Chapter 83

More than seven years ago, when Ba Zhiming was completely lost in the Russian language taught by his teacher in the Ukrainian university preparatory class, and spent his days only mingling with fellow Chinese students in their native language environment, he didn't understand this principle. That's why he aimlessly wandered and played around in that distant Eastern European city, determined to enjoy himself as a tourist even if he couldn't learn anything, until he stumbled upon the ubiquitous military clubs of the warrior nation, leading him down a path of no return as a professional.

Clearly, He Qing was a competent painting teacher. In the morning, he spoke confidently, and during the lunch break, he required each student to prepare drawing paper and a drawing board. Outside, in the passageway between the warehouse factories, he instructed the students to draw the perspective scenes they saw in front of them. Of course, the drawing boards, paper, and even the pencils were all purchased by the students themselves from the small convenience store inside the training institution.

Principal Wu, with his feather-plucking ways, made every penny, including from sodas and cigarettes...

This one-week perspective course not only cultivated the students' rational analysis of the scenes they saw and the application of perspective principles but also honed their painting skills.

At least by the end of the day, Bak felt that the crooked indoor scenes he had sketched in his PDA or notebook were as childish and ridiculous as the princess dolls drawn by elementary school girls.

He Qing's teaching method was simple: "No matter where you sit, you can always find the perspective relationship of the scene in front of you, where objects appear larger when closer and smaller when farther. If you can transfer the three-dimensional scene in front of you to a two-dimensional piece of paper, you have mastered this skill. This is a skill that will accompany your entire professional career, and you can practice it anytime. Of course, beginners can start with objects that have clear parallel perspective lines, such as roads, railway tracks, and buildings, and then gradually move to angular perspective. The learning process is long, and this is just a crash course..."

At the end of the class, the fat Wu came to the classroom to ask if anyone needed boarding services, offering a full range of accommodation and meals!

Bak couldn't help but want to pat the shoulder of this thirty-something boss and commend him for his talent, especially as he rode away on his white motorcycle, basking in the enthusiastic gazes of a few female students.

Feeling his legs go soft from riding, Bak thought that whenever he had free time, he should pick up Zhou Xiaoli from work. He really had nothing else to do.

However, as he left the training institution's warehouse area and passed by the entrance of the art college, he saw Fang Lingying standing by the roadside, wearing a short windbreaker and holding a box. Bak only needed one glance to realize that the box was about the size of a human head. No doubt, it probably contained a human skull!

Smiling, he coasted over and said, "Beautiful lady, do you want a ride on my motorcycle? It's free..."

Hearing the motorcycle's roar and turning to look, Fang Lingying finally recognized him: "You? Mr. Ba, where did you get such a... powerful motorcycle? Hmm, the helmet is also very stylish and cool!" She took a couple of steps back, scanning Bak with the same critical eye she used to examine skeletons on the operating table: "I feel like you've had a complete transformation..."

Furrowing her brow, she suddenly concluded, "Did the girl who sold you the house buy this new motorcycle for you? Are you two dating?"

A woman's sixth sense is quite magical, and a female police officer's sixth sense is probably twice as magical!

Even with his helmet on, Bak was taken aback and pushed up the visor: "Are you a forensic scientist or a detective?"

Fang Lingying laughed, "Did I guess right?" She held the small box with both hands, staring intently at Bak's eyes, as if trying to determine if he was telling the truth.

Bak nodded, "The motorcycle is indeed from her. She bought it to thank me for fixing her broken motorcycle. As for dating, she's a nice person, and if there's a chance, I might get to know her better."

Fang Lingying still smiled, "Then congratulations! Is the helmet new? Let me try it on. I've always thought wearing a helmet is a very cool thing." She then straddled the motorcycle without hesitation, wearing white seven-eighths tight jeans, so there was no need to worry about her legs showing. Bak still reached out to guide her, helping her step onto the rear footrest and sit correctly. The rear seat of this type of motorcycle was quite high, but Fang Lingying cleverly placed the small box between them, preventing her from leaning too much on Bak's back.

Bak helped her fasten the chin strap, "Where are we going?"

Fang Lingying was still getting used to the large helmet, "To the city criminal investigation team. My car is being serviced, and both front shock absorbers are problematic, so I decided to get it modified. I really like powerful things, and Zhou Xiaoli has good taste." This statement had a double meaning.

Bak revved up the engine, and Fang Lingying felt it more directly than Zhou Xiaoli: "That's right... this is what a motorcycle should be. Your old one was just a piece of junk, no confidence at all. Nice, nice, let me feel the speed..." But as soon as Bak accelerated to nearly eighty kilometers per hour, she quickly patted his shoulder, "That's enough, just a feel. Take it easy, take it easy. A normal speed of thirty to forty kilometers per hour is fine. I'm not in a hurry."

Bak laughed, "I am!"

Fang Lingying really could transfer to the criminal investigation department, "Going to pick up Xiao Zhou?"

Bak didn't deny it, "Since she bought the motorcycle, I should do something in return."

Fang Lingying's thoughts jumped, "Yeah, you should be more attentive if you're pursuing her. Hmm? Your previous BMW and Volkswagen weren't also given to you by some girl, were they?" She had been holding onto Bak's backpack but now grabbed the handles on the back of the seat, as if drawing a line.

Bak laughed heartily, "Do I look like a pretty boy?"

Fang Lingying mocked him, "Look at you now, dressed so neatly, with a clean and tidy shirt and jeans, you have a certain air about you. You're a different person from when you were grilling meat. Only someone in love would be like this." That was her reasoning.

Bak still laughed, and Fang Lingying challenged, "You probably wouldn't have bought this motorcycle yourself, so... do you have the guts to go past the car wash?"

Bak chuckled, "Forget it, you don't know that girl's fiery temper. Besides, I've already quit the car wash. What's the point of going there for nothing?" Unconsciously, he also liked to emphasize the key points.

Fang Lingying was surprised by his decisiveness, "Really? You started a home renovation training course?"

Bak finally got to counter, "Let's see what kind of training course you recommended... It's a complete scam. Luckily, I have a good attitude. If a poor person had to sell their pots and pans to attend, they would be in big trouble!"

Fang Lingying laughed heartily inside her helmet. She mostly understood the state of these makeshift training programs, but talking with Bak gave her a rare sense of relaxation and rapport.

Bak really avoided the car wash and real estate agency, but as they passed a one-way street, a gray-blue BMW SUV happened to be driving alongside them. Bak, without a helmet, and the girl with her head thrown back in a hearty laugh, along with the white motorcycle, easily became a focal point for the surrounding people.

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