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

In today's Qinzhou Academy of Art, the Department of Fine Arts has ushered in a collective examination.

The test time is one day.

Morning watercolor, afternoon sketch.

This day’s exam not only challenges the students’ drawing skills, but also challenges the physical strength of the art teachers——

Art tutors need to give students' scores on the same day, so that they can be directly announced the next day.

Time is limited.

After the exam, the students returned to the dormitory.

The tutors of the fine arts department had to stay in the office and work overtime to correct the test papers.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that the instructors of the fine arts department completed the scoring.

Inside a large office in the Department of Fine Arts.

Professor Kong An of the Department of Painting stretched his waist and smiled: "It's finally over. Have you noticed that the students' drawing performance seems to have improved quite a bit this semester?"

"Yes."

Kong An's words aroused the sympathy of all sketch teachers.

Anyway, the test paper is finished, everyone is waiting for the final statistics of the results, while chatting:

"The progress is really great."

"I approved a hundred paintings, and encountered a dozen of very good sketches. Before, there were three or five at most."

"I have started to record grades next door. I guess the average score for sketching this time is much higher than last semester."

"..."

One of the sketch teachers said: "Isn't there a kid in the painting club who is teaching sketching for a fee? This year, the overall improvement of the drawing performance of the art department, I think he has a contribution."

"I also heard."

A female sketching teacher drinking coffee said: "There is a student in our class who has a very poor drawing foundation. After learning with him twice, his level has really improved."

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

The teacher who drank the coffee expressed regret: "I am so good at teaching, I must have a good level of sketching, why didn't I report it to our art department at the beginning."

"Is there anything else?"

Kong An couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.

As an art professor who specializes in sketching, he rarely teaches students himself.

Occasionally, classes are given to students, which is also a large-scale public class. There are too many students to deal with, and it takes half a day to name names, so I don’t know this situation.

"I listened to the students."

The sketch instructor by the window smiled and said, "That kid seems to be Lin Yuan, a sophomore composition student. Recently, he goes to the painting club to teach for a fee. His price is not cheap."

Kong An asked: "How much is it?"

Someone replied: "Five hundred and one hour."

Kong An was stunned: "Good fellow, I am tutoring students, and it only costs 1,000 yuan an hour..."

As a dignified professor of Qin Yi, Kong An’s title is there, and he specializes in sketching. He is considered a figure with a face in the painting industry, so he dare to charge 1,000 yuan an hour!

As a result, a student who has not yet graduated teaches sketch, dare to ask for five hundred one hour?

Is it cheaper to charge yourself?

Or is the student's fee too exaggerated?

Is this treating our art students as fat sheep?

Noting Kong An’s dissatisfaction, the coffee-drinking tutor sneered: “It’s certainly not comparable to the Taishan Beidou in your industry, but that kid does have two brushes. Many students have improved greatly after learning with him. In the end, I felt it was worth the fee for 501 hours."

Kong An increased his tone slightly: "In any case, he is just a student, this kind of atmosphere is not good."

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

At the side of Kong An, a male sketch teacher hummed: "Actually, I am not used to this. Or you can criticize it. If you come to stop it with your status, you can definitely put an end to this. phenomenon"

This male sketch teacher dislikes Lin Yuan very much.

Because once during class, he heard a few students discussing that his teaching level was not as good as Lin Yuan.

I am a senior sketch tutor, and I was said to be inferior to a sophomore as a sophomore.

"Old Gao, what you said is wrong."

The coffee-drinking tutor frowned, “It’s a fact that after Lin Yuan’s teaching, the students’ grades in sketches have indeed improved, and the students were all willing to spend money in his teaching classes. wrong."

"It's just a few cases."

The male tutor, known as Lao Gao, said lightly: “You don’t have to magnify the credit of that student. The one-to-one teaching model can indeed improve students’ performance in a short period of time when you have a good level of sketching, but we are teachers. We have to teach a whole class of students. This is the overall view that we should have as sketch teachers. Don’t you teach only one student in class?"

Don't ignore the coffee mentor.

Old Gao was boring, his face was a bit stinky.

At this time the door was pushed open, and a staff member said: "Professor Kong, the results are good, you can take a look."

"Ok."

Kong An took a look at the score sheet, glanced at the top fifty of this exam, and suddenly asked: "Is there something wrong with the system? Why is there an L after the student's name?"

"It's not a system problem."

The staff member smiled bitterly: "I don't know why. In this exam, many students with good grades added this letter to their name. I can't compare the student ID to confirm, so I just follow the student's writing. The name is entered."

Kong An dissatisfied: "Making a fool."

The coffee teacher said, "Let me see."

Kong An gave her the report card.

When she saw the first glance, she was also confused, but when she saw the second glance, she seemed to understand something suddenly, and for a while she couldn't say: "I seem to understand, you guys come and see, by the way, claim each other. s student."

what's the situation?

Still claiming students?

The other tutors couldn't help being curious. They took the transcript and looked at it. After a few seconds, everyone's expressions became weird.

"what happened?"

Kong An felt baffled.

What kind of mysterious code can this letter "L" fail?

A teacher embarrassed: "This third student with letters is called Zhong Yu, a student in our class... He seems... he has taken Lin Yuan's teaching many times..."

The second teacher said: "The fourth Pang Bo belongs to our class. He has also taken Lin Yuan's teaching class."

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

"And this eighth place..."

"Ah, there is a ninth and tenth place."

"..."

Thirty-nine of the top 50 students on the transcript have added a capital letter "L" to their names.

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

The coffee instructor finally drank the coffee in one sip: "Professor Kong, this group of students is really messing around. All the students who add letters after their names have one thing in common. They have all taught Lin Yuan!"

Another instructor said: "L, I am afraid it refers to Lin Yuan."

This situation is a bit embarrassing, most of the students in the top 50 sketch exams were actually taught by Lin Yuan?

"I know."

Kong An took a deep breath, looked at the report card and said, "I'll go to the principal."

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

"What are you talking about."

Kong An glared at Lao Gao, with a somewhat complicated expression: "I used my own power to raise the drawing grades of the entire art department. This is the first time I have met such a student after so many years. I also want the principal to transfer him to our art department!"