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

Chapter 222, Talking about conditions, tips after the final exam
As soon as Director Gao finished speaking, Lao Ma put forward several suggestions, hoping that the association could provide convenience for field research for creation, and whether the time for concentrated creation could be extended, etc.

Jiang Zhe also thought of some requests. He waited until others had expressed their requests before he spoke: "Director Gao, I have a few ideas as well. Although I am from Binhai, I have never seen the full view of some scenic spots in Binhai, including the urban area, suburbs, and suburbs. I wonder if there is a chance to take an aerial photo to see the full view of the city from different angles and heights, and strive to find the most beautiful scenery."

Zhang Shixin suddenly realized: "Yes, Jiang Zhe's idea is very good. I also think that we should look at urban changes from different angles. This kind of creation is more realistic."

Lao Ma also said: "I agree. I have never thought about this before. Although I create Chinese paintings, I only observe from a conventional perspective."

Director Gao felt embarrassed when he heard this request, but he still asked with a smile: "Do we have to use this method? We have a lot of information, including aerial photos. Can't we use these materials?"

Jiang Zhe said: "It's not impossible to read the information, but looking at photos is different from seeing the real scene. Looking at photos is just copying or simply tracing. Looking at the real scene, you can have a real feeling."

Several others agreed.

Director Gao wrote down these requests in a notebook and said, "I don't know if I can get approval after I submit my request. I suggest you don't hold out too much hope. After all, arranging an aerial photography requires coordination with many departments. Once the news spreads, many people will definitely want to participate. How will we arrange it then?

Any other ideas?"

Jiang Zhe suggested: "If we can't arrange aerial photography, can we arrange vehicles to let us observe the important landmarks of the city from different angles and positions? If we are allowed to collect materials by ourselves, there are some places we can't enter."

"Yes, yes, yes." Lao Ma said, "Can the association help coordinate?"

Director Gao still took good notes and prepared to report.

After Jiang Zhe reported the topic and prepared to go home, Lao Ma also said goodbye.

Zhang Shixin and Jin Yuming seemed to have something else to do and were not in a hurry to leave.

Jiang Zhe and Lao Ma walked out side by side. "Jiang Zhe, do you have anything to do tonight? Some friends of mine invited me to drink. Come with me and meet some friends. They will definitely want to meet you."

Jiang Zhe said: "I still have to prepare for the final exam. I dare not go out to play."

"Haha... I forgot that you are still a student." Lao Ma said, "Okay, let's drink when we get to the hotel where we are doing the concentrated creation. This kind of concentrated creation is a good thing. We can communicate with each other and live there to create without distractions. There are no trivial matters.

Climb the mountains in the morning, paint during the day, and drink and chat at night. If you want to have fun, find another place to do it.”

He described his life of concentrated creation as so beautiful that Jiang Zhe felt somewhat envious.

The two walked into the courtyard. Old Ma looked back at the corridor they had come from and whispered to Zhang Zhe, "I heard that our selected paintings have been displayed in the hall. Pay attention to the local news. You may see your paintings there."

"Thank you, Teacher Ma, for the reminder." Jiang Zhe expressed his gratitude.

Old Ma waved his hand and continued, "You are engaged in oil painting, and the competition is extremely fierce. Zhang Shixin asked Jin Yuming to work together, which shows that he is determined to win. I heard that there is another group of people engaged in oil painting. The competition is the most intense between Chinese painting and oil painting."

He sighed and left. Jiang Zhe looked at his back, thinking.

In the following week, Jiang Zhe took advantage of his time to prepare for concentrated creation while reviewing his lessons.

On weekends, he rests at home and watches TV with his parents. After 7: pm, Jiang Yi starts watching local news.

Ever since they learned that Jiang Zhe's work was hung somewhere in the hall, the couple would watch the local news every night.

It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening. Seeing that today's news was about to end, Jiang Yi and his wife prepared to change the channel to watch a TV series. Jiang Zhe had already started to daydream, thinking about today's review.

At this time, the TV broadcast a new news that a local leader met with entrepreneurs from Laibinhai.

As the two sides sat down in a conference room, a work on the background wall appeared in the camera.

Jiang Yi suddenly asked: "Xiaozhe, look, is this your painting?"

Jiang Zhe, who was distracted, turned his eyes to the screen.

In the camera, behind the seats of the guests and hosts is a wall with wallpaper, on which hangs a large oil painting, which is the passenger terminal created by himself.

"Yes!" Jiang Zhe was a little excited. Seeing his own work on TV news was different from seeing it in an art gallery. In this case, the appearance of his own work was a kind of recognition.

Jiang Yi and his wife were even more excited, and they leaned in closer to the TV to watch carefully. Seeing their son's works appear on the local news made them happier than having an exhibition in an art gallery.

Unfortunately, the camera flashed away after more than ten seconds.

"Why is the news so short?" The couple didn't see enough and felt very sorry.

“Will there be a rerun tomorrow?”

"do not know."

Jiang Zhe said: "The work is hanging there. I will have a chance to see it in the future."

"Xiaozhe, do we have a chance to take a photo here? Is there a chance to visit?" Xu Li asked.

"I don't know either. Let me ask around." Jiang Zhe felt completely relieved after seeing the works.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going to review."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy." The couple continued their discussion.

The next day, many people from the association called or sent text messages to Jiang Zhe to express their congratulations. However, among the students, no one paid attention to this matter because of the final exams.

In the third week of January, final exams for the School of Art began.

In a large classroom, dozens of students are answering questions.

Jiang Zhe wrote foreign language words calmly.

Of all the exams, the foreign language exam is the most troublesome for students in art colleges.

Jiang Zhe has foreign language skills and has been studying hard, so the test is not difficult for him.

There were several familiar classmates around him, trying their best to see Jiang Zhe's answer sheet.

Unfortunately, in college or in every school, there are a few teachers who are called "famous policemen" by students. Among the two invigilators today, there is such a teacher. This teacher kept walking around in the examination room, which made several students who were watching Jiang Zhe writing non-stop anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

Jiang Zhe was doing reading exercises when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the next row.

Turning around, I saw the invigilator with a stern face taking away a boy's test paper.

The boy was anxious: "Teacher, I didn't see anything."

The teacher ignored him, took the test paper, pointed at the table, and began to compare it word by word, repeatedly.

Everyone around understood that there must be words on the table.

The boy explained: "There are a lot of words written on the table, but they weren't written by me."

The teacher checked for a while and said, "Change your seat."

The boy had no choice but to be moved to an empty seat.

Similar things happened several times in succession.

Jiang Zhe knew that many students wanted to see their answer sheets, so he did not deliberately create opportunities, nor did he cover them. Whether or not they could see it was entirely up to them.

Perhaps these students' actions were too obvious and they were discovered by the teacher.

The invigilator walked around, asked Jiang Zhe to put the answer sheet under the test paper, and then walked around nearby.

After collecting the papers, the invigilator left the classroom and the students began to sigh.

Jiang Zhe heard the system suddenly give a prompt, quietly opened the system, and saw a text message:
You have completed the on-campus courses for this semester. If you get good grades and scholarships this semester, you will receive system rewards.

He reviewed the exam process, felt that he had tried his best, and stopped thinking about it.

Jiang Zhe left the examination room with a familiar classmate and asked as he walked, "How was it?"

The student smiled reluctantly: "I haven't even looked at a few questions yet... I guess I'll have to take a make-up exam next year."

During college, if students fail to meet the required grades, they will have to retake the exam after the new semester starts, which is indeed a headache for students.

All the exams are over, no matter what the results are, all the students relax. Most classes will not assign homework at this time, and the exams mean that they can go home for the holidays.

Chen Yan and Jiang Zhe went to the canteen to have lunch together.

On the way to the cafeteria, I saw many classmates dragging their luggage towards the school gate. They didn’t even have lunch and were preparing to leave school.

The two of them took their lunch and sat down. Chen Yan asked, "Jiang Zhe, what are your plans for the afternoon?"

Jiang Zhe said, "Relax in the afternoon, pack up your things and take them home."

"Now that you've packed, can you come to my dormitory and help me pack, okay?" Chen Yan asked with a smile.

"Sure." Jiang Zhe guessed that Chen Yan had a lot of things, so he agreed.

He returned to the dormitory first, where his roommates were packing up.

Jiang Zhe asked: "When is your train?"

Du Xin said: "At two o'clock in the afternoon, we will set off soon."

Shao Hui said: "Brother Du is missing his wife."

Du Xin said: "She called me a long time ago to urge me to go back. There is nothing I can do."

"Have you bought any local specialties?" Jiang Zhe asked.

"Bought it." Du Xin pointed to the suitcase.

The three roommates all set off in the afternoon.

Jiang Zhe packed his luggage and put it in the dormitory. He sent his three roommates to the school gate, watched them leave in a taxi, and then came to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory.

Chen Yan was already waiting for him here.

Because many girls asked for help, the management at this time was not as strict as usual.

Jiang Zhe came to the dormitory and saw that it was a mess with all kinds of girls' supplies everywhere.

Chen Yan's roommates also asked their boyfriends or classmates to help.

Jiang Zhe greeted a few people and understood why Chen Yan insisted on his help.

He first helped Chen Yan make her bed, packed her laundry into a large suitcase, and packed the things she wanted to take home into another suitcase. This was still not enough, so Chen Yan filled up a large backpack.

"Chen Yan, your home is in Binhai, why are you in such a hurry to go back?" A girl saw Chen Yan packing up and preparing to leave and asked.

"My parents asked me to go back early. If you have any problems, just call me. It's very convenient for me to come to school." Chen Yan put on her backpack.

Jiang Zhe said goodbye to everyone, carrying two large suitcases.

He returned to the dormitory, carried his luggage, took a ride to send Chen Yan home, and then returned to his studio.

Jiang Zhe rested at home for a day and received a notice from Director Gao.

The association requires members who want to participate in the collective creation to meet in the association's conference room tomorrow to arrange the requirements for the collective creation.

Jiang Zhe arrived at the association's meeting room on time and saw that there were already at least twenty people waiting in the venue.

(End of this chapter)