When we arrived at Huixiang Pavilion, someone came forward to greet us. She was a relatively well-to-do girl wearing a cheongsam: "You are Professor Fang, I am Xu Miaomiao, the lobby manager of Huixiang Pavilion."
After Fang Xiaoyue nodded, Xu Miaomiao immediately led several people into a private room.
To say that the taste of Xiangge this time is indeed good, at least according to Fang Xiaoyue's cooking skills, some of the dishes can be considered very good.
After drinking for three rounds, a few people started chatting.
Several other parents were very interested in Fang Xiaoyue's reputation as a professor, but they couldn't ask directly, so they could only ask around.
Fortunately, Fang Xiaoyue didn't intend to hide too much, so she just told some of her own situation.
But even these situations shocked several parents and left them stunned.
This Professor Fang is really a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts in City S. Although he is only an associate professor, such a young associate professor is already very scary, right?
And since he is in the Chinese Painting Department, there is no doubt that his daughter will have to be taken care of by him in the future.
When they thought of this, several parents immediately toasted to Fang Xiaoyue again, trying their best to win over Fang Xiaoyue.
After enjoying the wine and delicious food, the parents went to the market near the school to help their daughters buy mats and other supplies, and then they said goodbye to each other like good friends.
After finishing all this work, Fang Xiaoyue left two thousand yuan to Fang Xuemei and her phone number, asking the girls in her dormitory to call her if anything happened, and then left.
As soon as Fang Xiaoyue left, the girls immediately cheered and came to Fang Xuemei's side.
"Xuemei, your brother is really amazing. He became a professor at such a young age!"
Yuan Meimei said with admiration on her face.
"I'm an associate professor. I'm not as good as you said. I'm always bullied at home."
Fang Xuemei's answer was a bit Versailles.
"By the way Xuemei, your brother is so handsome, has he got a girlfriend yet?"
As soon as Ma Pingping said these words, the other two girls immediately held their breath, as if they were worried about hearing some terrible bad news.
"Talk about a girlfriend? My brother... is single now."
Fang Xuemei almost told her brother's tragic love story smoothly, but after thinking about it, she was her brother after all, so she had better save some face for him.
"Single? Xuemei, do you think it's suitable for me to be your sister-in-law?"
Ma Pingping immediately became excited when she heard that Fang Xiaoyue was single now.
"You want to be my sister-in-law? No way!"
Fang Xuemei immediately refused.
"Xuemei, this is the chocolate my aunt just brought back from Lu. It's delicious."
"Xuemei, what's so delicious about chocolate? I have preserved passion fruit from Xishuang here."
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All of a sudden, several roommates gathered around Fang Xuemei and began to show their attentiveness, wanting to become her sister-in-law.
If Fang Xiaoyue saw this scene, he would probably lament that girls nowadays are too precocious, and they have just started school and are already thinking about finding a boyfriend.
Not to mention that Fang Xuemei enjoyed the attentiveness of her roommates, but a week later, S City Academy of Fine Arts held a welcome meeting for the new students.
Several representatives of the freshmen also took the stage to give speeches, saying that they would dedicate their limited youth to a great learning career, not to waste their youth, to live up to Zhaohua, etc.
As for the next course selections, except for a basic Chinese painting course that Fang Xiaoyue was responsible for, the number of people who signed up for the other two elective courses was not that many compared to those old professors.
The reason for this is very simple. His reputation in the Academy of Fine Arts in City S is too small.
Although the senior officials of S City Academy of Fine Arts basically know that Fang Xiaoyue is one of the few remaining masters of traditional Chinese painting, the freshmen don't know that.
They only knew that Fang Xiaoyue was a newly recruited associate professor.
Compared to those professors who are in their forties or fifties, Fang Xiaoyue, who is only four or five years older than them, is somewhat inconspicuous.
So when Fang Xiaoyue arrived in the classroom for the first time to prepare for class, she found that there were only twelve people sitting in the classroom.
Although there are both men and women inside, there are too few people, right?
"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself first. My name is Fang Xuefeng."
Fang Xiaoyue introduced herself and wrote her name on the blackboard.
"I am one of the only four masters of traditional Chinese painting in China. I believe you will not regret it if you take my meticulous painting course."
"Okay, let me first introduce to you what meticulous painting is."
Fang Xiaoyue already has a lot of teaching experience, so she is not timid at all when standing on the podium and talks eloquently.
However, among the twelve freshmen sitting below, except for Fang Xuemei and her three roommates, the rest of the freshmen's faces were not very good-looking. They felt that Fang Xiaoyue was bragging.
But it seems a little sad that I can learn nothing from a teacher who brags.
After a brief introduction to gongbi painting, Fang Xiaoyue glanced at the faces of the freshmen, and he could also see that these freshmen seemed to have very little confidence in themselves.
Forget it, just use the ultimate move.
Fang Xiaoyue didn't say much, but directly spread the drawing paper on the drawing board, stood on the podium and started painting.
While painting, just like during the live broadcast, the painting techniques of gongbi painting are constantly explained.
When he masterfully drew a thrush standing on a plum blossom branch with just a few strokes, all the freshmen below were stunned.
At this time, Fang Xiaoyue has already leveraged the physical foundation of this plane even more. Not only has his attributes recovered a lot, but his Chinese painting skills have also recovered to a level that is almost close to extraordinary level 1.
At this level of Chinese painting skills, it is enough to reflect some artistic conception in the painting.
Well, the thrush that the freshmen saw was not just a painted thrush, but a thrush that seemed to come alive in the painting. They even seemed to be able to see the thrush standing on the plum blossom branch and posing,
Preening his feathers.
When Fang Xiaoyue finished drawing the eyebrow plum blossoms, Fang Xuemei's three roommates, whose eyes were already shining with stars, couldn't bear it any longer, and immediately exclaimed: "Professor Fang is so awesome! So awesome!"
Immediately, the freshmen in the classroom were led by them, cheering and applauding.
The movement in the classroom here quickly attracted the attention of students in other classrooms.
After all, there are not only freshmen taking classes in this teaching building, but also sophomores and juniors.
Some old fritters who liked to play truant couldn't bear it anymore and sneaked out of class to watch the fun.
But when they arrived at this classroom, they were attracted by the picture of thrush and plum blossoms.
When Fang Xiaoyue saw other students coming, she did not worry about them causing trouble in her class. Instead, she welcomed them warmly: "Those students, please stop standing outside. Come in and sit and watch. I will hang this painting on the blackboard."