Finally, she drove to the street near Min Zhijun Studio, found a parking space, and walked over.

As soon as you enter the gate, the lights inside are brightly lit, and the yellow and white lights fall on the paintings on the walls, making the place look like a museum that opens at night.

She walked slowly in and saw Min Zhizhao wearing a casual suit in the transparent studio, standing in front of the podium, holding a sculpture in her hand, and there were about a dozen students sitting in front of her.

Zhimian suddenly thought that he had fewer courses on painting, so he would also have to make up for his professional knowledge in the future.

In the classroom, Fang Jianan, who was sitting on the far right, turned around casually and saw Zhimian standing outside. His pupils shook and the brush in his hand accidentally fell to the ground.

She bent down and picked it up, and saw a man coming out and taking Zhimian away.

Outside the classroom.

"Teacher Zhiqiu at first, please go to Teacher Min's office to wait first. He will be over in about ten minutes." Min Zhizhun's assistant looked at her with a smile.

Zhimian nodded, "Okay."

Zhimian was taken to Min Zhizhuan's office and sat down on the sofa. The assistant poured her a glass of water.

She thanked her for taking it.

After waiting for ten minutes, the office door was opened. Zhimian turned around and saw that it was Min Zhizhuan. She quickly stood up.

"Hello, Teacher Min--"

Min Zhizhi walked in and his eyes fell on her first.

Zhimian was wearing a contrasting sweatshirt today, and the jeans were tightly wrapped around two slender and straight legs. The exposed ankles were as white as snow. The beautiful peach buttocks were exquisitely curved. Upwards were the pure and bright face.

Min Zhizang smiled slightly and put the courseware in his hand on his desk, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Soon." She paused, "The teacher still has class tonight?"

"Yes, our studio has recently held a training class, which is designed specifically for light and shadow for comics. If you are interested, you can come and listen."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

But she has been busy recently and probably has no time.

Min Zhizang took off his glasses and wiped them. He asked, "How is the drawing of the competition?"

"I've already drawn it, but there are still some areas that are not sure what to do."

Min Zhizun put on his glasses and turned to look at her. The mirror reflected a faint light under the light.

He casually unbuttoned the blazer, took off, leaving only a gray shirt, and then walked towards her, pointing to the sofa, "Sit down, take it out and I'll take it."

Zhimian nodded, sat down and went to the bag to get the tablet. Min Zhizun sat down on the sofa next to him, picked up the tea on the table and drank it.

A knock on the door sounded.

"Come in."

The office door was pushed open, Fang Jianan walked in, saw the two people inside, and was stunned and could not speak for a moment. Min Zhizang looked up at her: "What's wrong?"

She opened her lips and reported: "Teacher, the classroom outside has been cleaned up."

"Okay, all the other students have left?"

"……Um."

"Then you go back first."

Fang Jianan stopped her palms behind her and pursed her lips, "Teacher, I want to stay and draw for a while. Today's task has not been completed yet."

A wrinkle appeared on Min Zhi's brow and quickly dissipated. He met her gaze and said word by word: "It's okay, it's enough to be here today. Go back early to rest."

Fang Jianan glanced at Zhimian.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Fang Jianan swallowed her lips and finally lowered her eyes, "Okay."

“Go out and bring the door.”

She walked out of the studio, turned her head and looked at the closed office door, and a little sweat had already oozed out of her palms.

After packing her schoolbag, she finally walked to the lounge area next to the office. Just as she was about to sit down here, the phone in her bag shocked.

Pick it up and look: [Nan Nan, come back quickly. Your father said his heart was a little uncomfortable and wanted to take him to the hospital.]

Fang Jiannan frowned: [Okay, I'll go back soon.]

She got up, finally looked at the office next to her, closed her eyes, and finally turned around and left.

The studio is very quiet.

There are only two people in the office.

After Zhimian took out the tablet, Min Zhizhi's eyes fell on her. The next moment, he got up, walked to the sofa beside her and sat down, "Let's take a look."

The two were only one arm apart. Zhimian felt it was a little close, so he sat a little bit aside and handed the tablet out: "Teacher Min, look."

Min Zhizang glanced a few times, was suddenly stunned, attracted by her works.

After watching for a long time, he looked up at her: "Did you create it independently by yourself? Or do you ask other teachers?"

Zhimian didn't know what it meant: "I drew this myself...what happened?"

Min Zhizhong nodded, "This cartoon is very well drawn, and I can't tell that it looks like a work that you are of your age. It has depth and is better than my group of students. If I were a judge, I would like your work."

Zhimian was encouraged and raised his lips, "Thank you, teacher."

Min Zhizhun's eyes fell on her fair neck, and he smiled and said, "There are some details. I think it will be more perfect if I improve it. I'll tell you."

He sat closer to her and pointed at the tablet, "First of all, the first act, it's best if a child appears first..."

Zhimian looked down at the tablet and felt the man leaning towards her and approaching her very close to her.

A survey said that the distance range of individuals is at least 40 centimeters, which is usually the spatial distance between conversations with friends or daily contact between colleagues.

But at this moment, Min Zhizhun's approaching has broken through the appropriate distance between normal social interactions.

Zhimian suddenly realized that it was strange in his heart. He didn't know if he was thinking too much. He moved a little to the side quietly, trying to keep a distance, but the man always approached without hesitation.

"Zhiqiu, how did you design it here?"

He asked.

Zhimian looked at the tablet, "That's how I think..."

After she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Min Zhizhuan's eyes falling on her, with appreciation and a little smile, but it made people feel meaningful.

Min Zhizun was slightly out of his mind, then came to his senses and nodded: "Then follow your design."

After Min Zhizhuan finished speaking, Zhimian smiled lightly: "Thank you for your advice from the teacher."

He raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, "You are a good seedling. If you train them well, you will be a malleable talent."

She was stunned for a moment, and smiled with her eyelashes.

He looked at her and smiled:

"Zhiqiu, the teacher likes you very much."

His hand then rested on the sofa behind Zhimian and approached her, "Are you interested? Come to my studio to work?"

Zhimian met his gaze, and in an instant, she realized something and her heart hopped.

She quickly moved to the side, "Teacher, thank you, but my knowledge is still quite weak at the moment and may not be competent."

Min Zhizhun's eyes darkened and he was about to speak when the phone rang.

The top of the page is "wife".

He was stunned for a moment, then stood up, "You sit down first, I'll go out and answer the phone."

"good."

He walked out of the office, and Zhimian suddenly felt his heart being pressed down and his heart was unstable.

Just now she stepped back step by step, but he got closer step by step.

She is not a fool, not that she cannot detect this special and subtle atmosphere.

But she couldn't believe that Min Zhizhuo was such a person...

She put away her tablet, stood up and took out her cell phone, and the first thought in her mind was to find Duan Zhuo.

She clicked on WeChat and entered a few words: [Where are you, Duan Zhuo…]

Before she could finish losing, her eyes suddenly became dark.

The entire studio was pitch black.

It's like falling into an abyss.

Outside the office, Min Zhiqian stood in front of the switch, then looked up at the dark surveillance camera.

Zhimian looked at the dark office and was startled. His mind was blank for a moment. The next moment he heard a faint voice from outside the door:

"Zhiqiu, the studio has a power outage..."

Zhimian turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, held his bag, and walked out quickly.

She pushed open the studio door and saw another light and shadow five meters away. Min Zhizun walked towards her with a flashlight and was looking at her.
To be continued...