Chapter 84 The situation is not good.

Luming Academy, inside the studio.

Li An was lying in a rocking chair, watching two cats, one black and one white, playing with each other in front of him. He didn't know which lady had brought these cats to the academy secretly.

Although the college does not have an explicit rule prohibiting bringing pets to school, it will still affect academic studies.

Maybe their families didn't want them to become great writers. Ang Lee didn't delve into it. He watched with interest and didn't feel bored.

There are more than twenty students in the room.

These people who focus on painting skills are all illegitimate sons of the family or children of some poor people. Perhaps they want to learn a skill to make a living, or it is a personal hobby of the young masters.

Although they are not pursuing the depth of painting skills but only want to show off their skills, Ang Lee really likes to teach the former group of students.

In his opinion, after learning knowledge, one must enter the practice stage. What one has learned must have value. If it is just to cultivate one's sentiments, perhaps one must first solve the problem of food and clothing?
"Bring them up for me to see."

Li An waited quietly for a moment, then slowly drank the tea that Tong'er had poured on the table in front of him.

"Teacher, please comment!"

A confident voice rang in his ears. It was from the young lady of the Minister of Works' family, but Li An couldn't pronounce her name.

Even Ang Lee couldn't remember the names of most people in the academy.

Looking up, I saw a long line on the left. Rich kids and common people were mixed in the line, but it was quiet. Perhaps it was because their substitute teacher, Hong Kaijia, managed the line well.

"Let me see."

Ang Lee stayed on each painting for ten seconds, not a minute longer or an inch shorter, and made comments on each one.

"It can be seen that you are very serious every time you paint, and you have made great progress. The depth of colors of these two kittens surprised the teacher."

"Small and delicate, your paintings always embody a sense of spirituality."

"From your paintings, I can see the word clean. As the saying goes, words can be used to describe people, and the same applies to paintings. I can see that you are a careful and clean girl."

"Well, your painting is interesting, but in my opinion it's not good enough! Your layout and lines have flaws, which shows that you are not bold enough. Relax a little and be more confident! At least in this academy, don't be so restrained."

After commenting on each painting in turn, Li An allowed the students to start preparing for the next class.

The next class was the math class of the second disciple Xu Sheng, which made the disciples in the room nervous and they all showed painful expressions.

They are not afraid of counting, as for what they are afraid of, perhaps Ang Lee should remind his disciples to pay attention to the way and method of teaching?
The students came out of the studio in twos and threes, whispering from time to time.

"Why does the teacher always praise me and be so strict with that commoner's son? I feel that the picture of two cats I drew today is really not that good." The young man, who was wearing exquisite fabrics but very low-key colors, asked his female friend beside him.

The girl next to him smiled softly and said, "Oh, young master, have you come to your senses today? It's really strange that you can also feel that your painting is not good."

Seeing the boy's angry expression, the girl stopped teasing: "What kind of compliment is that? You haven't understood the teacher in these days." Seeing that the boy still didn't understand, she explained: "For example, the painting of the first assistant minister's daughter, the teacher said that she was very serious and made great progress. The key is that the depth of the color is surprising."

"I saw the painting, it's just two blobs of ink! How can the color not be shocking?"

At this point, the girl couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing, not caring at all about her modesty as a lady from a wealthy family.

"Ah? Is that the explanation?" The young man touched his head and asked, "What about the small, delicate and spiritual one?"

"It means insignificant. As for the spirituality, in the teacher's words, it is called abstract!"

"What about your comment?" The boy glanced at the rocking chair in the room and whispered, "Is it clean?"

At this moment, the girl's face turned red, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "You said my paintings were pale!"

The young man was already stunned and walked numbly.

It took him a while to come back to his senses, "Then why are you so harsh on the people who come after you?"

"Ah." The girl seemed to be feeling sad as she spoke softly, "That shows that he is a promising person, so the teacher is so attentive to him."

The students had already gone to the next classroom, but little did they know that all these fragmentary words had reached Li An's ears.

Li An put down his teacup and saw the kitten in the corner was still playing around, which made him interested. After finishing the preparations, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and put it on the paper.

He watched quietly and patiently, waiting for the best movement he wanted.

There is no regularity in the strokes, as if a child had scribbled randomly, without any rules at all.

In less than a cup of tea, the painting was completed.

This is not a cat play picture.

Rather, they are two animals whose names cannot be pronounced. To be more precise, they are two strange beasts with different shapes!

That form should be hunting!

The black chased the white and fled. The black beast had a clear target, but it also had an aura that seemed to break through paper, wanting to choose someone to devour!

But Li An showed no fear, as if he was used to it.

'That's strange.'

Li An thought about Emperor Qing’s thoughts.

It's already the third day, and not only have they sent people to investigate and monitor me, they haven't even asked me a simple inquiry, as if nothing had happened.

The night before the storm was so quiet that it made people feel bored. That’s how this painting of strange beasts came into being.

Before painting, Ang Lee did not have any idea of ​​what he would paint. He just followed his feelings.

It was only after my painting skills were upgraded to the maximum level that the simple lines in the painting came alive.

They are obviously two ferocious and ugly beasts, but they give people a different kind of beauty, as if they will devour the soul of the person watching them, making people feel palpitating but also satisfied.

"This is really weird!"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Wang Shisanlang outside knocked on the door of the studio, although it was not closed.

'Here it comes,' Li An thought to himself.

He understood that under normal circumstances, Shisan Wang would not interrupt his lectures and would not take the initiative to come to the academy.

"Sir, these pieces of letter paper are flying outside this academy, or in the whole Kyoto." Seeing that Li An had no strange expression and his face was calm, Wang Shisanlang hesitated for a moment and then told him his discovery.

"Also, I found something wrong."

"Oh?" Li An perked up, thinking to himself, here comes the point: "What kind of discovery?"

Wang Shisanlang looked around and sensed that there was no one around, so he said in a deep voice: "Today I was practicing sword in the bamboo forest outside the city and felt the ground shaking. It must be a cavalry passing by."

“After returning to the city, I felt something strange.”

“This feeling is not when entering the city, nor after coming to the academy, but in the middle of this distance.”

After hearing this, Li An felt an unknown sense of uneasiness in his heart. He stretched out his hands and began to calculate, predicting his own fortune.

Although the skill is at the maximum level and the divination is very accurate, it is calculating oneself, so the answer is often vague.

But fortunately, Li An had calculated it many times and had experience. After a while, he got the answer - correct.

In just a moment, the hexagram changed again.

A bad lottery!
(End of this chapter)