[90s] The Husband Of A Financial Tycoon

43

    From 7:00 to 11:30 in the morning, I copy still life, and I have a 2-hour lunch break at noon. Shen Xiuzhu wants to go back to the dormitory to sleep. He has already been sent to the Academy of Fine Arts by award, but his good deskmates did not, and neither of them would accompany him back to the dormitory, so he could only sit in a corner and doze off aggrievedly. Zhang Wenbin, Zhou Sheng, and most of the artists For the students, they still practice their painting skills hard.

    Zhang Wenbin looked at Shen Xiuzhu who was sleeping peacefully from time to time, feeling a little envious, but he didn't dare to slack off with the paintbrush he was holding.

    From 1:30 to 5:00 p.m., the teacher will come to evaluate the paintings one by one. After the evaluation, it was sketching class again, Shen Xiuzhu sat in front of the drawing board, feeling more and more restless. He felt uncomfortable all over, and it was the first time that he felt that painting was such a torment. In one afternoon, he endured and painted 4 colorful heads. He couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his hand to report to the teacher, and ran to the bathroom to vomit.

    Shen Xiuzhu didn't recover until there was only acid water left in his vomited stomach. He washed his face and sat back in front of the drawing board, unable to hold the brush anymore.

    As soon as the afternoon class was over, Zhang Wenbin and Zhou Sheng came over together. Looking at Shen Xiuzhu's pale face, Zhang Wenbin asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Didn't you rest?

    " Spit." Shen Xiuzhu flattened his mouth and replied.

    After hearing this, Zhou Sheng smiled and said, "Drawing for more than ten hours a day, I'm about to vomit."

    Several people thought it was normal to vomit, because earlier, many girls painted for more than ten hours a day, and then saw The phenomenon of nausea when it comes to painting with a brush and paper.

    Zhang Wenbin: "Do you still want to vomit now? Do you want to see a teacher or a doctor?"

    Shen Xiuzhu shook his head, "No, let's go, let's eat, I'm so hungry."

    With Zhou Sheng here, they got up early Then the food was served. Shen Xiuzhu was very happy looking at the sweet and sour pork tenderloin, and the sweet and sour tenderloin instantly cured Shen Xiuzhu. He finished the delicious food quickly. For the first time in two weeks, he ate a dish that suits his appetite. He was so moved that he was about to cry.

    Shen Xiuzhu habitually eats the delicious food first, so that he eats the remaining stewed cowpea and rice, without any chopsticks, not at all motivated to eat the tenderloin.

    Zhang Wenbin was about the same age as Shen Xiuzhu, but he was much more mature than Shen Xiuzhu and had a lot of experience in taking care of others. He went to make a bowl of tomato and egg soup for Shen Xiuzhu.

    Shen Xiuzhu put the rice into the sour soup, and the rice in tomato soup finally made him full.

    From 6:00 to 9:00 in the evening, it was another half-drawing sketching class. Every day was such a tight class. Shen Xiuzhu couldn't eat well and rest well, and he didn't take drawing so seriously.

    Just when he was suffocated by the tense and oppressive feeling of the whole body, the teachers finally gave them an afternoon off.

    The reason is that some girls felt the pressure and broke down and cried in the middle of the night. There were 8 girls in the whole dormitory crying and howling in the middle of the night.

    As a result, Shen Xiuzhu took this hard-won vacation and fell asleep in the dormitory... On

    the 25th day of the training camp, Zhang Wenbin’s sketch paper had already been used up, and Shen Xiuzhu still had half of it. He generously gave half to Zhang Wenbin, and Zhang Wenbin cut the other half Enabled.