Capítulo 73: Chapter 73: A New Manuscript
Upstairs in the Painting Club was an independent office.
As the president of the Painting Club, Luo Wei had been absent for quite some time due to serious academic issues. To her surprise, as soon as she made an appearance at the Painting Club today, several students blocked her way to complain.
"Charging for teaching?"
Luo Wei found it intriguing and raised an eyebrow, "Who are they?"
The indignant students, filing complaints, spoke up, "Zhong Yu, Li Jia, and Zhao Yan, along with a few others, frequently participate in Lin Yuan's paid sketch teaching, corrupting the atmosphere of our Painting Club."
"How long has this been going on?"
"For over ten days."
Luo Wei pondered, "No wonder..."
The complaining students were taken aback. The president didn't erupt in anger. Someone couldn't help but ask, "No wonder what?"
Luo Wei glanced at the speaker, tapping her fingers lightly on the table, "No wonder Zhong Yu and Li Jia's sketch grades have improved so rapidly recently."
"What?"
The complainers were stunned.
At that moment, the vice president, Shen Liang, entered the room.
Luo Wei smiled at him, "You came at the right time. I heard that we have a sketch master in the Painting Club now, providing paid lessons?"
"Yes."
Shen Liang glanced at the complainers, "This doesn't violate our Painting Club's rules. Besides, I've investigated. Those who have undergone Lin Yuan's sketch training have improved rapidly. They willingly paid to enhance their skills, and the results show they haven't been deceived."
"I see. You all can go back."
Luo Wei looked at the complainers and said calmly, "Focus on your art. Perhaps it might help improve your skills. Such skilled sketch artists don't offer paid lessons for mere money. Or do you think Zhong Yu and the others are less intelligent than you? These guys are smart; do you think they'd pay for something without benefits?"
The complainers were silent, then left dejectedly.
Watching them leave, Luo Wei expressed interest, "It seems he's truly a master. Teaching for such a short time and significantly improving the skills of these guys. I must meet him after my makeup exams."
"Indeed impressive. I don't think anyone in our club has a higher sketch level than him."
Zheng Liang acknowledged, "Initially, I thought his paid teaching method was inappropriate. However, seeing how quickly those who studied with him improved, I realized maybe it's not about money; it's about making learners value the opportunity... By the way, president, with your severe academic issues every year, are you going to be held back? Will you become my junior next year?"
"Get lost."
Luo Wei rolled her eyes.
And so, the complaint storm ended.
However, the news that students studying with Lin Yuan saw a significant improvement in their sketch grades spread throughout the entire Painting Club.
Zhong Yu, in particular, proudly displayed his sketch report within the club, boasting about his enhanced skills and shamelessly declaring, "I am the top disciple of the master!"
All controversies about paid teaching disappeared. Lin Yuan suddenly became a sought-after figure in the Painting Club, with many eager to attend his classes.
Nobody is foolish!
Zhong Yu and his friends improved too quickly!
Even if someone were foolish, witnessing the improvement of Zhong Yu and others should make it clear how valuable Lin Yuan's paid teaching really is!
...
In reality, Lin Yuan's teaching level might not be necessarily superior to that of the experienced teachers in the school. School teachers have to handle too many students, with classes often comprising dozens of individuals, making individual attention nearly impossible.
Lin Yuan was different.
With a professional level of painting skill, his approach to one-on-one teaching was fundamentally distinct.
Lin Yuan understood this principle.
So, despite the increasing demand for his classes, with many practically scrambling to attend, he insisted on his one-on-one teaching strategy.
Teaching only one person to sketch each day was the only way to effectively improve the learner's skills.
In order to prevent the members of the club from trampling over his threshold, Lin Yuan made some adjustments:
He raised his prices!
Originally charging two hundred per hour, Lin Yuan's one-on-one teaching rate increased to five hundred per hour.
Among students, the affluent were indeed the minority.
With Lin Yuan doubling his teaching fees, many students decided to withdraw due to the increased cost.
Nevertheless, Lin Yuan continued to have a steady stream of students in the following days.
Even at five hundred per hour, there were still many students willing to foot the bill.
In addition to one-on-one teaching, Lin Yuan also conducted open painting sessions every day, much to the appreciation of the painting club members.
"This is like a public class for us."
"The master really takes care of us broke students."
"Yes, just watching the master paint teaches us a lot."
"I heard someone reported the master before. Luckily, the club president didn't say anything."
"..."
Although Lin Yuan hadn't been a member of the painting club for long, he unexpectedly gained a certain level of reputation. Whenever he painted publicly, club members would willingly bring him bubble tea, coffee, and snacks.
Lin Yuan was pleased.
He discovered that in addition to one-on-one teaching, each time he publicly painted, his reputation points would increase.
This made the progress of his mission quite satisfying.
As long as he continued to paint publicly and gained recognition for his work, achieving the system's requirement of one thousand reputation points was undoubtedly possible.
"Done."
Finishing today's public painting, Lin Yuan stood up and left amidst the admiring gazes of the club members. It was time to go home and rest.
It was almost the end of the month.
Lin Yuan hadn't forgotten that he still had to participate in the tribe's literary section competition, so tonight he planned to submit the short story he had already completed.
Whether he could secure the first place was uncertain, but Lin Yuan was quite confident about making it to the top three.
With these thoughts in mind, Lin Yuan returned home. Following the email provided by the tribe's literary contact person, he sent his selected short story.
At the same time,
One of the chief editors of the tribe's literature section, Wei Long, heard the notification sound from his email.
"Chu Kuang's manuscript?"
Wei Long got up and, with a hint of interest on his face, looked at the story titled "The Death of a Civil Servant" that appeared before him.
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