Chapter 148

The next day, I woke up early in the morning. I went to bed very early yesterday, so I woke up today, full of energy. I didn't get up early to ruin my day.

Moreover, the weather is neither cold nor warm, and I don't want to stay in bed too much.

After all, someone once said that quilt is the grave of youth.

Therefore, as the flower and bone of the motherland and the hope of the future, we should try our best to restrain our desire.

So, I decided to go to bed early and get up early in the future, so that I can be in good health, in good spirit, and eat well.

In fact, the second night, I had forgotten my own heroic words.

However, we dare not forget the reason why we got up early with our three roommates today - we have to have class

We can't get up early without profit, but we can't get up early without class.

The reason why we are so excited in the early morning, apart from the reason that we have classes this morning, the most important reason is that this course is our favorite one.

The history of Western art sounds like a boring course.

At the beginning, when we scrambled for classes, our school network collapsed, so we had to pick up the leak.

Originally, the four of us, have been holding the death, every class must skip the mood to choose this course, as a result, this class, the first class, it successfully attracted us.

First of all, the teacher in class is very young, and his voice is very gentle, which gives people a feeling of spring breeze.

What's more, our course is relatively flexible. We don't need teaching materials. There are no teaching materials at all. The teaching content depends on the teacher's mood.

Happy to show us the video, usually class, but also to enjoy western art, film and television works, let us feel the Western cultural characteristics.

What excites us most is that in the first class, the teacher said that there is no final exam for this course. As long as we reach the last week of the exam, we can write a final paper and hand it in.

There is no final exam. Is there any better class than this? The answer is: No.

What else can we say when we find such a good one? Fortunately, we don't have one.

Even if I went to university, I always wanted to work hard to get scholarships. Most of the evaluation criteria of scholarships are our performance points, that is, our achievements, and a small part is our comprehensive evaluation.

And this course, which does not need examination, undoubtedly saves us more time, so that we can have more time for final review.

So, since then, four of us in our dormitory have never been absent from the course of Western art history, and they have been listening to each class very carefully. Whether for our beautiful teacher, or for her humorous classroom atmosphere.

Every time the front row, four boys, listening to the teacher's lecture with relish, want to not mix a face familiar are difficult.

Today, the four of us, as always excited to wash, and then put on shoes to go out.

Go to the dining hall, a person carrying a fried dough sticks, excited to go to the classroom.

"Dan Jie, Hao Yu, Huang Ming, what will you teacher Feng talk about today? It's so strange ~" Liu Wei asked us excitedly as he nibbled at the fried dough sticks.

"I don't know. I'd like to know if we can watch the video today." I answered with a fried dough stick in my mouth.

"I'm also curious about what we're going to do today. I'm very interested in the wine culture of last class. " Jordan went on.

"I'm not curious about anything. I just want to see Mr. Feng. How can she have such an intellectual teacher? If only she wasn't a teacher." Huang Ming said, while YY teacher Feng.

For Huang Ming's YY, the three of us are very speechless.

Although Mr. Feng is really beautiful, he should have a figure, a small face, big eyes, a small mouth and a small nose. After wearing glasses, his face is even bigger. Typical oriental beauty, southern girl.

Moreover, many students really regard Mr. Feng as our dream goddess.

Of course, Huang Ming is one of them.

When we get to the classroom, it's about 20 minutes before class time.

The four of us walked towards our usual seats.

Sit down, put the bag, take out the book, four people only at the moment of action will be so consistent.

After that, the four of us took out our mobile phones, played games, read novels, read books, quietly waiting for the arrival of the teacher.

About five minutes later, Mr. Feng appeared in our field of vision.

Carrying their bags, with teaching equipment, elegant into.

It has to be said that Mr. Feng is a woman with great connotation.

Simple we, but don't know, after this class, our view of teacher Feng has changed completely.

We have always defined Mr. Feng as humorous, with an interesting soul, but with an inherent elegant temperament, belonging to the kind of goddess that can be viewed from afar but not blasphemous.It's time for class, and the students step into the classroom.

Today's class, originally, was very serious at the beginning.

Mr. Feng just showed us those foreign works of art.

From painting and calligraphy to sculpture, from concrete to abstract.

Style is from a small jasper, towards crazy, step by step.

Slowly, looking at the pictures, the taste began to change.

Although we all know that foreigners are more unrestrained and cheerful, what we have seen most in class is the statue of Venus with broken arms.

As a result, in this class, there were totally naked color paintings.

Shocked.

The girls in the classroom have begun to cover their eyes shyly, while the boys are in a commotion, looking at them with interest.

But teacher Feng on the platform is serious about foreign body art.

When we popularized foreign body art, we popularized the development of our country's body art.

China has always been a relatively conservative country, so it is not difficult to imagine that when foreigners regard nudity as an art, there are very few people in our country who can accept it.

It can be imagined that the development of human body art in our country is very difficult.

Even if the topic of this class is so embarrassing, Miss Feng still adheres to her teaching style, humorous and funny.

Accidentally, I started driving. Suddenly, I found that there was such a little yellow man in teacher Feng's heart.

Really, I was so shocked that I dropped my chin.

Especially when the picture shows the close-up of a special part of a boy or a girl, Mr. Feng stands on the platform and still has a serious class, seriously suspecting that the teacher I knew before is fake.

I drive when I don't agree with you, and I'm still racing. I'm really afraid of rollover.

I silently observed a circle of classrooms, found that girls either skip classes to the toilet, or they are playing with their mobile phones, if they ignore their red faces.

After all, this class is really embarrassing.

I admire Mr. Feng in my heart. Teacher, you are so open! You can drive without changing your face. It's an old driver after all.

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