Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day

  Chapter 84 Visiting Professor of National Tsing Hua University

  Receiving Xiaobao's accusatory gaze, Jun Shiling glanced at Xia Wanyuan, who was full of innocence, and snorted softly.

  "When will you have no worms before you can eat the cake."

   "Huh, bad father." Xiaobao mumbled unconvinced.

  Jun Shiling stepped forward and hugged the small dumpling, "Go to sleep." Xiaobao threw his short legs and struggled, but it was useless, so he resigned himself to lying on Jun Shiling's shoulder.

   is just the eager look, staring at the strawberry cake on the table, looking at the pitiful one.

   Seeing Jun Shiling and Xiaobao go up to the second floor, Xia Wanyuan took the remaining half of the cake on the table with a guilty conscience. Um, it was delicious.

  After eating, Xia Wanyuan returned to the bedroom.

  On this night, the tip of Jun Shiling’s nose is always fascinated by a faint strawberry smell.

  Zhong Lao didn't have to go to class on weekends, so he made an appointment with Xia Wanyuan to meet at home.

  Xia Wanyuan went early, and one hour before the time agreed with Zhong Lao, she wandered around on the campus of National Tsing Hua University.

  Walking slowly along the sun-dappled Ginkgo Avenue, Xia Wanyuan looked around and was suddenly attracted by the words written by a teacher on the blackboard in a window.

  Xia Wanyuan couldn't help but walk into the teaching building. The teacher in the classroom should be preparing for the lesson, facing the empty classroom, writing a few words on the blackboard from time to time.

  Xia Wanyuan stood quietly at the back door, listening to the teacher's literary history.

  Professor Zhang has an open class for the whole country. He is preparing the class seriously now. Halfway through the lecture full of passion, he suddenly found a person wearing a mask standing at the back door of the classroom.

  "This classmate, do you have anything to do?" Professor Zhang stopped the lecture and asked suspiciously.

   "I'm passing by. Seeing that you have said well, I want to learn a bit by the side." Xia Wanyuan replied modestly.

  "Then come in and sit and listen." Anyway, this public class is for everyone to listen to. Professor Zhang beckoned to Xia Manyuan, Xia Manyuan did not refuse, and went into the classroom to find a seat.

  With the students sitting below, Professor Zhang spoke more passionately.

  Furthermore, this student was a little bit unexpected by Professor Zhang. After listening to his class, he put forward many constructive suggestions. Based on the student’s questions, Professor Zhang revised and improved his courseware draft.

  "Which college are you from?" Professor Zhang did not expect that students from other colleges have such high literary and artistic accomplishments.

   "I am not a student, just passing by here."

  Professor Zhang was about to continue asking Xia Wanyuan’s questions, when the teacher’s door was suddenly pushed open, “Professor Zhang, the school leaders ask you to come over immediately.”

  Professor Zhang put down the speech and hurried to the school office. When he came back, the classroom was empty.

  I arrived at Zhong Lao's house, Zhong Lao had something to do, but he hadn't come back. Mrs. Zhong was waiting for Xia Wanyuan at home.

  Ms. Zhong is an extremely gentle woman. Xia Wanyuan had a very happy conversation with her. It was because of Mr. Zhong’s confession that he received Mrs. Zhong at home for Xia Wanyuan.

  After drinking tea with Xia Wanyuan for a while, she fell in love with the cute little girl in front of her.

   "Old Zhong, let me tell you, I just had a class in the classroom, there is a young man who is really talented, but unfortunately the leader suddenly came to me, I forgot to ask that young man's name."

  "Don't worry about your talented young man for now. I will introduce you to a young man in a moment. That is the real talent."

  Lao Zhong finished his work, and saw that the time agreed with Xia Wanyuan had passed, he hurried to the house. He didn't expect to meet Professor Zhang on the road, so he brought Professor Zhang back with him.

   "It seems that Lao Zhong is back, let's go out and have a look." Mrs. Zhong was chatting with Xia Wanyuan happily, and there was Zhong Lao's hearty laugh outside.

   "Brothers and sisters, I'm here again." Professor Zhang said hello to Mrs. Zhong.

   "Hui Ning, is Xiaoyou Xia here?" Zhong Lao looked around, but didn't see Xia Wanyuan.

   "Old Zhong." A slender figure walked out from behind the door, Xia Wanyuan Xiaoxiao Tingting appeared in front of everyone like a lotus flower.

  Professor Zhang’s first feeling was that he was surprised by the little girl’s appearance, waited a moment to see her dress, and then glanced at those clear eyes.

  "Are you the student in the classroom just now?!" Professor Zhang exclaimed.

   "Yes, hello." Xia Wanyuan was also a little surprised at this moment. He didn't expect that by such a coincidence, he ran into the professor who just gave a lecture here.

"Lao Zhang, the talented young man you just told me is Xiao Xia?" Hearing what Professor Zhang and Xia Wanyuan said, Zhong Lao smiled. "That's a coincidence. The young man I want to introduce to you is also Xiao Xia. ."

  "Come and introduce," Zhong Lao pointed to Professor Zhang, "This is the core professor of the Department of Literature and Art of National Tsing Hua University, Professor Zhang."

   "Lao Zhang, this Xiaoxia is the talented young man I want to introduce to you," Zhong Lao paused, "She is the one who painted that boneless picture."

  Professor Zhang has never seen any big storms in his life, but this time he was truly shocked.

  In his opinion, that boneless painting does not have a foundation of 30 to 40 years, and it is impossible to paint to that point. How big does Xia Wanyuan look in front of him? How to draw that level of work?

  But Zhong Lao never tells lies. In the classroom just now, Professor Zhang also felt the chest of the young woman in front of him.

   "It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves forward! I really didn't expect that the person who drew that picture was so young."

  Professor Zhang’s appreciation for Xia Wanyuan overflowed.

"In the last Chinese painting competition, your work won the championship," Professor Zhang paused, and looked at Xia Wanyuan with regret. "Your level is enough, but unfortunately you are not qualified, otherwise, that guest of the National Tsing Hua University Art Department. Professor, I can just let you go."

  Zhong Lao admired Xia Wanyuan, and thought for a while, "Lao Zhang, you might as well let Xiao Xia post some paintings anonymously first. When she becomes famous, how about we recruit her to the National Taiwan University?"

  Professor Zhang thought for a while, and felt that Mr. Zhong’s proposal was feasible, “I will go to the Calligraphy and Painting Association in just a few days. You can draw a picture and let me take it.”

  Zhong’s home has a complete set of pen, ink, paper and ink.

  Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting were commonplace for the eldest princess in the previous life, so he didn't need to prepare. Xia Manyuan dipped the ink with the pen and started to sway on the paper without even drawing lines.

  It can be seen that Xia Manyuan wanted to paint Mozhu.

  Draw the bamboo first, and the stroke of the pole basically determines the layout of the picture. Xia Wanyuan uses his pen to draw it straight and clean, without sluggishness.

  Looking at the strength and posture of Xia Wanyuan's pen, Professor Zhang has already begun to nod again and again. From this small bamboo pole, he has already seen Xia Wanyuan's profound painting and calligraphy skills.

  After Xia Wanyuan finished painting, Professor Zhang looked at the painting on the table with excitement and excitement on his face.

  (End of this chapter)