The next day was Sunday, and Lin Yuan went to work as usual.

However, at Qinzhou Art Academy today, the Department of Fine Arts has ushered in a collective examination.

The exam time is one day.

Morning watercolor, afternoon sketch.

This day's exam not only challenges students' painting skills, but also challenges the physical strength of the art tutor-

The art tutors need to give students good grades on the same day so that they can be announced directly the next day.

Time is tight.

After the exam, the students finished their work and returned to the dormitory.

However, the tutors of the art department had to stay in the office to work overtime to correct the test papers.

It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that the tutors of the Department of Fine Arts completed the score one after another.

In a large office in the Department of Fine Arts.

Kong An, a professor in the painting department, stretched his waist and said with a smile: "It's finally over. Have you noticed that the students' sketching grades this semester seem to have improved a lot?"

"Yes."

Kong An's words aroused the sympathy of all sketching tutors.

Anyway, the test paper has been revised, and everyone chatted while waiting for the final statistics of the scores:

“The progress is indeed quite big.”

"I made up 100 paintings and encountered more than a dozen particularly good sketches, which were at most three or five before."

"The results are recorded next door. I guess the average score of the sketch this time is much higher than last semester."

“…”

One of the sketch teachers said: "Isn't there a child in the painting club recently doing paid sketching teaching? This year, the overall sketching performance of the art department has improved. I think he has made a contribution."

"I heard about it, too."

A female sketching teacher who was drinking coffee said, "We have a student with a very poor sketching foundation. After learning it from him twice, his level has improved significantly."

"I heard that the teaching person is also a student, and it is not from our art department."

The teacher who was drinking coffee said regretfully: "I am so good at teaching, and my sketching skills must be very good. Why didn't I apply to our art department at the beginning?"

"There's still this?"

Kong An couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

As a professor in the art department who specializes in sketching, he rarely teaches students in person.

Occasionally, teaching students is also a very large open class. There are too many students to face. It takes half a day to just call them, so I don’t know this situation.

"I heard from the students."

The sketch instructor by the window smiled and said, "The child seems to be named Lin Yuan, a sophomore composition student. Recently, he has been going to the painting club to pay for teaching every day. His price is not cheap."

Kong An asked: "How much does it cost?"

Someone replied: "Five hundred and one hour."

Kong An was stunned: "Good guy, I'm only tutoring for students, but it's only 1,000 yuan per hour..."

As a professor of Qin Yi, Kong An’s professional title is there, and he specializes in sketching. He is also a well-known figure in the painting world, so he dares to charge one thousand yuan per hour!

As a result, a student who has not graduated yet dared to ask for a price of 501 hour?

Is it cheaper for yourself?

Or is that student charges too exaggerated?

Is this a student in our art department a fat sheep?

Noting Kong An's dissatisfaction, the coffee-drinking instructor sneered: "It's definitely not comparable to Taishan Beidou in your industry, but that child does have two tricks. Many students have improved greatly after learning from him. As a result, it feels quite worth it to charge 500 hours."

Kong An slightly emphasized his tone: "No matter what, he is just a student, and this kind of atmosphere is not good."

"Sure enough, Professor Kong, do you think so too?"

Beside Kong An, a male sketching teacher snorted: "Actually, I don't like this, so why don't you come forward to criticize me and stop it with your status, you can definitely eliminate this phenomenon."

This male sketching teacher doesn't like Lin Yuan very much.

Because one time during the break, he heard several students discussing that his teaching level was not as good as Lin Yuan.

I am a senior sketching tutor, and I am so angry that I am not as good as a sophomore.

"Old Gao, what you said is wrong."

The coffee-drinking instructor frowned and said, "It is a fact that Lin Yuan has indeed improved his sketching grades. Moreover, the students spend money on his teaching classes voluntarily. They didn't steal or rob them. What's wrong with it?"

"It's just some examples."

The male tutor, known as Lao Gao, said lightly: "You don't have to amplify the credit of that student. The one-on-one teaching model can indeed quickly improve students' grades in the short term when your own sketching level is pretty good. But we are teachers, and we have to teach students in a whole class. This is the overall view that we should have as sketching tutors. Do you only teach one student in class?"

The coffee-drinking instructor ignored him.

Lao Gao was bored and his face was a little stinky.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a staff member said, "Professor Kong, the results are well calculated, please take a look."

"Um."

Kong An took the score sheet and glanced at the top 50 of this exam. He suddenly asked: "Is there a system problem? Why is there an L behind the student's name?"

"It's not a system problem."

The staff member smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know why. Anyway, many students with good grades added this letter to their names in this exam. I can't compare the student ID to confirm it, so I just recorded it according to the names written by the students."

Kong An said dissatisfiedly: "Nothing."

The coffee-drinking teacher said, "Let me see."

Kong An gave her the transcript.

When she looked at it for the first time, she was confused, but when she looked at it for the second time, she seemed to suddenly understand something, and said laughing and crying for a moment: "I seem to understand. You can take a look, and you can also claim their respective students by the way."

What's going on?

Still claiming students?

The other mentors couldn't help but be curious, and they took the transcript and started to read it. After taking it for about a few seconds, everyone's expressions became strange.

"What's wrong?"

Kong An felt inexplicable.

What other mysterious code can the letter "L" be?

A teacher said awkwardly: "The third student with the letters is Zhong Yu, who is a student in our class... He seems to have... taken Lin Yuan's teaching classes many times..."

The second teacher said: "The fourth place Pang Bo is from our class, and he has also taken Lin Yuan's teaching class."

The third teacher said: "This is the sixth place..."

"And this eighth place..."

"Well, there is still ninth place and tenth place."

“…”

Among the top 50 students in the transcript, thirty-nine people added the capital letter "L" to the back of their names.

Kong An was a little anxious: "What the hell is going on?"

The coffee-drinking tutor finally finished drinking the coffee in one sip: "Professor Kong, this group of students is really a bit nonsense. All the students who add letters to the names have one thing in common, that they have all taken Lin Yuan's teaching class!"

Another instructor interrogated: "L, I'm afraid it's Lin Yuan."

This situation is a bit embarrassing. Most of the students in the top 50 in the sketch exam were actually taught by Lin Yuan?

"I see."

Kong An took a deep breath, looked at the transcript and said, "I'll go find the principal."

The sketching instructor Lao Gao also said excitedly: "We must find the principal! This group of students is too lawless! Especially Lin Yuan! This is simply despising our art department!"

"What did you say?"
Chapter completed!