Meng Chenxi said: "No matter whether it was your mother or not, I heard that you like painting very much, I think it's good."
What can this person understand him? Drawing is good. If it is really good, he wouldn't be so mean to stop him from learning to draw. Chen Yangbo sneered.
"Interest is the best motivation for learning. So do I. I started to like listening to radio a long time ago, so I worked hard until I was admitted to Beijing and Guangzhou."
"So you think I should work hard just like you until I get into the University of Fine Arts."
"Isn't that the case? Don't you want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts?" Meng Chenxi asked him seriously.
"I don't want to take the exam."
"You don't want to take the exam. Do you think that if you enter the Academy of Fine Arts like this, you will be respected by others?" Meng Chenxi did not expect that there was such a shameless person who said such words in front of her.
Chen Yangbo gave her a smile: Am I so shameless?
Meng Chenxi took a breath and calmed down, brought out the guidance given to her by his sister-in-law, and said, "Don't think that painting has nothing to do with the basic knowledge of cultural theory you are learning now, but it actually has a lot to do with it. If there is no Chinese and history as the foundation, your future paintings will definitely lack a lot of cultural depth and cultivation. Without mathematical thinking, your future paintings will become bizarre and weird and do not conform to the logic of reality. Who can accept it? Who can resonate with it? I also heard that you like to play games. Although the picture in the game is very cartoonish, the proportion of cartoon characters is also exquisite and cannot be completely separated from the beauty of reality."
Listening to her words, Chen Yangbo suddenly remembered that woman for some reason. The woman who stood behind him and kept watching his paintings when he was painting in the park. He could feel that the woman was actually trying to speak, but when facing him, he praised him.
Chen Yangbo frowned again, turned around and said, "You seem to have forgotten the most important thing. Even if I like painting and I want to take the Academy of Fine Arts, do you know? I haven't taken this year's art exam."
Meng Chenxi's face was stunned.
Seeing her expression, Chen Yangbo was extremely proud and almost burst into laughter.
It's so cool! It slapped her in the face and fucked her face.
His mother wanted to fool him into taking the exam, how could he not know? If he failed the art exam, could he take the art college?
Mrs. Chen suddenly jumped up from the sofa, rushed over, and cursed at Meng Chenxi: "Who did you hear that he was going to take the Academy of Fine Arts?"
Meng Chenxi tried hard to calm himself down and said, "He likes to draw."
"Who said he likes to draw? Did I tell you my son likes to draw? Who told you?!" Mrs. Chen pointed her angrily finger on her face, "What are you doing in private inquiries about my family? You said!"
"I don't--"
"If you don't have you, can you know that he likes to draw? Can you ask about my private affairs? Are you a teacher? You don't look like a teacher at all, and you also ask about other people's private affairs. If your second aunt hadn't said that your sister-in-law was a super teacher, I wouldn't have bothered to call you!"
Aunt Meng really betrayed her and her sister-in-law. Meng Chenxi wanted to rush to Aunt Meng at this moment.
At this moment, she continued to calmly say: "I want to understand his interests in order to stimulate his motivation to learn."
Mrs. Chen glared at her face: "What's the result? Look at what you did."
－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－
Chapter completed!