"Of course." Death Shin-jun said seriously: "When Joelnell painted "Sleeping Venus", did Venus wear clothes? Did Michelangel painted Adam wear clothes? Did David carved him wear clothes? You have to figure it out, I didn't let you be a duck, I made you a model, what is a model, that is a very solemn and pure job, don't bring all the dirty things in your mind in it."

Zhao Yu was stunned for a long time, a little embarrassed, and a little guilty: "I don't mean that, I want to leave some shorts for me, after all..."

"You said you could devote yourself to art. Now you are just letting you be a model!" said Death Xinjun: "Do you know what art is? Do you have any respect for art?"

"Yes, yes, I have, I really have. I mean I can devote myself to art, but... I'm not a professional model after all."

"What is a professional model?" said Shin-jun: "You just need to take off your clothes and stand there, or sit, and then keep not moving around. That is professional, responsible, and dedicate yourself to art."

Zhao Yu nodded, gritted his teeth, and took off his underwear: "Okay! I'm going to do it. I'm just taking off my clothes. It's no big deal. But first, if you dare to play with me, I will never finish it with you."

Death Xinjun looked stern: "Hurry up, the students are waiting in a hurry."

Shi Xinjun walked into the human body painting room from the side door with naked Zhao Yu. Shi Xinjun walked in front: "Dear students, today we invited a classmate to be our model. We are from our Xiangxian Academy and my friend. Welcome everyone."

Zhao Yu showed a head out of the door and took a closer look. He almost passed away at that time.

The entire large painting studio was full of female classmates!

Zhao Yu's face suddenly turned red and his neck, sweat flowed down his forehead, and he stuttered: "Die...Die...Die, come here."

Shin-jun frowned and walked over: "So what's wrong?"

"Why are they all women?" Zhao Yu said: "Aren't you playing with me?"

Death Xinjun said: "Look carefully, there are male classmates, no, so what's wrong with men and women? Don't be so feudal. They have seen more naked bodies than you meet in nightclubs. I've been used to it for a long time, so hurry up and come in."

What else Zhao Yu wants to say? He died in a short step, and he spared Zhao Yu and kicked it down on his butt. Zhao Yu was unsteady and snatched it forward several steps before he could stabilize his body. Seeing all the artists looking at their faces silently, Zhao Yu squeezed out a smile and waved his hand: "Hi, hello everyone."

A female classmate smiled and said, "Is it the first time I'm a model? Don't be nervous, we are all professional art students, there is nothing to be ashamed of here."

Zhao Yu nodded and frankly, the girl's calm and gentle look made him feel a lot more relaxed. It seems that these girls, oh, were too nervous just now, and there were indeed male classmates who looked at him calmly, without the kind of sneering.

Shin-kun walked to the middle: "You are here, well, sit down, sitting will make you relax a little."

Zhao Yu walked to the middle and kept wiping his sweat.

Death Letter Jun said: "Okay, that's it, keep it. According to the rules, you have ten minutes of rest after fifty minutes. During this period, you should keep your posture and try not to move. Most artists hate unprofessional and moving models."

Zhao Yu nodded.

Zhao Yu looked down and almost fainted, but actually saw Qiu Yue Jingxiang.

Qiuyue Jingxiang probably never thought that Zhao Yu would take off all her clothes and come here to be a nude model for herself. Because of the embarrassing time before, she could not be as calm as others. Not only did she blush, but she also deliberately avoided Zhao Yu's gaze.

Made, since he has come, he just wants to fight.

Zhao Yu sat there, and then clapped his hands: "Start, everyone should cherish the opportunity. It is difficult to find models now. Zhao Yu's muscles are very beautiful. Everyone should pay attention to the changes in light and use their own ideas to reflect the beauty and majesty of the strong young human body."

Death Xinjun nodded to Zhao Yu and walked out.

Zhao Yu sat there and looked at the big windows with thick black curtains. The painter's main door was locked inside, and outsiders could not come in. Only the side door he passed through was still connected to Shi Xinjun's office, which looked very private.

For some reason, after more than ten minutes, Zhao Yu began to relax gradually. For a moment, everyone here did not have the shocking expression they imagined. On the contrary, everyone was very calm. No one was chatting, everyone was painting carefully. Of course, some people would come out, stand in front of them, pinch their chin and look at them for a while, not like looking at a man who was stripped naked, but like looking at a sculpture, falling into thinking.

Fifty minutes were faster than Zhao Yu thought. After that, everyone got ten minutes of rest time. Someone took Zhao Yu a brand new blanket. Zhao Yu tore open the packaging and put it on the blanket, and exhaled.

For an ordinary person, it is really stressful to let artists draw their bodies in such places.

The girl who had previously spoken to Zhao Yu walked to him and handed him a glass of water: "How is it? Do you still feel a little awkward?"

Zhao Yu smiled shyly: "Well, it's still... a little embarrassed."

"It's nothing, just get used to it." The girl said: "It's very difficult to find models now, especially male models. We have been painting old men and old women for several months. Haha, your appearance makes everyone very excited."

Someone came to express his gratitude to Zhao Yu one after another, which made Zhao Yu feel much more at ease. It can be seen that they are really obsessed with art. In front of them, they are probably just like doctors looking at corpses, and they look at them from a professional perspective with their hands.

The afternoon of the event ended, Zhao Yu breathed a sigh of relief. On this afternoon, he and Qiu Yue Shika had almost no communication. The two of them tacitly avoided each other and pretended not to know each other.

After walking out, Zhao Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "Hshen Xinjun, have you ever painted a human body?"

Death Xinjun said: "I have only started painting oil paintings recently, and there are very few. I have painted more Chinese paintings. If it weren't for the difficulty in finding models recently, I wouldn't have been difficult for you."

Zhao Yu nodded: "Where are those two girls?"

"Oh, they are outside, showing you clothes." said Death Xinjun.

Zhao Yu's eyes suddenly widened: "What did you say!?"
Chapter completed!