Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 28 The Last Memories
Leaving the School of Management in a hurry, Mi Xia still had lingering fear when he recalled the look in the man's eyes just now.

Shasha patted her chest and said worriedly, "Fortunately, she wasn't seen."

Has it been seen?
Seeing Shasha's nervous expression, Misha had no choice but to swallow the words that came to her lips.

"It's getting late, let's go to the studio quickly, or the professor will curse again."

Yunshang's art department is well-known throughout the country, and there is a limit to the number of students it can enroll each year. Basically, each professor can only enroll five students.

The professors of Misha and Shasha are the secretaries of the Academy of Art. They are good at painting oil paintings and are well-known in China. They have held several art exhibitions and received good responses.

It took a lot of effort for the two of them to become the professor's students.

In the spacious studio, five students are copying the plaster sculpture in the center of the classroom.

Misha was sitting in front of the window and was sketching. The oil painting on the easel had already been modeled. What she painted was not the monotonous plaster in front of her eyes, but a dark and beautiful black panther.

Under the moonlight, the black panther was resting on the stone, and the breeze was blowing. Even if he was motionless, he could still feel the oppression and strength of the black panther.

Misha stared at the black panther on the canvas.

I don't know what happened to Xiaoye...

The wound on its body should be treated, right?

"Misha! What are you doing?!"

An angry voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Misha quickly turned her head and saw Professor Yuan standing in front of the window, looking angrily at the black panther on her canvas.

"I asked you to paint sculptures. What are you painting? Do you feel that you have already learned it and don't need to practice anymore?"

"No, Professor Yuan, I..."

Professor Yuan walked in from the door, raised his voice, and yelled loudly: "What did you say when you came in? You would ask for advice with an open mind and work hard, so I would make an exception and accept you as a student. How long will it take you? Proud?"

Mi Xia frowned and wanted to explain, but Professor Yuan didn't listen at all.

"Go out and stand outside, and come back after class!"

Misha looked at the other gloating people in the studio, gritted his teeth, packed up his things and walked out, standing at the door.

Professor Yuan's dissatisfied voice came from the classroom.

"If anyone is dissatisfied with my teaching, they can go out!"

The classroom was quiet, and after a while, Shasha also came out and stood beside Misha without saying a word.

"Why did you come out?" Misha looked at her in surprise.

"I'll accompany you."

Shasha glanced into the classroom, and whispered, "I've long since disliked him. He asked us to draw plaster every day. It's been almost a year since he painted, and there has been no change at all."

Misha sighed and didn't speak.

At the beginning, the family wanted her to study in a teacher's college, but Mi Xia liked to draw since she was a child. When her mother was still there, the family had always hired a teacher to teach her, but when her mother passed away, even the tutor was cancelled.

During the college entrance examination, she quietly signed up for the art test. Because she had not received systematic training, only Professor Yuan agreed to let her enroll.

Misha has always been very grateful to him, but after entering school, she found that the courses of the art department were completely different from what she imagined.

Every day, all the students sat in the classroom and painted plaster statues repeatedly day after day.

A few times, Mi Xia gave Professor Yuan a comment on the paintings she had drawn, but each time she was criticized as useless, and if she continued like this, she was worried that she would lose her enthusiasm for painting.

Painting is the last memory left by her mother.

She didn't want to lose even this.

(End of this chapter)