Chapter 96

Bak walked away on his own, having asked Fang Lingying to drive over. He then rode off on his motorcycle, even though Zhou Xiaoli’s warning was still echoing in his ears.

Fang Lingying was a good girl, at least from the limited time they had known each other. Compared to a high-level intellectual, Zhou Xiaoli seemed more genuine, and Bak knew his place.

Revisiting his dream of renovation, tentatively exploring love, and carefully simulating the battlefield, Bak was putting his heart and effort into trying to return to normal, to be a regular urbanite.

But things often don’t go as planned.

In the second week of classes, the teacher changed. A middle-aged man with a somewhat shifty look, he was thin and lanky. Standing next to the training center’s owner, Wu Xianhao, he made a stark contrast, but he clearly had more control over the class. He patted Wu Xianhao on the shoulder familiarly and walked in empty-handed, his sharp eyes scanning the training room. The few young guys who used to be rowdy didn’t dare to make a sound. His gaze also swept over Bak, but finding no signs of leadership, he ignored him.

He walked up to the podium, looked at the perspective drawing content left by He Qing on the blackboard, and the stack of perspective drawings on the podium. His face was full of ridicule, and he snorted disdainfully. All the students heard it, feeling collectively insulted.

“What the hell is Old Wu up to...”

Muttering to himself, he looked up at the students with various expressions but who dared not speak. “There’s no such thing as a crash course in interior design. The relationship between reality and illusion, the relationship between black and white—these simple cognitive relationships take undergraduate students a whole semester to learn. Your hand-drawn sketches are still wobbly... I won’t mislead you. Since you’ve paid, I’ll teach you some skills. Remember, they are skills, not design. I won’t even tell you my name to avoid embarrassment later.”

These words were truly venomous, openly belittling all the students, including Wu Xianhao, but no one dared to speak up. Nowadays, a college student pays thousands or tens of thousands of yuan for tuition for three to five years. Paying two to three thousand, what do you expect to learn?

You get what you pay for. What right do you have to argue? Maybe two to three thousand is just enough to learn some basic skills?

The middle-aged man was more skilled than He Qing, picking up the chalk. “In my class, besides paper and pen, you’ll need a ruler. If you don’t have one, go buy it. What the hell, no ruler, what design are you learning?” The classroom emptied out almost completely, leaving only... Bak and a girl.

Bak was serious. He had really followed the central ideas of the perspective drawing principles and techniques taught by He Qing, copying the perspective drawings he could understand. He had also copied the projection diagrams, perspective diagrams, vanishing lines, and inclined lines that He Qing had dismissed, drawing several of the ones he liked.

Not for any other reason, but because after school, he could walk home in a few steps without riding his motorcycle, not singing, not hanging out in bars, not playing video games, not dating, not watching TV. When Bak got home, he had nothing else to do but focus on something he liked, naturally finding joy in it.

So when drawing high lines and vanishing lines, he had already needed a ruler.

The girl, on the other hand, had brought a one-meter-long T-square, placing it silently on her drawing board.

The teacher pointed at the 30-centimeter ruler in Bak’s hand: “Are you planning to draw ants moving? Do you know that design drawings usually start at A3 size? A palm-sized ruler is for playing with dragons?”

Bak smiled, put down the ruler, and jumped up to buy a larger one. The expert was right, and it was worth the tuition. Bak had understood this principle seven or eight years ago, as such a casual remark back then was a matter of life and death.

So now he was very serious and ignored the unpleasant tone.

Honest advice is hard to hear, and this saying applies here as well.

When he came out and saw the students buying rulers from the training center’s small store, Bak made a gesture: “Small ones won’t do, need a big ruler...” Everyone turned around and rushed to buy a large ruler, each holding a T-square like a hoe, returning to the classroom. A few people muttered, “So big, it’s too inconvenient to carry every day.”

This was a difference in mindset. They didn’t consider what progress or knowledge this would bring them, but first thought about the inconvenience. Perhaps from the very beginning, their life paths started to diverge.

Back in the classroom, the teacher had already drawn a large, wobbly rectangle on the blackboard, boasting, “I’ve never drawn with chalk like this, you’ll have to make do...” No one dared to speak up. He Qing had drawn a large, precise rectangle to impress everyone.

He explained simply, “Try to draw it yourself. The outer frame should be thicker, the inner line thinner. This is the frame for a design drawing. Don’t ask me why, it’s just the rule. Draw a nine-grid box in the lower left corner for the design name, drafter’s name, and drawing date... This is the standard format. Depending on the complexity, the icons below can be expanded to a full column. Don’t know what a full column is? Draw it from left to right, and it’s a full column! You’ll mostly draw the simplest home design drawings, not complex ones. Don’t worry about complex things if you’re only eating steamed buns!”

The students, besides copying the design drawing format on white paper, could only listen in shock to the so-called teacher’s foul language and constant ridicule of these beginners trying to learn at a low price.

Bak’s reaction was similar to everyone else’s, but he was more accepting.

“Do you know how to draw a blank design drawing? Next is the basics of plan drawing. Do you know what a plan is? The previous guy talked about perspective drawings... Imagine looking down from the sky at the classroom, the walls, the walls, the door, the windows... This is a plan! Got it?” A few people understood, but Bak didn’t need to. He had always liked drawing plans. Occasionally, as a sniper or scout, he had to draw perspective and plan views, even though they were wobbly, he could still visualize them in his mind.

The teacher was losing patience, his foul language increasing: “What the hell do you know, learning for nothing...” He quickly marked the dimensions on the classroom plan he had drawn, then angrily threw the chalk, which hit the corner of the wall: “Alright! Today’s class is over! Each of you draw a classroom plan, with all the formats and dimensions...” He quickly walked down from the podium, looking like he would explode if he stayed any longer.

A student timidly asked, “What are the dimensions... we don’t know...”

The teacher was already at the door, turning back and shouting, “What the hell, don’t you know the dimensions? Can’t you measure? Do I have to teach you how to use a ruler? Your mother didn’t measure you when she gave birth...”

Everyone continued to listen in shock as his voice echoed through the warehouse-like corridor of the training center. Wu Xianhao rushed out from his office, pulling him: “Old Cheng, Old Cheng... calm down, come have some tea, tea...” He pressed down on Old Cheng’s shoulders, trying to calm him.

The thin teacher was dissatisfied: “What are you doing...” but was dragged into the office.

The students looked at each other, until someone stood up to measure the classroom with a T-square.

Bak shook his head and got up to buy a tape measure...

It’s no wonder he was so angry. If he were to train college students, it would probably be the same. It’s easy to lose your temper when facing a group of clueless, yet self-righteous amateurs. After a few words, you’d want to grab a gun and shoot!

The mentally ill man took a deep breath to calm his anger...

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