In August, the hot sun hangs high on the zenith, and golden light spreads throughout the earth.

The noisy cicadas were chirping on the willow trees outside the window. The sultry weather left the street empty, but there was a silence.

At this time, the somatosensory temperature outside had reached above 40℃, but Bu Fang felt a little cold.

Most of the reasons why it feels cold in summer are due to air conditioning.

But Bufang is not only because of the air conditioner.

Even more because he was not wearing any clothes.

This is the studio of Luocheng Academy of Fine Arts, and the air conditioning in the studio is very open.

But even in the studio, it should be in theory wearing clothes.

But Bu Fang himself is a model.

Naked model.

At this time, he was sitting in the middle of the studio in the posture of a meditator, bent forward and his muscles were tense. He put one hand on his knees and the other hand on his chin, and tried his best to show everyone his elegant muscle lines as much as possible.

If there is something like that.

"Hey, spread your legs a little, otherwise you won't be able to see clearly." Some of the students made such a sound.

It sounds like a girl.

Bu Fang couldn't help but sigh - As expected, most of the people who learn to draw are female hooligans.

Of course, these female hooligans are also their own parents for food and clothing, otherwise no one would pay their wages.

Bu Fang then spread his legs a little.

Well—It's chilly.

"Wow!" I don't know how many surprises and sighs came from all over.

"A little small."

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Putting on his clothes, Bu Fang received today's reward from the art teacher.

When a naked model earns 80 an hour, it is the job that Bu Fang can find the highest salary and relatively easy to work.

I worked for five hours today, so my salary was 400 yuan.

The four light bills can bring Bu Fang an unimaginable sense of satisfaction.

"By the way, Xiaobu, can you give me some suggestions?" the art teacher looked at Bu Fang and said.

"You said." Bu Fang said to the art teacher.

"You are very relaxed when you are a model. You are not as nervous or cramped as most people. You are a natural good model seedling." The art teacher looked at Bu Fang and said, without a doubt that she was the woman who has admired Bu Fang's body the most.

"But your expression is really too lacking. A micro-expression like a smile, a frown, and a purse of your lips almost does not exist on your face..."

"If I can make expressions, can I add more money?" Bu Fang interrupted the art teacher.

"This..." The art teacher thought for a while: "No."

"That's it." Bu Fang shook his head, then bowed deeply to the art teacher: "Thank you for your guidance."

When he raised his head, there was still no unnecessary expression on the man's face.

He turned and left, with a shabby white shirt, jeans, a pair of pirated sneakers, simple, thin, and a bit long hair that seemed to have no time to take care of.

The art teacher looked at his back and couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, most of the nude modeling industry are still held by older men and women. After all, people tend to take everything lightly when they are old, and young young people rarely come.

Of course—you have to add more money.

Bu Fang is 21 years old this year. He is young, full of muscles and a well-proportioned figure. He is the best model and his value is only a little worse than those beautiful girls.

Yes—three hundred apart.

They have three hundred and eight hundred an hour, and eighty an hour.

Walking on the road, Bu Fang was stopped again.

"Well, can you wait a moment?" A timid voice came from behind.

Bu Fang didn't wait.

He continued to move forward and grabbed the four hundred dollars of work today in his hand.

There is absolutely no good thing when you walk on the road and be stopped by others.

This is the lesson that Bu Fang has learned from his experience in the past twenty-one years.

"You are Bu Fang, aren't you?" The person behind him took two quick steps and stopped in front of Bu Fang.

This time, I had to stop.

Standing in front of me was a girl wearing a student uniform. The student uniform was very familiar with the school uniform of the Academy of Fine Arts. Could it be that she was also her own parents for food and clothing?

Her face was slightly round, her skin was white, her eyebrows were shallow, her nose was slightly raised, and her long black and shiny hair was just shawl, but her expression was a little cramped: "Well, Mr. Bu Fang, can you be my personal model?"

To be honest, this art student is almost the best girl Bu Fang has ever seen. In addition, the feeling of being a little nervous and panic now makes people feel unlimited desire to protect out of thin air.

Have such a girl really painted herself?

Bu Fang couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

"You want me to be a private model?" Bu Fang asked.

"Yeah." The other party nodded repeatedly, pressing her chest and introducing herself: "My name is Dong Shanshan. I am a student of Luocheng Academy of Fine Arts. I just finished Mr. Bu Fang's class today."

It sounds like a general teacher.

"My graduation work is "The Confused Man", but I can't find a suitable model. Today I took Teacher Bu Fang's class and I feel that you are the person I'm looking for." Dong Shanshan said softly: "So I want to invite you to my house and be my one-on-one private model, is it okay?"

"Wear fifty clothes, not one hundred clothes." Bu Fang skillfully quoted his own price. Because he went to private classes, there were certain risk costs, so Bu Fang increased the risk fee of twenty yuan.

Dong Shanshan looked at Bu Fang like she was looking at an alien.

Bu Fang - a good man with twenty-one spirits.

Dong Shanshan - an art student with a warm and beautiful appearance.

Dong Shanshan has never seen such a private lecture invitation before.

"This, I am still a student, and I am not financially prosperous. It takes at least ten hours to draw a painting. Can you be a little tolerant?" Dong Shanshan said in a coquettish sense.

Bu Fang looked at Dong Shanshan carefully.

Dong Shanshan felt like there was a chance at that moment.

But the next moment, Bu Fang ran away.

In almost a few seconds, Bu Fang disappeared from Dong Shanshan's vision.

Dong Shanshan was stunned and looked at the taillights of the other party for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh: "What the hell!"

Her eyes slowly became cold - why did my wish not work for him.

It seems that the only way to find new prey.

After saying this, she waited on the roadside again until she saw another young man walking over: "Well, can you wait a moment?"

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He almost got the witch's words.

Bu Fang was panting and still frightened while walking on the road.

In this world, what Bu Fang hates the most is the word "free".

And this Dong Shanshan actually wanted to have sex with her body with confidence.

This is really intolerable.

A large number of people suddenly appeared in front of him, and Bu Fang could only fill his steps. When he got closer, he found that someone was standing by the bridge and planning to jump down.

And under the bridge is the turbulent flowing water.

"Don't jump, think about your wife and children!" someone shouted loudly from the side.

Hearing this, the man's expression was a little painful, and his fear faded. He gritted his teeth and jumped down from the high bridge. Amid the screams of everyone, a splash of water splashed out of his body.

"It's really boring to jump now." Someone muttered, and after watching the excitement, he turned around and prepared to leave.

What a stupid person. The world is so beautiful, why do you have to jump on it?

Bu Fang said in his heart, and then continued to walk forward as if he was nothing.

But at this moment, a strong wind blew.

The four hundred yuan Bu Fang put in his trouser pocket was actually swept by the strong wind and flew out of Bu Fang's pocket.
To be continued...