Buck left first, and asked clearly that Fang Lingying had driven over by herself, so he rode a motorcycle to run away. Zhou Xiaoli's warning was still three feet away in her ears.

Fang Lingying is also a good girl, at least it can be reflected in the lack of time to contact the two. However, compared to senior intellectuals, Zhou Xiaoli is obviously more real, and Buck still knows which onion he is.

Relive the dream of decoration, tentatively contacting love, and carefully simulate the battlefield. Buck is trying hard to return to normal and be a normal urban person.

But things usually go by no means diverted by human will.

After studying the second week, I changed my teacher. A middle-aged man with a slight look, thin. He stood with Wu Xianhao, the boss of the training institution, which was just a contrasting foil, but it was obviously better than He Qing to suppress the scene. He patted Wu Xianhao's shoulders at the door, and walked in empty hands. He glanced at the training class with a sharp look. The young boys who used to like to make noise did not dare to say anything, and of course they also swept over Buck's face. I guess they didn't find any domineering spirit, so I ignored it.

I walked up to the podium and looked at the perspective class lectures left by He Qing by the blackboard, as well as the perspective views drawn by the students on the podium. I was full of sarcasm and hummed with contempt. The students in the audience heard it and felt like they were collectively insulted.

"What's the point of making old Wu..."

He muttered and looked up at the students who looked different from their expressions but absolutely did not dare to say anything: "There is no crash course in decoration design, the relationship between reality and black and white. This simple cognitive relationship can allow undergraduates to study for a semester. Your hand-painted paintings are still crooked... I don't mislead people's children. After paying the money, let you learn some craftsmanship. Remember, it's craftsmanship, not design, I won't say who my name is, so as not to be embarrassed in the future."

This is really sarcastic. It belittles a large group of students and even Wu Xianhao in person, but everyone can't speak. Now a college student has a tuition fee of tens of thousands or tens of thousands a year for three to five years. What else do you want to learn if you pay two or three thousand?

There is no good product at a cheap price. What qualifications do you have to argue about? Two or three thousand may just learn some fur craftsmanship?

The middle-aged man was more skillful than He Qing's movements, so he picked up chalk: "In my class, in addition to paper and pen, there are rulers. If you don't have one, hurry up and buy them. I don't have one ruler, so I can learn the design of the nonsense?" After walking in a classroom, he almost flew away, and only...Buck and a girl were left.

Because of his seriousness, the principles and techniques of paintings published by the school really followed the central idea taught by He Qing and drew the perspective pictures that he could understand. He Qing looked down on the projection pictures, perspective pictures, plane lines, tilted lines, etc., and even drew several pictures of the messy drawings.

Nothing else, after school, you can go home in a few steps, you can’t ride a motorcycle, don’t sing, don’t go to bars, don’t play electronic games, don’t pick up girls and play, don’t watch TV, Buck has nothing else to do when he gets home, and concentrates on doing something he likes, so he will naturally enjoy it.

Therefore, when drawing more complex lines such as really high lines and extinguishing lines, you have to use a ruler long ago.

The girl took a one-meter-long T-rue ruler in an exaggerated way and placed it on her drawing board without saying a word.

The teacher looked at it and pointed at the thirty-centimeter ruler in Buck's hand: "Are you planning to draw ant to move? Do you know that the design drawings usually start with four formats, and do you play with a big ruler with a palm? "

Buck smiled and put down his ruler and jumped up. He went out to buy a big ruler. What the experts said was right, so he was worthy of his tuition. Buck understood this truth seven or eight years ago, because such casual words at that time were the experience of saving lives.

So now he is very serious and ignores the bad tone.

It is unpleasant to say that this sentence is the same as it is.

When I came out, I saw the student who had bought a ruler and ran back from the convenience store of the training institution. Buck also made a gesture of expanding his chest and arms: "The small ones can't be used, you need a big ruler..." Everyone turned around and bought a big ruler. Everyone was holding a T-shaped ruler like a hoe and then went back to the classroom. A few people muttered behind: "It's so big, it's too inconvenient to take it to and from school every day, right?"

This is the difference in mentality. If you don’t consider what progress and knowledge this thing will bring to you, the first thing you think is that it is inconvenient to take. From the beginning, the trajectory of fate may have started to break down.

When I returned to the classroom, the teacher had already drawn a large frame on the blackboard, a crooked square frame, and said arrogantly: "I have never painted it like this with chalk, you can just look at it..." No one dared to say anything below. He Qing had drew a lot of pictures seriously before he could calm the audience.

He said it simply: "Try to draw it yourself. The outer frame is thick and the line inside is the frame of the design drawing. Don't ask me why I want to draw it like this. The rules are like this. Draw a frame like this in the lower left corner into nine grids, the design drawing name, the name of the drawing maker, and the time of drawing drawing... This is the standard format for drawing drawing. The icons below can also be expanded to the column according to the complexity. If you don't understand the columns? If you draw from left to right, it is called the columns! At most, you can draw the simplest home decoration drawings. You won't encounter any complex design drawings. Don't eat steamed buns and worry about the Chairman's heart!"

Apart from burying his head in the format of the design frame on white paper as he said, the students below could only listen to the so-called teacher's swearing words, and kept mocking these novices who tried to get started at low prices.

Buck's reaction was similar to everyone, but he was more acceptable.

"You know how to draw a blank design drawing. Next is the basic knowledge of floor drawing drawing. What is a floor drawing? The bunch of shit before talks about perspective... It's like you stupid classrooms looking down from the sky, walls, walls, doors, windows... This is the floor drawing! Do you understand?" A few people understood it, and Buck didn't need to understand. He used to like to draw floor drawings. Occasionally, he played as a sniper and scout, and he also wanted to draw perspective and floor drawings. Although he was drawn crookedly, he could still have that kind of picture feeling in his mind.

The teacher was a little unbearable and sweared more and more: "I don't know anything, just learn nothing..." He was trying hard to impress the size and format on the classroom floor plan he drew, and then angrily threw the chalk head, which really hit the corner: "Okay! Today's class is like this! Each person draws a classroom floor plan, which requires complete formats and complete sizes..." He walked down from the podium quickly and looked at his appearance for a while, and he would probably get angry.

Some students asked timidly: "We don't know what size is..."

The teacher had already walked to the door and turned around and cursed: "I don't know the size, can't I measure it?! I'm going to teach you how to measure it step by step? Your mother has never measured it when she gave birth to you..."

Everyone continued to listen to his voice echoing in amazement in the warehouse-style corridor of the training center. Wu Xianhao rushed out of his office and tried hard to pull people: "Lao Cheng, Lao Cheng... calm down, drink tea here, drink tea..." He pressed Lao Cheng's shoulder hard, as if he wanted to hold his anger down.

The thin teacher was very dissatisfied: "You are doing it..." and he suppressed his voice and pulled him to the office.

The students in the room were left looking at each other until someone stood up and measured the classroom size with a T-rue.

Buck shook his head, but got up and went out to buy a tape measure...

No wonder he is furious. If he is asked to take some military training for college students, this will probably be the case. He is easy to get angry because he faces a group of idiots who don’t know anything and have their own opinions on everything. He can’t wait to pick up the gun after a few words!
Chapter completed!