The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 429 0429. Last place, successfully selected! (10)

After waiting for about half an hour, a man in a suit came out from the central stage. Zhuang Xinian managed to distinguish that it was not the man from their test room that day.

He seemed to be holding a megaphone in his hand, and after a small noise, fluent British English diffused from the loudspeaker.

"Good students! I'm glad you arrived here on time and waited patiently. Judging from the number of shortlisted students, there are still a few students who did not keep the time, so they will be excluded from this training camp."

Hearing this passage, Zhuang Xinian let out a long sigh of relief. It's okay, it's okay, I got up obediently in the morning, otherwise, I might become one of the eliminated ones, right?

"Next, I will introduce our respective instructors to the students, and then assign teachers to you based on the works you drew during the test."

Zhuang Xinian listened carefully as he introduced each teacher. Every time he introduced a teacher, a young or middle-aged male teacher or female teacher would come up and bow to them, and then they all started Applause, after clapping, listen to the introduction of the next one.

In fact, Zhuang Xinian was a little puzzled, what kind of points did they guide the teachers?
Then the next host's words solved Zhuang Xinian's doubts, "These teachers have their own specialties in the field of art. Next, I will announce the list of teams. If you hear the name, please stand with the corresponding teacher." Come ahead and line up."

Sure enough, some people were divided into sketch group, sketch group, Chinese ink painting group, impression painting group and so on.

Zhuang Xinian's painting style naturally belongs to the group of realistic oil painting.

After the groups were divided, the host left, and the teachers also walked off the center stage to lead away their students.

Each teacher led the students in his group to a different direction. The teacher Zhuang Xinian was following was a male teacher. He said that middle age was actually a little too young, and he had to look like he was at least 50 years old.

To put it bluntly, there are a lot of wrinkles on the face.

But the aura around her was great, and Zhuang Xinian liked it very much.

And he smiled very kindly, but his voice was a bit low. If Zhuang Xinian was standing at the back, he couldn't hear him very well, so he had to try his best to move forward.

The teacher's name is easy to remember, it's called Edward, but Zhuang Xinian just forgot what it was because it was too long.

Fortunately, the teacher just asked them to call him Edward. Don't add those honorific titles, saying that he feels very old. He hopes to become friends with these children.

He also said that the children's world is so beautiful, and the things they draw are also very beautiful. He likes it very much, so he doesn't want the children to call him teacher, and then make them restrained because of this status.

Maybe it's because Edward is a bit older, so their group walked a little slowly, but the atmosphere along the way was great. In just 10 minutes, some courageous children dared to joke with Edward. up.

Zhuang Xinian was already far ahead, so she would laugh along with those jokes that she heard clearly and found funny.

The little girl stood quite close to Edward, and her laughter was not low, but it was not harsh. Edward turned his head to look at her several times.

(End of this chapter)