Ordinary observers in fast time travel

Teacher Fang glanced at the class monitor, then looked at Shi Jia with interest, "Student Ye Zhiqiu, can you tell me about your creative inspiration?"

Shi Jia also glanced at the monitor, saw the jealousy in his eyes as expected, turned his gaze away, looked at Teacher Fang, and briefly introduced Ye Zhiqiu's creative inspiration and his own feelings.

"Mr. Fang, the work introduction has been sent to your email in advance." Shi Jia disagreed after finishing speaking.

"Okay, I'll check it out later, come on, let's take a picture first."

Shi Jia cooperated with Teacher Fang to take pictures, and after the photos were taken, Teacher Fang asked Shi Jia to log on to the school's official website, fill in the graduation work information, upload photos of the works, and so on.

"Teacher Fang, I have already filled it out. What else do I need to fill in?" Shi Jia asked.

"Come on, fill in this." Teacher Fang waved to Shi Jia.

"Huh? Nebula Cup Art Work Award? And the Xia Guo Young Artists Competition?" Shi Jia remembered that Ye Zhiqiu had never participated in the Nebula Art Works Award, and participated in the Xia Guo Young Artists Competition after the graduation exhibition, and was recommended by her tutor. she attended.

Wait, I seem to have forgotten something, 'Qiuqiu, did we forget to report the progress of the work to your supervisor? '

'Seems to be!Teacher, you should call him quickly, otherwise the old man will be angry. Ye Zhiqiu only heard about it, and she almost forgot about her university tutor now.

'Um. Shi Jia was a little annoyed, alas, she also forgot about being a tutor a few lifetimes ago, because she usually acts as a tutor for others.

"Yes, this work of yours is so contagious, more people should see it. Whether you can win an award is the next thing." Teacher Fang said that the Xingyun Cup Art Work Award may not be guaranteed, but the National Young Artists Competition will definitely be shortlisted.

"Well, wait a minute, I'll call the teacher first and ask." Shi Jia said apologetically.

Teacher Fang slapped his head when he heard the words, "I'm so happy that I forgot such an important thing. I need to discuss it with your teacher first. But, having said that, Professor Yang didn't let you participate in these competitions to try?"

Shi Jia returned an embarrassed yet polite smile, then turned around and went out to make a phone call.

"Teacher Fang? Can my work participate in the National Young Artists Competition?" The monitor looked at Teacher Fang expectantly.

Teacher Fang was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled, "Of course, you and Ye Zhiqiu are both excellent students in our art department. Of course, it's no problem if you want to participate in the painter competition."

But whether you can win an award is another matter. No, there must be an award for excellence.

"Then I fill out a profile now?"

"Well, let's fill it in." Teacher Fang said, and then operated on the computer twice, "The two registration links have been sent to you. The prerequisites for these two competitions do not need to send the works to the past. After the audition, the semi-finals will be completed Only then will the work be released. And the time of the rematch is different, you can participate in both.”

"Okay, thank you Teacher Fang." The squad leader hurriedly began to fill in the information.

Teacher Fang looked serious and focused, and thought, he is a very confident child, but sometimes being too confident is not a good thing.

He looked outside the door again, at the figure who was on the phone, he had to do things properly.

Outside the door, Shi Jia made two phone calls in succession before they got connected. "Teacher, I am Ye Zhiqiu."

"Oh, girl Zhiqiu, I was looking for you, how is it, is the work finished?" There was an old but angry voice on the other end of the phone.

"Um...it's done." Shi Jia said with some embarrassment.All works have been registered.

"It's done, are you in the studio now? I'll go and have a look." There were footsteps on the other end of the phone, and it was obvious that the instructor had already started to go to the studio.

"Teacher, I'm not in the studio right now." Shi Jia said hastily.Immediately there were no footsteps on the other side.

"Then where are you now? The academic affairs side called me just now and said that I will submit my graduation project today." The old man's voice was serious, obviously worried that Shi Jia would run out of the school again at a critical moment.

"I'm in the Academic Affairs Building. Today, the class monitor also notified me to hand in my work, and the urging was urgent, so I just pulled the work over." Well, it wasn't that she deliberately forgot to notify the teacher.But the squad leader was too urgent.

"Nonsense, why are you dragging your work to the Academic Affairs Building? Forget it, I'll go there now."

"it is good."

Huh~ Ye Zhiqiu, the instructor, is quite kind and doesn't mean to blame her at all.

The academic building is very close to the teaching building. Shi Jia stood at the door and waited for 10 minutes before seeing Ye Zhiqiu's instructor, a thin old man—Professor Yang
Professor Yang has already retired, and was hired back last year as a teacher of oil painting.Very high standard and friendly people.He is loved by students majoring in fine arts, and it is extremely difficult to grab his graduation mentorship.

However, Ye Zhiqiu was quite talented, and she was valued by Professor Yang, so she asked Professor Yang to be her instructor early on.

"Teacher Yang!" Shi Jia hurried forward.

When Professor Yang saw Shi Jia running over, he was slightly taken aback, "You, you are Ye Zhiqiu?"

"Yes." Shi Jia nodded, and sighed, Professor Yang's sense is so sharp, he can compete with Ye Zhiqiu.In fact, her appearance has not changed, and the habit of dressing and dressing is the continuation of Ye Zhiqiu, but the soul inside is different, and the feeling is also different.

Just like "Smile", it is a different smile.

"Why do you feel that you have changed a lot?" Professor Yang looked at Shi Jia suspiciously.

"Well, something happened."

Professor Yang nodded, "Let's go and see your paintings first."

"Okay. It's inside."

"Professor Yang, you're here." Teacher Fang greeted him, "Come in and sit down."

"Well, hello." Professor Yang greeted Teacher Fang, "Let me take a look at the painting first."

"Okay, look at the painting, do you think Ye Zhiqiu's painting can participate in the 'Xingyun Cup'?" Teacher Fang asked while leading Professor Yang to the display stand.

Professor Yang frowned, did not answer, and quickly locked his eyes on the works on the display stand.After walking in and seeing the work clearly, Professor Yang's eyes changed and his expression became serious.

"Yang..." Teacher Fang still wanted to persuade her, but when she turned her head and saw Professor Yang's expression, she quickly shut up and observed silently, thinking, why does Professor Yang's expression seem to be seeing this work for the first time?
Didn't Ye Zhiqiu inform Professor Yang for review after finishing the painting?
He cast a questioning look at Ye Zhiqiu, but the other party only looked at Professor Yang.Teacher Fang wasn't in a hurry when he couldn't get an answer. The two masters were here, so he just waited with peace of mind.

Professor Yang looked at "Smile", his serious expression gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised.But after a while, his serious expression was restored, and he turned to look at Shi Jia.

"Ye Zhiqiu, did you draw this yourself?"

The three people present had different expressions when they heard the words. Teacher Fang was puzzled, the class monitor gloated in his eyes, and Shi Jia, the person involved, was very calm.

"Yes."

Professor Yang nodded, "The painting style has matured a lot. The expression of emotion is beyond my expectation."

"After all, I did not disappoint the teacher's teaching." Shi Jia said modestly.

"Some things can be learned without teaching." Professor Yang said meaningfully.

"The teacher praised it absurdly." (End of this chapter)