Chapter 34 Lesson 1
After much anticipation, Wang Sixue finally met this legendary figure, Professor Xiao Han.
But no matter how he looked at him, he felt that this overly young professor was different from what he had imagined.
It looks a little familiar!
"Hello, Principal Wang, I'm Xiao Han, who was recommended by Mr. Wang Chang to take the Chinese painting class!"
"Oh! Hello, hello, the old man told me, this way please!"
Wang Sixue stretched out his hand and gently held the glowing white hand in front of him, and then they separated.
It was not until Xiao Han started talking to him that he realized why this person looked familiar. He was the big star that his daughter talked about every day, Xiao Han.
Earlier, he thought they just had the same name and surname, couldn't it be a coincidence that they were the same person?
Now, Wang Sixue smiled silently and felt a little pain on his face.
What my daughter said was right, the prophet is a knife!
It is the first class in the afternoon and there are basically no people in the school. Those passing by in twos and threes are school staff.
Xiao Han followed Wang Sixue holding an umbrella, and the three of them walked into the office slowly.
"Ms. Xiao, there are two classes in the afternoon. How about you come to the second class today?"
This was the first time that Wang Sixue had hosted a celebrity to teach at school, and he felt a little bit novel about it.
The afternoon class had just started and would end in about half an hour. Each class was forty-five minutes, which was enough time for Xiao Han to sign and stamp his documents.
The new visiting professor of Huaqing University has been appointed!
"Just let the principal arrange it!"
"I'm an artist, so my class time may not be fixed. Sorry to bother you!"
Xiao Han smiled slightly, with a hint of apology in his tone. Wang Sixue was a kind old man who had the character of a scholar and the shrewd wisdom of a businessman.
Being able to sit on the position of president of Huaqing University shows that this person is very tactful in dealing with people and things.
"How could that be? I'm deeply honored that you can come to teach at our school. The old man has specifically told me that Professor Xiao can come when he is free, but it doesn't matter if he is not free!"
Wang Sixue smiled, combing his thick gray hair back to look energetic.
The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes can kill mosquitoes, and the loose skin on the face looks younger because the corners of the mouth are pulled up.
"Thank you for your understanding. I hope you can give me more guidance in the future. I am definitely lacking in teaching!"
Xiao Han nodded, and then said that ancient teaching methods are different from modern teaching methods.
She worried that she wasn't doing well.
Misleading young people.
"You're welcome. If you have any questions, just ask me!"
Wang Sixue pondered for a moment and immediately replied that when he was Xiao Han's age, he was still in college, but now he has started teaching college students!
It's true that comparing yourself to others will make you feel pissed off, and comparing goods will make you throw them away.
He had no doubts about Xiao Han's request. After all, this was a cross-disciplinary course!
As they were talking, they arrived at the principal's office.
After they sat down one after another.
Wang Sixue turned around and took out the certificate that he had prepared long ago from the drawer and handed it to Xiao Han. He only needed her to sign it, and then he would stamp it with the seal for it to take effect.
Xiao Han took a look and found an appointment letter, a professor's letter, course content, and so on.
After a quick glance, the main thing was that Xiao Han was concerned about having a formal identity and being able to stay at Huaqing University to teach.
Under the gaze of Wang Sixue and Li Yue, she picked up the pen and signed her name in two strokes, then handed the signed certificate back to Wang Sixue.
"Welcome to Huaqing!"
After Wang Sixue read it, he took out his stamp and pressed it.
He stood up and shook hands with Xiao Han and the other man formally to welcome them.
"Thank you!"
Xiao Han actually doesn't know much about modern etiquette, and most of the time he just reacts based on other people's reactions.
Not knowing what to say for a moment, she raised her hand and shook hands with Wang Sixue, and Wang Sixue gestured for her to sit down.
Although there was a big age gap between them, Wang Sixue and Xiao Han found that they were very similar in terms of history, politics, calligraphy and painting.
Xiao Han was able to not only follow up on the conversation but also express his own opinions. It's really rare to find such a young man with broad knowledge and good manners!
He finally understood Mr. Wang Chang's love for talent.
"Jingle Bell!"
A bell rang outside. Wang Sixue listened carefully, and his smile, which had never stopped throughout the whole process, rose a little more.
"It's been so long without me noticing. Come with me, little friend. I'll take you to the classroom!"
Wang Sixue even changed his address, which was enough to show how enjoyable the chat with Xiao Han was.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Han stood up and walked towards the teaching building.
"Next time you come over, I'll arrange a separate office for you to take a break when you're not in class."
Wang Sixue led his people out of the office building and walked towards the art department next door.
Along the way, you can see many students coming out after class, talking and laughing in groups of three or five.
When passing by a few people, he greeted Wang Sixue with a smile.
From this, Xiao Han knew that Principal Wang Sixue was doing a great job.
If your attitude is too kind, people will think you are taking advantage of them; if your attitude is too tough, people will think you are cold and difficult to approach.
It is always harder to be respected than to be feared.
"That's? Hanbao?"
"Impossible? They just look alike. How could Hanbao come to Huaqing University?"
"I haven't heard about any activities that Huaqing University is going to hold recently!"
"That's right, maybe I saw it wrong!"
Two female students from the Department of Communication looked at the people walking away, whispered a few words, and then put the matter out of their minds.
When organizing an event, the school will publicize it and also invite some upright artists without negative news to attend.
This is a supplement for students from the Department of Art, Department of Media, Department of Performance, and Department of Dance.
Inspiring dreamers.
The fifteen-minute break passed quickly, and more than forty students were sparsely sitting in the large painting classroom in the teaching building.
Nowadays, fewer and fewer people are interested in Chinese painting. Art does not make money, but those who really pursue art have money at home.
Huaqing University is the top university in Xia Country, and there are countless people there, both rich and poor.
Scholarships are also plentiful.
There are indeed some people who have no money but choose to take courses in Chinese painting.
The class taught in the painting classroom is Chinese painting. I heard that the school invited a professor from inside and outside to teach this course.
Occasionally, he would add extra meals, and when he was not there, he would still be the same professor.
"I don't know what the professor will be like this time?"
"I'm so worried. What if I fail the exam?"
"Alas, Chinese painting is not easy to learn. After more than ten classes, I still can't even distinguish the colors clearly."
"What about cinnabar red, ink blue, painting techniques, straight, turning, pressing, sideways, fast and slow? I thought I was listening to a book of God."
"Don't even mention it. I'm still confused about the types of brushes. Soft brush, hard brush, long peak, center peak. I only know that fountain pen is a hard pen."
"What soft brush? There are hard brushes, soft brushes and mixed brushes, long peaks, center peaks, you are worse than me."
Perhaps because it is difficult to distinguish, the number of students taking Chinese painting classes is decreasing year by year.
On the contrary, more people are learning pencil drawing, because you don’t need so many pens, just one pencil will do the job.
Wang Sixue led Xiao Han to the door. There were not many people there, probably because the teacher was not there. It was very noisy, as if the roof was about to be blown off.
“This is the classroom!”
Wang Sixue pointed to the label on the door, on which was written the name of the classroom. There was no name in the column for the teacher, and it was noted that the course content was Chinese painting.
Xiao Han looked at it and understood it at a glance. When she heard the sound coming from inside, a scene from her school days flashed through her mind.
Feel very cordial.
"What's the point of making noise?"
"Okay, everyone be quiet. This is the new professor Xiao. He will come once a week. Please cherish him."
"This is someone the old principal specially recommended."
Wang Sixue walked into the classroom, frowned slightly, picked up the blackboard eraser on the podium and slammed the table heavily.
A stern look swept across the entire audience.
Seeing the classroom immediately become as quiet as a chicken, he relaxed his brow and introduced Xiao Han in a few words.
So I handed the home court to her.
He shook his head, walked down the podium and sat in the corner, intending to support Xiao Han.
More than forty students looked at each other in confusion, wondering, "Mr. Principal, are you kidding me?"
This girl looks about the same age as them. Is she sure she is here to teach them? Not just to play with them?