young, she can draw like this.
Compared with other people, most art students will feel that all their time is spent on dogs.
"It's not Ms. Sakai. No matter how good Ms. Sakai's drawing is, I can't take advantage of it. You should know that every year, I give my graduating class an assignment to draw a small grid of sketches. This is what a classmate handed in this year. "
"A seventeen-year-old local student, principal, can you imagine that?"
Professor Wattel touched the beard on his chin and said with a proud smile: "I bet you will never guess which child drew this."
"It's not Sakai Katsuko."
The principal thought for a moment and slapped the table twice with the back of his hand, "So, could it be... the work of classmate Gu Weijing?"
Huh……
The principal's words directly showed off the sketching professor who held a big secret in his hand.
Professor Wattel stretched his neck and looked at the principal in front of him, his face filled with astonishment.
Leadership is leadership.
Can you guess this?
"Have you ever seen Gu Weijing's paintings in advance?" Professor Watter didn't know why.
"Is it his work? Since it's not Miss Sakai's painting, I guess it's his."
Professor Wattel nodded.
The principal didn't look very surprised, but instead had a smile on his face.
"Since you showed me a sketch, I will also show you something."
The principal stood up.
He took out a bunch of keys from the drawer, walked to the filing cabinet on the wall, unscrewed the cabinet door and took out a large brown kraft paper filing bag.
"This is a file that the school secretariat received three days ago. I was shocked to see the contents of the file above."
"Did you know that last year, the baseball pitcher of the North American campus sports team was selected as one of the top ten players in the high school sports league and directly signed with Princeton University's NCAA professional baseball team? I watched his game on TV , this guy’s speed is like a beast.”
The principal said suddenly.
"Sorry, I'm German. I prefer football and don't pay much attention to this." Professor Wattel shrugged.
Princeton University is an Ivy League school.
But he doesn’t even pay attention to baseball leagues like MLB, let alone the College Professional Baseball Development League.
Professor Wattel didn't understand why the principal suddenly mentioned this matter.
"No...I'm not asking you to watch baseball. What I mean is that this student was considered by the entire board to be an excellent representative of the achievements of Dulwich education. When I went to Europe before the Christmas break to attend the Dulwich Principals' meeting, Mr. Andrew, the principal of the North American campus, proudly boasted about his precious student for fifteen minutes. I could only hold my scalp and endure it."
"I no longer have to endure all this this year, because after so many years of opening the school, finally..." The principal handed over the portfolio with a smile, "During my tenure, this kind of harmonious situation also appeared on my hands. Students at the same level as high-level athletes.”
Wattel took the file bag in his hand.
He found that the dark brown file bag was engraved with the English logo of the Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association, a subsidiary of the Yangon Cultural Affairs Bureau, and the file bag had been opened.
Wattle pulled out a large pile of documents.
"Notification letter of recognition of high-level artist and member of Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association."
The sketch professor paused slightly as he scanned the contents on the document.
Being able to join a local art association is a very happy thing for every art practitioner.
Literati have always looked down upon each other.
Being able to become a member of the official organization not only recognizes your academic ability, but also accepts you as a member of the larger circle.
Monet and others were ostracized by the academic circle.
There are no opportunities to hold exhibitions or participate in celebrity salons.
So he decided to go it alone and held the so-called "Salon of the Losers" on the banks of the Seine.
I don’t dare to say that joining the Art Association will definitely prevent you from being suppressed, but at least it is much better than just floating outside alone.
The more outstanding artist associations will even hold large-scale art exhibitions for their members on a regular basis.
corresponding,
The art associations in the world are usually not ones you can join if you want.
For art associations in some places, only artists represented by large galleries can apply. Some art associations must have several old members as recommenders. Some associations also have special judging panels to review and recommend qualifications.
The Eastern Xia Art Association implemented a strict scoring system for the sake of fairness. Scores ranging from 1 to 6 points will be assigned to artists' contributions to national-level exhibitions, regional-level exhibitions, and publications in journals of different levels.
You can join the membership if you get 9 points in total.
Many teachers from the eight major art academies and full professor-level researchers in museums cannot meet the threshold for membership.
The Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association is not as well-known as the art associations in Eastern Xia, Britain or Germany.
Considering that Gu Weijing is seventeen years old, he is still very good. It's not even something that can be described by the word "good" at all.
"so good."
Professor Watter looked at the name of the artist Gu Weijing on the document and let out a heartfelt sigh.
The Artists Association in his hometown of Hamburg is also a well-known old art association. It has left its own place in the history of art, and many great artists have emerged among it.
Of course, no matter how good the Hamburg Art Association is, Professor Vattel is not qualified to participate.
"I'm not surprised that Gu Weijing's brush-writing skills have been recognized by the Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association."
He told the truth.
"Gu Weijing's ability to participate in the Art Association does not depend on his ability to use a pen."
The principal chuckled: "Don't feel too unbelievable when you see the content of the certification documents at the back."
Wattel saw the documents on the Shwedagon Pagoda project at the beginning of the year.
He nodded suddenly: "I see, this is really a good gold-plated opportunity."
Vattel went back to Europe for vacation at the beginning of the year, but he still heard about the Shwedagon Pagoda restoration project, an important local art event.
There were more great artists in Yangon in those days than the famous painters who have been here in Yangon in the past hundred years combined, and their status in the history of art is unparalleled.
But this kind of thing is really far away from Professor Wattel.
He only had a partial understanding of traditional oriental art, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
did not expect,
Gu Weijing actually had this opportunity to see the world.
"Classmate Gu Weijing is not only plated with gold, he just jumped into the golden river and took a bath. I am envious of this opportunity. Look at the creator of the mural behind him."
The principal took a sip of the black tea on the table and prompted.
Professor Watter turned to the mural "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" at the back of the document and saw the name of the creator underneath - [Artist: Cao Xuan/Gu Weijing]
I'm going!
"Is this 'CAOXUAN' the same Cao Xuan that comes to mind?" Professor Watter asked dumbfounded.
No matter how unfamiliar art practitioners are about Eastern art, they will not be unfamiliar with the name Cao Xuan.
He is to art what Hemingway is to literature.
"Besides that Cao Xuan, what other Cao Xuan could there be?" The principal spread his hands.
He knew very well Professor Vattle's mood at the moment.
This is a joint painting!
A fucking, fucking, fucking joint painting with Mr. Cao Xuan! ! !
The principal is extremely jealous.
This is just a mural fixed there. It cannot be taken away or sold.
Any work that has been painted on paper can easily fetch millions of dollars when put on the auction house.
If it weren't for the three words "Gu Weijing" following it, which lowered the style of this work, it would still be selling at an exaggerated price.
(End of chapter)
