Chapter 120: Drawing is just a hobby

　　 When everyone thought that Lin Yi was his own death, Wang Molin suddenly laughed, making no secret of his love for Lin Yi.
　　 "I like this guy."
　　His old man is now respected and respected, both in virtue and art, and naturally he has the capacity to embrace all rivers.
　　 Lin Yi's few words may be collisions for others, but for him, they are nothing more than children's jokes.
　　 And when Lin Yi turned around, when he saw Lin Yi's face and eyes, he seemed to finally find the person he had been looking for for a long time.
　　 Lin Yi's face is so young, she looks only sixteen or seventeen years old;
　　 Lin Yi's eyes contained a little vicissitudes of life, such a person must be very stable.
　　 coupled with his talent for painting, and he has hardly learned painting.
　　All four conditions are fully met!
　　 How can this not make Wang Molin happy?
　　 All the other students around were surprised: Is this OK?
　　 But the teacher seemed to understand something at this time. The look at Lin Yi also contained envy: Lin Yi is so lucky. I don’t know how many people across the country want to be the closed disciple of Vice President Wang but can’t. He just had a class when he was taken by Vice Dean Wang. I really envy people.
　　 Wang Molin looked at Lin Yi who was a little confused and said, "Lin Yi, would you like to learn Chinese painting and calligraphy with me?"
　　 As soon as this sentence came out, the teacher nodded secretly: I really thought well, and Vice President Wang really wanted to accept him as a closed disciple.
　　The other students were surprised, all with envy and jealousy on their faces.
　　The other people are basically single dogs. When they were still staring at the target, Lin Yi brought his family to school, and he was still such a beautiful family;
Now everyone else is thinking about which professor Fa'er wants to be a disciple. As long as they get on the boat of a certain professor, it will basically be a good time in the future. This guy Lin Yi only drew a sketch for the first time, and he was seen by Mr. Wang Molin. If he is hit, he must be accepted as a closed disciple.
　　 You know, how many people across the country want to worship Mr. Mo Lin as a teacher.
　　 As long as he becomes Mr. Mo Lin’s disciple, it is almost like being sent to college, and the rest will be smooth for the rest of his life.
　　 This guy really doesn't know what happened.
　　 Just when everyone was envious, and even when someone was about to drool, Lin Yi said leisurely: "I'm sorry, I think it's good now."
　　As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes widened again.
　　 "Is there anything wrong?!"
　　 "He refused?"
　　 "I went, and others were vying for opportunities that they couldn't get, but he refused!?!"
　　 "Is it crazy or is he crazy?"
The teacher beside him was also anxious for Lin Yi: "Lin Yi, do you know what it means to be a disciple of Deputy Dean Wang? You can learn the top painting and calligraphy skills, and your painting and calligraphy will be possible in the future. Exhibited in the Chinese Academy of Art, and possibly even in the world. You will get the top painting skills. Do you know how many people in the country and even in the world want to worship Vice President Wang as a teacher?
　　 Deputy Dean Wang waved his hand and prevented the teacher from continuing.
　　 He asked Lin Yi kindly: "Young man, why don't you want to learn from me?"
　　 Lin also glanced at Zuo Yiran next to him.
　　He came here to protect Zuo Yiran, and it’s more important that nothing protects Zuo Yiran;
　　 Besides, in his eyes, the most important thing is promotion, not painting or writing.
　　Cultural things are certainly important, but the virus will break out in two years. If you don’t get promoted as soon as possible to improve your own strength at this time, if you learn painting and calligraphy instead, it is really a problem with your brain.
　　 But he couldn't answer that way on the surface.
　　 He thought for a while, and said, "For me, painting is purely an interest. I have never thought about achieving some kind of achievement, or becoming a painter or calligrapher."
　　 "……"
　　 Lin Yi's answer made everyone want to trample him to death.
　　 For others, an opportunity that may not come for a lifetime, he even refused with this reason.
　　 Are you still a human you?
　　 Zuo Yiran was anxious for Lin, and at the same time worried that Wang Molin would be angry.
　　 But when she thought of Lin Yi's true identity, she was relieved.
The teacher sank and said, "Lin Yi, how can you be so presumptuous? You are disrespectful to Deputy Dean Wang! If it is only because of interest, not because of higher pursuit of art, don't Isn’t it better to come to the Academy of Fine Arts and just find a hobby class to study? Save time here!
　　 Teacher's tone is very severe.
　　Deputy Dean Wang is a person she respects very much, but Lin Yi refuses it repeatedly. How can this not make her angry?
Unexpectedly, the light in Wang Molin's eyes was brighter, and there was even a smile of relief on his face, saying: "Just for interest? Good, very good! Now many young people are too eager for quick success. Just thinking about how many tens of thousands of dollars a painting will sell. They completely regard painting and calligraphy as making money crafts~EbookFREE.me~ This mentality is a taboo for art! It’s not that you can’t make money if you engage in art, but if you are only profiting, it’s harmful to art. It is profitable. There are very few people who really engage in art for interest."
　　 When everyone heard this, they looked at Lin Yi with a little more envy and jealousy.
　　 Nima, what is this operation?
　　 So many people squeezed their heads and wanted to become Mr. Wang Molin’s disciples, but this kid would be appreciated by Mr. Wang Molin if he said anything casually.
　　What kind of world is this special?
　　 Lin also has no idea how famous Wang Molin is and how powerful he is.
　　 But this old man has such a fancy to himself, which makes Lin Yi very grateful.
　　 But he does have more important things to do, so he simply refused again: "I'm sorry, Vice President Wang, I really have no big ambitions. You should leave this opportunity to others."
After 　　 finished speaking, Lin Yi slowly packed up the drawing paper, pencil and eraser in the eyes of everyone trying to trample him to death.
　　 The words have reached this point, and Mr. Wang Molin can't force it anymore.
　　 He just sighed regretfully: "Oh..."
　　 I have been looking for a closed disciple for so long, and it is easy to meet one, but I still don’t want to learn from myself.
　　 How can this not make him regret?
　　 But if you really give up like this, maybe you will never meet a suitable person in your life.
In the end, when Wang Molin was about to leave the classroom, he turned around again and said to Lin Yi: "Well, you only need to come to me for three classes a week, and I will teach you everything I know. . How much you can learn depends on your understanding."
　　 Teacher was surprised when he heard these words: This is also OK?