City: I, the Painter, Was Asked for Directions by the Military Flower at the Beginning

The beautiful girl from the music department asked me for directions, and I was stunned - her temperament didn't look like that of a student, but more like that of a practicing practitioner. She turned and walked away, her gait as neat as a march. I lowered my head to pack up the comic manuscripts, and when I raised my head, she came back: "Are you an artist?" I nodded, and she handed over a piece of paper: "Draw a portrait for me." On the paper was a figure wearing ancient clothes, and I flicked the tip of my pen - isn't this Zhao Yun from the Three Kingdoms?