The story of the egg?

After hearing Zhou Ming's words, the five students from the Fashion Design Academy were confused. They couldn't understand at all. Are they doing fashion design? Why are there eggs? And seeing how you can take out eggs so calmly, I'm afraid you have already prepared them!

Zhou Ming obviously saw their doubts on the stage, and saw Zhou Ming gently put the egg on the table and said, "I have indeed prepared this egg a long time ago, because I know you will definitely question me. This egg is the explanation for you."

The five pairs of eyes below looked at the egg blankly. They were speechless. In their concept, the egg and fashion design really had nothing to do with half a franc. Now Zhou Ming took out this egg and was simply funny! Could it be that you believed the advice of a nutritionist and asked us to eat more eggs to supplement protein so that our minds could be smarter?

Facing the suspicious gaze below, Zhou Ming shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you don't understand anything!"

The five students from the Fashion Design Academy felt a pain, especially the Laurent, who was praised by genius. Zhou Ming's regretful sigh obviously reminded him of the unpleasant memories of being slapped in the face two days ago.

I think this guy can convince Teacher Antilles to come back to the world, so he must have some skills, but he doesn't know what conspiracy he has prepared for us today.

For some reason, Laurent suddenly had a bad premonition when he heard Zhou Ming.

Then Zhou Ming continued, "You don't understand the eggs, I think you must have heard of the name Da Vinci. That's a legendary figure who could not be surpassed in the Renaissance."

"We know eggs, and we know da Vinci, but I don't understand if you ask these two things at once. Do you want to tell us that this egg was eaten by da Vinci or the same age as him? Then I think I can try to believe it." Someone in the audience replied, his intention caused others to laugh.

The story of Leonardo da Vinci painting eggs is well-known in China, but it seems that this is another lie in primary school textbooks. At least judging from the reactions of these students, this story is not that well-known.

"I don't know if you have heard a story. When Da Vinci first learned painting, his teacher would always draw an egg for him. Later, Da Vinci complained that drawing eggs was too simple and he wanted to draw something more difficult. But then his teacher told him that drawing eggs is not that simple, because no egg is the same, and the purpose of drawing eggs is to find out the characteristics of each egg and describe it."

Zhou Ming finally said: "So it was the foundation that laid the foundation with this egg painting. Later, no matter what he painted, Leonardo da Vinci was quick and good, and became a master of his generation."

Laurent first reacted: "So Mr. Zhou Ming, you want us to keep making these shirts, T-shirts and jeans, just like Da Vinci's egg painting, to lay a solid foundation for us, right?"

Zhou Ming nodded with a smile: "That's it, so please make more different shirts, T-shirts and jeans. You are the best students of the French Fashion Design Academy. I believe you will do it! And I can promise you that the fashions you make will be reviewed by Mr. Antilles himself, and some of your ideas will also inspire Mr. Antilles!"

Originally, these students had some doubts, but when they heard Zhou Ming's words, they immediately became excited. One shouted that he would definitely make better fashion, even if it was just the most ordinary shirt, T-shirt, jeans!

Inspiring the enthusiasm of these students, Zhou Ming and the little girl Boya left the room.

The little girl stared at Zhou Ming with beautiful eyes wide open. Zhou Ming was very uncomfortable being looked at. She also looked at her and asked, "Do you like me? Otherwise, why are you staring at me all the time?"

Zhou Ming's sudden words scared the little girl. After all, the little girl's face was not as thick as Zhou Ming, and her pretty face turned red with shame. She said cowardly: "I haven't been staring at you, a bad guy. I'm just curious why you can be so shameless. Facing these students, they actually lie after lie, and they will never give up until they achieve their goal."

Zhou Ming shook his head: "This is a lie of kindness. Because we really need to stabilize their emotions, some things are necessary. Otherwise, wouldn't Mr. Antilles really have to design these shirts and jeans of different styles?"

Originally, the little girl wanted to refute Zhou Ming a few words, but after hearing what he said, she would not say anything anymore. Antilles was her idol, and she would never allow Antilles to be intruded by others. How could he allow Antilles to really go through those things? In contrast, he would rather do this now.

The little girl was stunned with dissatisfaction: "Hmph! Now you are proud, but I believe that your despicable tricks are only proud for a while, and they must not be able to last long. If you ask them to make shirts every day, they will definitely have some opinions!"

Although the little girl was just an angry word, it came true the next day.

The next day, when the five students came to the studio in Antilles on time, facing the fabric of the shirt, T-shirts, and jeans, they immediately complained again.

"Damn it! It's these stupid fabrics again, and I'm already full of shirts and jeans!"

"Who said no? Even the homework I handed in class today turned into shirts and jeans. My tutor thought something had happened to me and almost took me to see a psychiatrist. After all, this kind of thing is not available. What we want to design should be the kind of famous works that are valuable on the runway, rather than the street stall goods that can be bought with just a few francs!"

"It's fine if it's just street stall goods, at least there are many types of street stall goods, okay? This is clearly the cheapest garbage among street stall goods!"

Just as these people were complaining, Zhou Ming walked in at the right time. He looked at the five people with a smile, and his eyes made them, especially Laurent, feel creepy.

"You seem to be in a mood again, right?" Zhou Ming asked.

They all complained just now, but now when facing Zhou Ming's sudden question, they looked at me and I suddenly didn't know how to answer, and finally they pushed Laurent forward.

"Mr. Zhou Ming, I think we shouldn't waste time on these shirts and jeans anymore, because the plasticity of these things is very limited, and what we should do is better fashion," said Laurent.

As Laurent said, others also agreed: "Yes, we are here to be an assistant to Teacher Angeles. We can't stand these things all day long. Please let us design other things. I can guarantee that we can make very beautiful fashions. No matter what style you ask for, please believe that we are the best in the French Fashion Academy..."

Listening to what they said, Zhou Ming nodded with a smile, and he took out another egg from his pocket.

"Do you know the story of eggs?" Zhou Ming asked.

Faced with this problem, Laurent and the others were stunned for a moment, and they looked at each other.

"I'm going, why is this damn story again? Why do I feel familiar in this scene? Did I travel through time? If I remember correctly, it seems we just heard it yesterday. Are we crazy or this guy crazy?"

They all knew nothing about it. Boya, a girl hiding at the door, also widened her beautiful eyes. She was still going to see what else Zhou Ming would do. It turned out to be the same story? What else do she expect from him in vain? This guy is so hateful. Did he treat others as a fool?

Zhou Ming, however, ignored the confusion of these people, continued to tell the story of Da Vinci painting eggs.

"So do you understand? Every egg is different. Naturally, no pair of shirts and jeans designed should have their own characteristics. Since Da Vinci can do it, why can't you do it?"

At the end of the talk, Zhou Ming waved his fists: "So come on, I believe you will definitely do it well. I believe that you are the future stars of fashion design. The chief designers of LV, Givenchy and Chanel are waving to you!"

Laurent and four other classmates were breathing rapidly. Although this was not the first time they heard this story, they were still very excited.

Maybe... can you really give it a try?

This idea made them start a new day of work. Zhou Ming walked out of the room and saw the stunned little girl Boya at the door. Zhou Ming asked her: "You dare to peek at me here. Little girl, are you really in love with me?"

The little girl reacted and she spat hard on Zhou Ming: "I'm so shameless!"

The little girl pointed to the room and said, "I just want to supervise what you do here. After all, this is the teacher's studio. I don't allow you to do other things under the teacher's banner!"

Zhou Ming shrugged: "Okay, then have you discovered what I did?"

The little girl subconsciously shook her head and said no, then immediately corrected it: "You are so hateful! It's still the story yesterday, it's really uninnovative. Are you planning to talk about the end of the world in a story?"

"I said it because it was useful. If he could always be effective, I wouldn't mind talking about it forever." Zhou Ming said.

"You are so shameless! But I believe those classmates are very smart and will not be fooled by you all the time!" The little girl snorted with a angrily wrinkle on her little Qiong nose.

This time the little girl did say it again. After all, this is yesterday's story. Yesterday, she only had a one-day period of limitations. Today, only two hours later, Zhou Ming heard the complaints from the studio again.

He raised his head and happened to see the little girl's provocative look: "How is it? I just said there will be such a result."

Zhou Ming pinched her deliberately raised Xiao Qiong's nose: "I'll just tell stories again."

The little girl was crazy about slapping Zhou Ming's savage hands. She was surprised to hear him say this: "Why are you really planning to tell this story of drawing eggs? Do you really need a story to conquer the world?"

"I said that I want the effect, I don't care how bad the story is."

Zhou Ming said, playing with the egg in his hand, but he was making other plans in his mind.
Chapter completed!