Chapter 918

"An Jing!"

A young man with a crew cut, about 30 years old, who looked very energetic, shouted from afar and then walked over quickly.

"Teacher Hu!" An Jing greeted. "Didn't you go back to your hometown? Why did you return to school so early?"

Hu Minan graduated from the Oil Painting Department in 1988 and then stayed at the school to teach.

Since the day he came to the Academy of Fine Arts and met An Jing, he had started pursuing her.

Unfortunately, the falling flowers have intention, but the flowing water has no heart; An Jing just treated him as a friend.

And this guy always thought it was because he wasn't outstanding enough, so in his junior year, he participated in the International Oil Painting Exhibition and won the second prize.

Then he couldn't stop. Over the years, his fame grew, and he vaguely became a representative figure of New Realism painting.

But in the end, he found that even though his fame was growing, An Jing's attitude toward him hadn't changed at all, which made him very discouraged.

"Don't mention it. I just arrived home when I received a call from the department leader, asking me to come back quickly to participate in an art exhibition at the Century Altar. Originally, the one participating was Old Shao's 'Wheat Field', but the day before the exhibition, his son went to the studio and accidentally ruined that painting, so I had to come back and take that 'Old Summer Palace' to participate."

An Jing laughed out loud. "He prepared for this art exhibition for a long time. Didn't he cry?"

"No!" Hu Minan also laughed. "Because he received an art exhibition invitation from the California Institute of the Arts."

An Jing was stunned. "Old Shao's luck is really good enough."

"Indeed!" Hu Minan nodded. "I'm even a bit jealous."

"By the way!" An Jing looked at Zhou Andong. "Let me introduce you. Hu Minan, a teacher in the Oil Painting Department. He is from Jiangzhou. You two are fellow townsmen."

Zhou Andong was really a bit surprised. He put the bag he was carrying on his shoulder on the ground. "Hello, Teacher Hu, my name is Zhou Andong."

Zhou Andong didn't let An Jing introduce him, but reported his name directly and reached out his hand.

At first, Hu Minan really didn't take Zhou Andong seriously; it was really because of his outfit, which was too misleading.

Now hearing Zhou Andong's self-introduction, Hu Minan sized him up, and then his eyes lit up.

"Chairman Zhou, it really is you." Hu Minan shook hands with Zhou Andong. "You are the pride of our Jiangzhou people. I drink Jiang Xiaobai now; I don't drink other wines no matter how good they are."

Zhou Andong said with a smile, "I'm just an ordinary businessman. To talk about the pride of our Jiangzhou people, it has to be you. What is this place? It is the art palace in the hearts of Chinese people. You are a teacher here, solving puzzles and teaching students. I can't compare with you."

"Alright, you two stop blowing each other." An Jing introduced Zhou Anqin again. "Zhou Anqin, Zhou Andong's sister, a new student in the Design Academy this year."

"Hello, Teacher Hu!" Zhou Anqin bowed obediently.

"Good, good, good!" Hu Minan really didn't expect that Zhou Andong's sister had been admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. "Let's go, I'll take you to report."

"If you have something to do, go first." An Jing refused. "I'll take her to report."

"Alright!" Hu Minan nodded helplessly, then shook hands with Zhou Andong again. "Chairman Zhou, come often when you have time, I'll treat you to a drink."

"No problem!" Zhou Andong said. "For our Xiaoqin, Teacher Hu needs to take care of her."

"You don't need to say that." Hu Minan looked at Zhou Anqin. "Just because we are fellow townsmen, I have to take care of her."

"Then that's it!" Zhou Andong said. "You go get busy, I'll come find you for a drink when I have time."

"Good!" Hu Minan waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Let's go over!" Zhou Andong carried the large bag and looked at the chubby girl. "Can you carry it? Do you need me to help?"

"No, no!" The chubby girl waved her hand hurriedly. "Inside is just bedding, it's not heavy, I can carry it."

The four people plus the chubby girl went to sign up.

………………

Outside the gate, a Mercedes-Benz stopped on the side of the road, and Song Ziyi and Song Zihui got out of the car.

Song Ziyi took out a cigarette and lit it in his pocket. "The artistic atmosphere here is still quite good, and the teachers and professors are all well-known figures."

Song Zihui said sarcastically, "Looking at this gate, I know how thick this artistic atmosphere is."

The two didn't rush in. Song Ziyi still had to persuade his sister. If she was always so awkward, it was very likely to spoil things.

Not far away on the side of the road, an Accord was parked. Zhao Hong was sitting in the driver's seat, He Ze was sitting in the passenger seat, and behind them sat a Yu Dabao.

Two days ago, Song Ziyi ran to the hospital entrance to squat again, and then was targeted by Zhao Hong and He Ze.

"What the hell is this guy trying to do?" Zhao Hong had a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes fixed on Song Ziyi and his sister.

He Ze snorted coldly. "At first he was following the eldest miss, then he quieted down for a while, and a few days ago he ran to the hospital entrance to squat again. Today the eldest miss is reporting, and he followed again. He definitely has bad intentions."

Yu Dabao pricked up his ears and listened from behind. "Brother Zhao, Brother He, is that guy going to do something unfavorable to Xiaoqin?"

"Yes!" He Ze nodded.

"Beat him!" Yu Dabao roared, pushed the car door open, and got out.

"Damn!"

He Ze and Zhao Hong cursed in unison, watching Yu Dabao rush over in a few steps, and then kick Song Ziyi fiercely in the lower back.

With a scream of 'Mom', Song Ziyi fell face-first. Before he could react to what was happening, Yu Dabao was already riding on him.

Immediately after, fists fell on Song Ziyi like raindrops. He felt that the pain in his body was not the pain of flesh and blood, but could drill into the bone marrow.

Song Ziyi screamed in pain and struggled desperately, but Yu Dabao was like a big mountain pressing on him, making him unable to move, and he could only lie there and take the beating.

"Ah!"

Song Zihui was scared silly. It took a long while for her to react. She clenched her fists, and a piercing scream tore through the sky above the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Help, help, murder."

Song Zihui's face was pale, and she wanted to stop it, but she was afraid when she saw Yu Dabao's fierce face, and the courage she had just gathered dissipated all at once.

"Help, murder..."

Many people noticed this, but they all stood far away to watch the fun, and no one came to help.

"Stop!"

The security guards of the Academy of Fine Arts ran out and roared.

Yu Dabao grinned at the security guard, then got up and ran. This kid was silly, but he had some brains. He didn't return to the car, but ran along the road, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Hong and He Ze looked at each other, unable to laugh or cry, then pushed the car door open and got out, walking over.

"Brother!" Song Zihui helped Song Ziyi up. "Are you okay?"