Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

Chapter 133, Warmth, Event Information, New Tasks
Jiang Zhe repeatedly looked at the small oil painting he had just completed and felt very satisfied.

He hung the paintings in the studio, packed up his tools, and took Xiaoka back to his new home to have dinner with his parents.

Knowing that her son would be going back to school soon, Xu Li specially prepared two more dishes.

Jiang Zhe went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes and said to his mother, "Mom, the food at school is not that bad. I won't go hungry."

Xu Li scooped the mung bean porridge into three bowls: "There are many kinds of food in school, but they may not suit your taste."

After they started eating, she asked hesitantly, "Xiaozhe, you're in college now, so you need to take care of some things yourself."

Jiang Zhe swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Xu Li looked at her husband.

Jiang Yi lowered his head and ate.

Xu Li had no choice but to ask Jiang Zhe carefully: "Are there any girls in your class or school that you think are great?"

Jiang Zhe immediately understood what his mother was going to say. He pretended to be confused: "Oh, good girls? There are plenty."

Xu Li was dissatisfied: "You know what I said."

Jiang Zhe put a piece of pork ribs into the bowl and shook his head: "I don't understand."

Xu Li put down her chopsticks: "I think you did it on purpose. You know what I want to ask, is there any female classmate who thinks it's appropriate?"

"What's appropriate?" Jiang Zhe continued to tease.

Xu Li glared at him: "Do you have to force me to explain myself? When you go to college and meet the right girl, you can have a girlfriend."

Jiang Zhe smiled and said, "Mom, I've only been in college for two weeks. You're too impatient."

"By the time you react, it will be too late." Xu Li became a little impatient when she saw that her son was not in a hurry.

"That's enough. You don't look like you have a girlfriend." Jiang Yi knew why his wife was anxious. It was because she was provoked by those old girlfriends.

Jiang Zhe hummed and really didn't say anything else.

If it were a boy who couldn't keep his cool, he might not be able to stand the provocation and would pour out everything in his stomach.

Jiang Zhe was not sure whether his father was trying to provoke him or if he really felt that he didn't have a girlfriend. Anyway, he didn't take the provocation seriously.

After dinner, Jiang Zhe helped his mother clean up the table, "Dad, Mom, I'm going back to school."

"Wait, let's go downstairs together." The mother wiped her hands, took Xiao Ka and Jiang Yi with her, and sent Jiang Zhe to the bus stop. She watched Jiang Zhe get on the bus before going home.

Jiang Zhe got off the bus early and bought two watermelons at a nearby fruit stall. He asked the stall owner to put the watermelons into a bag so that he could carry them easily.

He walked to the playground and sent a text message to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan quickly came downstairs and saw Jiang Zhe from a distance. She ran over happily: "You just came back?"

Jiang Zhe asked, "From what you said? He has been back for a long time?"

Chen Yan said, "I'm bored after living at home for two days. I might as well go back to the dormitory. Why did you buy two watermelons?"

Jiang Zhe handed a watermelon to Chen Yan. "The weather is a bit hot, take it back to the dormitory and share it with your classmates."

"Well, you're so nice." Chen Yan looked around and saw that no one was resting, so she kissed Jiang Zhe on the face.

Jiang Zhe wanted to respond, but someone happened to come over. He had no choice but to say, "Go upstairs, I'm going back to the dormitory."

"Okay, you go to bed early."

He watched Chen Yan go upstairs and walk towards her dormitory.

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Dormitory 309. Du Xin is doing his homework; Shao Hui is still reading a novel; Gan Wenjie is writing a letter.

The door was pushed open, and Jiang Zhe came in carrying a watermelon. "Are you guys here? Take a break and try some watermelon. It's very juicy."

"I'm sorry for the expense. Thank you." Du Xin stood up.

Jiang Zhe said: "I asked the stall owner to cut the watermelon into four pieces, and we each had one piece and ate it with a spoon."

Shao Hui and Gan Wenjie also hurriedly expressed their gratitude.

Four people held the watermelon and ate it with spoons, which was very thirst-quenching.

Except for people like Du Xin who have life experience, most college students who have just left their families and started living independently need some time to adapt. They either spend money too quickly or are too frugal, which makes their lives a little embarrassing, and they don't consider the reasonable combination of side dishes such as fruits.

Shao Hui and his two friends had never tasted watermelon in the first half month of school, so they enjoyed it very much.

"Jiang Zhe, it's better to be like you. You are close to home and can go back anytime." Du Xin thought Jiang Zhe was getting help from his family.

Jiang Zhe didn't say anything. He was no longer a teenager, so he didn't have the desire to show off.

Gan Wenjie spat out the watermelon seeds. "Jiang Zhe, your squad leader came to see you today."

"Didn't you say what?" Jiang Zhe asked.

"I said the school might organize a blood donation," Gan Wenjie replied.

"Oh, is participation mandatory or is it voluntary?" Jiang Zhe didn't expect there would be such an activity.

Du Xin smiled and said, "Jiang Zhe, what are you thinking? It's said that signing up is voluntary, but there's no way you can get a slot."

"why?"

Gan Wenjie rushed to say: "Because the school is subsidizing this blood donation, I heard from our classmates that it is several hundred yuan, which is not a small amount. Many people in our class want to go."

Du Xin added: "We will also give you a blood donation certificate." Jiang Zhe understands why many students are willing to participate. In addition to the certificate, there is another reason.

After living in school for half a month, the students have realized that the money they have is not enough.

"Thank you, I understand." Jiang Zhe said, "When it comes to registration, if there are too many people signing up, I won't rush to grab the seats. If there are not enough people signing up, I will just donate my love."

Du Xin said: "Don't worry, there will definitely be competition. According to previous practices, not only will there be subsidies, but there may also be some nutritional supplements or something."

Gan Wenjie said, "Jiang Zhe, when I passed by your oil painting studio, I took a look and it seemed that there were no pretty girls in your class."

Jiang Zhe said: "It depends on how you look at it. Several girls in our class are being pursued by boys in the class."

The topic of several people turned to girls again.

After they finished eating the watermelon, Du Xin rushed to collect the rinds and took them to the trash can outside the building.

When he came back, he kept complaining: "These people don't pay attention at all. They throw garbage everywhere. There are so many rats around the garbage cans.

When I went to throw away the garbage, I was startled by a rat. "

Shao Hui said: "I heard from a classmate on the first floor that a mouse climbed onto his towel blanket when he was sleeping. When he woke up, he stared at the mouse and waited until the mouse ran away before he dared to move."

Gan Wenjie was surprised: "It's so serious."

Shao Hui said: "There was another student in our class who lived in a six-person room. He bought a large bag of instant noodles, but all five packs were gnawed by rats, with only a few bites left on each pack."

Du Xin said: "We should all be careful not to leave food in the dormitory."

He was making tea for himself as he spoke. To save money, he bought the cheapest kind of tea on the market. He pressed the tea leaves into the shape of flat steamed bread. One pound of tea leaves made four steamed breads.

Du Xin asked the others if they wanted tea, but the three declined.

Jiang Zhe began to sort out the homework that was due tomorrow. Tomorrow was Monday, and there would be three more days of cultural courses. Most of the cultural courses for freshmen, except for English, required key points and recitation.

Monday to Tuesday passed uneventfully.

In the oil painting class, the particularly hardworking students would go to the studio to paint every night.

Jiang Zhe has only been there once.

He used his free time to continue copying Michelangelo's sketches, appreciating the beauty, digesting the skills, and considering how to apply them flexibly in this long-term assignment.

At noon on Wednesday, Wang Zhen called Jiang Zhe to tell him that the money from the sale of the paintings had been transferred to her account.

After Jiang Zhe expressed his gratitude, Wang Zhen asked, "Do you have any works recently?"

Jiang Zhe said frankly: "I have been drawing sketches and quick sketches recently, and I really don't have time to draw other works. I will draw another batch of watercolors during the National Day holiday."

Wang Zhen said: "There has been no news about the results of the competition in the United States. Don't worry, let's wait a little longer."

Jiang Zhe said: "I am already very satisfied to win an award."

Wang Zhen said, "There is one more thing. Our province is holding an art exhibition. Please consider whether you want to participate. Should you register through the school or through me?"

"Okay, let me think about it." As Jiang Zhe responded, he heard the system prompt sound.

After the two ended the call, Jiang Zhe opened the system and saw that a new task had been released.

The painter learns about the provincial art exhibition, triggering the task. Task requirements: Participate in the annual art exhibition in the province, and get any award to receive the corresponding reward.

In order to improve the painter's ability, this task provides two paths of different difficulty.

Normal difficulty: The system provides detailed suggestions to the painter.

High difficulty: The system does not provide suggestions. The artist can express himself freely. All steps, including topic selection, creation, and exhibition submission, need to be decided by the artist.

Choose different difficulties and you will have different chances of getting rewards.

Whether the painter accepts it.

Jiang Zhe was not in a hurry to make a choice as he still had time to consider it carefully.

He went to a bank outside the school to check and found that the 5.6 yuan had been received.

After he returned to school, he opened the system to check the reward funds.

The system showed that the learning accumulation rewards for August had been paid out. Part of the reward funds for the Toad Palace Winning Prize task had also been paid out, but there were still more than 300,000 yuan that had not been paid out.

On Wednesday evening, Jiang Zhe and Chen Yan finished their walk, returned to the dormitory, and began to copy Zhiyong's cursive Thousand Character Classic.

He brought some calligraphy tools to school and practiced whenever he had time.

Du Xin saw Jiang Zhe practicing calligraphy, watched him quietly for a while, and said, "Jiang Zhe, your calligraphy is really good."

As Jiang Zhe wrote, he said, "I am copying. If I were to write it myself, I might not get this effect."

Du Xin asked: "You are interested in this, why didn't you take the Chinese painting major? Our school's Chinese painting major is also very strong."

Jiang Zhe said: "I considered it, but at that time I was best at gouache and watercolor. If I rashly changed to traditional Chinese painting, I didn't know if it would work, so I didn't choose it."

Shao Hui came over and looked at the small regular script written by Jiang Zhe. He said self-deprecatingly: "I originally wanted to practice calligraphy, but in the end, I never practiced once."

He looked back at Gan Wenjie and said, "Wenjie, your study plan also includes calligraphy practice, right?"

Gan Wenjie posted his study plan in a prominent position on the bookshelf. He didn't care about Shao Hui's teasing: "I'll practice it when I have time."

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