Zhong Chen looked at the person in front of him, with complex emotions surging in his heart.
He hasn't fully confirmed that the other party is the master, but his heart is moved again and again.
In case Qi Linqing is not Fu Yi...
Although this possibility is very small, it still makes him feel uneasy.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
He suddenly put down his chopsticks, turned around and walked downstairs to the cafeteria.
After entering the bathroom, Zhong Chen stood in front of the sink and washed his face.
The cold water drops hit the hot cheeks, and the temperature dropped a bit. He looked up at himself in the mirror and gradually calmed down.
He can't quite confirm his emotions just yet.
It's better to do this first, keep a distance, and continue to confirm cautiously.
What's more, Qi Linqing's appearance doesn't seem to be interesting to him at all.
Zhong Chen secretly warned himself not to sink deeper and deeper.
He suffered such a severe loss in his previous life, and he never forgot Fu Yi in his life.
Now, he must stop the loss in time.
"Brother Zhong? You're here too." Feng Jiaqing's voice came from behind.
Zhong Chen turned around and glanced at him, then nodded lightly.
Feng Jiaqing worried: "Brother Zhong, are you sick? Your face is so red."
Zhong Chen: "..."
calm. He kept taking deep breaths, telling himself to calm down.
Class D classroom in the afternoon.
The sun shines through the windows, making it a drowsy afternoon.
The weather is too hot, the air conditioner is turned on in the classroom, and the electric fan above the head is also whirring. The buzzing of mosquitoes can be heard from time to time.
Qi Linqing was sitting at the easel.
He bent down and rinsed the barrel of the pen with water from the blue bucket.
Later he is going to practice an oil painting.
Zhong Chen stood up and walked to him to help squeeze the paint.
During this period of time, Qi Linqing ordered Zhong Chen to do it, hoping to cultivate his sensitivity to paint.
Therefore, Zhong Chen formed this habit every night.
Qi Linqing looked up at him and said, "Leave me alone."
Zhong Chen pursed his lips, "It's okay, I'm idle and bored now anyway."
"Uh..." Qi Linqing stared at the paint tray in his hand and whispered, "You squeezed the wrong paint. I'm going to paint oil later, not gouache."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Qi Linqing: "Ask me in advance next time, okay?"
Zhong Chen was startled by the other party's gentle tone.
"Oh... ok. Sorry." He took a half step back.
Only then did Zhong Chen realize that he wanted to keep a distance from the other party at noon today, but he unconsciously approached him again.
He didn't understand why this happened.
"It's okay." Qi Linqing smiled at him, and said, "Just watch me mix the paint from the sidelines, and I'll teach you slowly later."
Zhong Chen lowered his eyes, "Yes."
The weather was very hot, and Qi Linqing was still carrying a thermos. He is not used to drinking ice water, and there is always scalding hot tea in his cup.
Halfway through the painting, Qi Linqing unscrewed the cup and took two sips, only to realize that the tea had bottomed out.
"I'm going to get some water." He got up and said.
"Let me help you." Zhong Chen took the cup in his hand and said, "I've been sitting for a long time, and I just want to take a walk."
Zhong Chen already knows how much hot water he likes to drink, and every time he pours it, the score is not bad.
Before Qi Linqing could refuse, he saw Zhong Chen walking towards the door with his own cup.
He had to sit down again.
behind.
Feng Jiaqing patted him on the shoulder and winked: "Brother Qi, do you feel that Brother Zhong is very duplicity?"
Qi Linqing: "Huh?"
Feng Jiaqing: "It's just that he always treats you secretly, but he doesn't dare to show it clearly."
Feng Jiaqing always felt that Zhong Chen's twisted personality did not match his image of a cool guy.
But when he thought of the other party and Qi Linqing being together, he was inexplicably moved.
Could this be the legendary cuteness of contrast
Qi Linqing: "I know."
Feng Jiaqing was surprised, "So you know?"
Qi Linqing nodded.
Feng Jiaqing thought Brother Qi was quite dull. Unexpectedly, the other party saw all this in his eyes.
night.
It was late at night, and a dim warm yellow light was on in the dormitory.
After finishing their day of painting and learning, the two were ready to wash up and go to sleep.
Qi Linqing looked at Zhong Chen and said, "Go take a bath first, I'll clean it up."
"... oh."
Zhong Chen took a bath towel and a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.
Hot water poured down, blurring his face.
During the whole bathing process, Zhong Chen was absent-minded and kept thinking about a problem.
Finally he made up his mind, quickly put on his pajamas, opened the door with a bang and walked out.
"Let's sleep in separate beds." He said to Qi Linqing.
The other party's expression was as calm as ever, and he replied: "But the dormitory auntie said there are no vacant beds."
Zhong Chen gritted his teeth secretly, and said, "It's been almost half a month, how could there be no bed? She must be lying to us!"
Qi Linqing: "It should be impossible. She has no reason to lie to us."
Zhong Chen: "She may be afraid of trouble."
Qi Linqing nodded, stepped forward and patted his head reassuringly, and said, "Well, then go to sleep tonight, I'll ask her tomorrow."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Why does he always have the illusion of punching cotton in front of the opponent
No, this may not be an illusion.
Zhong Chen knew that he would think that the other party was the reincarnation of the old man at first, because Qi Linqing's words, deeds, and behavior style always gave people a feeling of being unhurried and as plain as water.
Normal young people will never be like Qi Linqing.
Qi Linqing: "I'm going to take a shower first."
"Um… "
Forget it, go to sleep.
Zhong Chen threw himself on the bed and rolled around, unsurprisingly, he smelled the familiar scent of white tea soap on the bed.
The taste is somewhat addictive.
He couldn't help hugging the quilt, buried his head, and sniffed it several times quietly.
This is Qi Linqing's quilt.
In fact, Zhong Chen knew in his heart that he proposed to sleep in a separate bed with the other party because he was afraid that his heart would be more violent.
When it was time to go to bed, Zhong Chen deliberately slept at the farthest corner of the bed on the left, deliberately keeping a distance.
Slap.
Lights went out.
The air is quiet. There are only a few rays of moonlight remaining in the room from the cracks in the curtains.
Zhong Chen curled up in the corner, tightly hugging himself into a ball.
He didn't sleep so carefully before, and it didn't matter where he slept on the bed.
But now, people have a lot of ambiguous ideas, and they see the world from a different perspective.
Zhong Chen wished he could soak his mind full of messy thoughts in the front-loading washing machine.
On the other side of the bed, Qi Linqing was completely unaware of Zhong Chen's thoughts.
He lay upright, closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
Qi Linqing usually sleeps very lightly.
Especially when sleeping with others, a turn over and a slightly heavier breathing sound are very likely to wake him up.
At first, Qi Linqing was still a little uncomfortable sleeping with Zhong Chen.
But during this time, he gradually began to get used to it.
Every midnight, the other party will automatically roll into his arms, like a little bear that can get hot.
No. Should be a koala type. The whole body will climb on him, clinging to him tightly.
After a while.
Sure enough, as Qi Linqing expected, the boy who was far away turned around again.
He gently pushed Zhong Chen's arm, but he couldn't push it. He was afraid of waking him up.
Qi Linqing was a little helpless, and finally let the other party hug him and continue to sleep as before.
In the past, Qi Linqing was always the first to wake up.
Then he would get up and wash up, then wake up Zhong Chen, and go for a morning run together.
But it was Zhong Chen who woke up first this day.
The morning sun shines through the curtains into the dormitory.
Zhong Chen slowly opened his eyes, subconsciously wanting to stretch.
etc.
He quickly realized something was wrong, and his expression instantly became stiff.
Zhong Chen looked down.
Why did he stick to Qi Linqing like an octopus?
He bounced away as quickly as an electric shock, thinking that fortunately the other party was still sleeping. Don't let Qi Linqing notice this.
However, the moment he avoided it, Qi Linqing also opened his eyes.
The four eyes are facing each other.
Zhong Chen: "..."
Zhong Chen: "Yes, sorry."
Qi Linqing looked at him and said, "There's no need to apologize. You do this every day, and I'm used to it."
Even in the case of being hugged by the other party, Qi Linqing can sleep peacefully. Sleep quality was not affected at all.
Zhong Chen: "..."
It turns out that he sleeps with someone in his arms every day?
Zhong Chen was even more embarrassed, wishing he could find a seam in the ground and sneak in.
Qi Linqing lifted the quilt and got up, put on the slippers and said, "Get up quickly, let's go for a run."
Zhong Chen peeked at his expression from the corner of his eye, seeing that Qi Linqing didn't seem to have any fluctuations, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the other party was a piece of wood.
Zhimo Studio is rich and powerful, not only built several classrooms and dormitories on the top of the mountain, but also has quite complete sports facilities such as playgrounds.
There is also a dedicated gym for students to exercise leisurely.
However, the students in the studio usually have to face a mountain of homework, and they often can't finish painting in the middle of the night. Few of them have the energy to exercise.
Over time, this so-called gym gradually accumulated dust, and the sports equipment inside also rusted and turned into a pile of scrap iron.
But all the teachers in the studio knew that there was a fitness freak in Class A.
This student named Yan Xia is 1.9 meters tall. It is said that he used to be on the men's sports basketball team, but now he has switched to art for unknown reasons.
He punches in the studio gym every morning.
According to Yan Xia's words, although the gymnasium in the studio is indeed a bit old and broken, it is not unusable.
On this day, the morning sun shines on the playground.
Yan Xia is wearing knee-length shorts and a jersey vest, and is doing stretching exercises at the entrance of the playground.
His bag was placed on the steps not far away. The transparent silicone water cup and three big meat buns were his breakfast.
There is a white egg drink in the cup.
In all fairness, Yan Xia actually looks pretty good. Inch head, handsome and profound facial features.
He was popular with many girls when he was on the school basketball team.
In addition, Yanxia's family background is superior.
It's not an exaggeration to say that his athletic appearance and external conditions are a dish in the eyes of some people.
Many people, including Yan Xia's parents, couldn't figure out why he came to study art.
Although Yan Xia's academic performance is quite poor, even if he doesn't want to take sports in the future, it is more reliable to apply for a model major than to learn painting.
Yan Xia ran around and, as usual, squinted to see the two teenagers not far away.
He used to run with Qi Linqing.
But since the last two weeks, Qi Linqing has brought this boy with him.
"Hi." Yan Xia ran over to greet them along the way.
Under the sun, he and Qi Linqing were almost at eye level.
It was also the first time that Yan Xia met a boy who was about the same height as him, so it was inevitable that he would become interested in him.
"Good morning." Qi Linqing nodded slightly at him.
Zhong Chen looked at the two of them, a little surprised.
Because Yan Xia looked muscular and very big, but Qi Linqing was not at a loss when standing beside him.
Even taller than Yan Xia.
Is this genetic inheritance? Zhong Chen remembered that Qi Yingjun was also very tall.
"I bought breakfast, do you want to eat?" Yan Xia asked beside Qi Linqing.
Qi Linqing: "No need, I'll go to the cafeteria with Zhong Chen later."
Yan Xia raised his eyebrows, lingered in front of the two of them ambiguously, and said:
"Are you really a couple?"
Qi Linqing frowned, "No, we are just friends."
Zhong Chen had vaguely heard rumors about him and Qi Linqing from the outside world, but no one had ever dared to say such things in front of him.
Probably the deterrent power of the original headmaster was too deep.
But Yan Xia is an outsider, and those who don't know are fearless, and are not afraid of Zhong Chen like others.
The corner of Yan Xia's mouth curled up, thinking that it seemed that he had a chance.
"So you're single?" he continued.
Zhong Chen's face immediately turned down.
Dare love this muscular man has been thinking about Qi Linqing.
Qi Linqing didn't answer, and speeded up his running, quickly leaving Yan Xia behind.
Zhong Chen chased after him.
"That guy is interested in you." Zhong Chen said.
Qi Linqing looked serious: "Well. But now is the time to study, and I don't think his thinking is any good."
This tone is like that of the dean who fell in love with classmates early in the education age.
Zhong Chen: "..."
Why does this person reveal a strong old cadre style even when dealing with emotions
Zhimo Studio basically has a small test every two weeks for the class, and a big test for the whole school every month, and they are divided into classes again according to the results.
At the end of the summer vacation, there will be a larger studio joint exam in City B.
This exam has a higher gold content, and it is often possible to judge and estimate the score a student can get in the joint exam.
The students at the bottom of Class A were nervous. Because if you don't notice for a while, you may fall into Class B.
The students in the class below are thinking about how to climb up.
The teachers in the studio office have been discussing this exam early.
But the center of the topic was mostly about Qi Linqing.
"Hey, do you think Qi Linqing can be promoted to Class A this time?" A teacher in Class B asked.
Pan Xuehai: "Nonsense."
If he didn't enter, Pan Xuehai felt that no one deserved to enter Class A.
However, compared to the teachers' affirmation of Qi Linqing's painting skills, outside students don't know that much.
Even Tang Gula, Gan Yishan and others were skeptical of Qi Linqing's western painting level.
After all, everyone is saying that Qi Linqing is a beginner, a beginner in Western painting, no matter how talented he is, he only learned it for a month.
But Tang Gula and Gan Yishan both hoped that Qi Linqing could enter Class A.
No matter what their thoughts are, the ultimate goal is the same - to want to be classmates with Qi Linqing.
There are also people like Liu Ping who don't believe that Qi Linqing can enter Class A at all.
"If Class A is so easy to get into, we don't need to study hard day and night." Someone sarcastically said.
Who knows the pain of painting until dawn every day and watching the sunrise.
They have paid a huge price to get to where they are today.
Not like Qi Linqing. He came here not only to paint, but also to fall in love with Zhong Chen (Da Wu).
Time passed by, and soon it was the day of the monthly exam.
Self-studying early before the exam, Feng Jiaqing felt a little lost for no reason.
He knew that with Qi Linqing's level, he could definitely enter Class A, but he couldn't.
The other party taught him how to draw during this period of time, and he was a little bit reluctant to part ways so soon.
Feng Jiaqing patted Qi Linqing on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't forget each other, Gou Fugui."
Qi Linqing: "Your current level should be able to be promoted."
Feng Jiaqing spread his hands, "But I can't be promoted to Class A."
He still has this self-knowledge.
Qi Linqing thought for a while and said, "If you have any questions, you can ask me anytime."
Feng Jiaqing: "Okay! Thank you Brother Qi, hehe, I invite you to dinner. I will make a round lunch for you in the future."
Qi Linqing: "No need."
Beside, Zhong Chen who heard what they said also felt a little anxious for no reason.
He doesn't have such a strong talent in painting, if he can't get into class A... won't he be farther and farther away from the other party
etc.
He seems to have forgotten something.
Zhong Chen suddenly realized that he had decided to keep a distance from Qi Linqing in the near future.
Eight in the morning.
Everyone took their painting tools and entered the examination room one by one.
The so-called examination room is actually an ordinary classroom, but with some changes, the easels are placed neatly.
The invigilators are also familiar faces, saying the same thing:
"The mobile phones must be handed in uniformly."
There are also some old fritters who still have spare machines in private after handing them over, which is useless.
The signal jammer was turned on in the classroom.
Moreover, Zhimo Studio is very strict about the supervision of the monthly exam, and the two invigilators will walk around and check almost non-stop.
First exam sketch.
Feng Jiaqing was still trembling slightly nervously, but when he saw the title, the person in this photo, Qi Linqing, happened to let him practice drawing two days ago!
He was very happy, and quickly took out the sharpened pencil and eraser in the box, and prepared to write.
It seems that Qi Linqing's devil-style training that made him draw until midnight was really useful.
Isn't this a blind cat meeting a dead mouse
On the other side, the same is true for Zhong Chen.
He was slightly surprised. Encountered a familiar topic...
The classroom in the examination room was very quiet.
In addition to the teacher's footsteps back and forth, there is only the rustling sound of the pen tip touching the paper.
The order of the examination room was randomly arranged by the teacher, and Qi Linqing was assigned to an examination room that was different from the two of them.
Gan Yishan and Tanggula were sitting not far from him.
Gan Yishan traced and drew on the paper very seriously.
But Tang Gula seemed a little restless, and he kept glancing at Qi Linqing from the corner of his eye.
He looked at the tall figure of the boy sitting by the window, with his white shirt tied to the top, only half of his white and slender neck exposed.
Qi Linqing's back was straight, and her black hair cast a faint gray shadow on her ears.
The other party's innate ascetic temperament...it's hard not to let people think about it.
Tang Gula swallowed subconsciously.
Look at his fingers holding the pencil again, they are long and clean, with well-defined joints.
Although Tanggula couldn't see the sketched figure on the snow-white drawing paper at a distance, he could tell from the rough outline that the other party's drawing was definitely not bad.
"Student Tang, don't miss out." The invigilator who passed by him reminded.
Tanggula felt embarrassed about being bumped into doing bad things, so he hurriedly looked away.
There is a time limit for the sketch test.
When the point is clicked, the invigilator will remind everyone to put down their pens.
The invigilator in this examination room was the class B teacher who had previously doubted Qi Linqing's level of western painting.
Because of this, he deliberately paid more attention to Qi Linqing.
When passing by Qi Linqing's side, he will inevitably pay more attention.
The teacher was taken aback when he saw the sketched characters on the other party's drawing paper.
He had seen Qi Linqing's color paintings in the office before.
But when I saw it with my own eyes, it was still hard to believe.
This 1V1 painting technique of restoring photos and absolutely securing a high score came from the other party? !
This teacher is teaching class B sketching and sketching. It was precisely because of his expertise that he was even more astonished.
Could it be that Qi Linqing is really, as rumored in the office, the ultimate genius in the painting world
When the exam is over, the invigilator collects the papers.
He couldn't help but look at Qi Linqing several more times.
The students present discussed the topic just now while leaving the field.
Gan Yishan came over and asked Qi Linqing: "Do you think today's sketch is difficult?"
Qi Linqing: "It's okay."
Gan Yishan knew that Qi Linqing had just learned western painting. But with such a strong foundation of traditional Chinese painting, it should be easy for him to learn any kind of painting.
"Come on for the exam in the afternoon!" she said.
Qi Linqing nodded at her, "You too."
Seeing that many people came over to say hello to Qi Linqing, Gan Yishan realized that although Qi Linqing had a serious and cold personality, he seemed to be very popular in the studio.
Sketch and gouache are tested in the afternoon.
Qi Linqing is better at these two things and likes them better.
He enjoys the feeling of being immersed in painting. But drawing sketches for speed is always over soon.
He was sitting on the easel, brushing and drawing, unaware that the invigilator behind him was stunned.
This invigilator was teaching Class C, and he didn't have much contact with Qi Linqing, and he had only heard that he was a genius in the office.
However, seeing each other's paintings face to face, the class C teacher understood what kind of genius he was.
Whether it is sketch or gouache, they all show the strong artistic talent of young people.
The toned shadows are sharp and detailed.
Even the typical model paintings printed in art examination textbooks are probably nothing more than this.
The class C teacher even stared carefully to find the flaws in the other party's painting. Even a little.
But he soon discovered to his horror that he couldn't find even the slightest flaw!
What is this concept? !
The other party's paintings are perfect.
…
teacher's office.
After the monthly exam, the studio teachers were busy grading papers.
Appreciating and judging paintings is a matter of strong subjective initiative.
Therefore, in order to be fair and just, each painting will go through the hands of at least three teachers, and the average score will be taken after confirmation.
Finally, they have to re-schedule according to the overall score.
"This sketch is not bad." Pan Xuehai nodded and scored 85 on the test paper.
He looked behind his back to see the name, Feng Jiaqing, it turned out to be drawn by their class D students.
The teacher in class C joked: "Mr. Pan, you wouldn't let the water go because of the students in your class, would you?"
Pan Xuehai snorted softly, patted the drawing paper on the other party's table, and said, "If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself. Is this sketch worth 85?"
Class C teacher looked down and was speechless.
The sketch in front of me is indeed of a good overall level.
In the end, the unified scores were judged, and this student named Feng Jiaqing actually got a high score in the middle and upper grades, and he could go straight to class B.
Being able to skip two classes in a row after just one month of study is enough to prove that the other party has a talent for art.
But Qu Jing, who was also favored by Pan Xuehai and Han Shi, could only be promoted to Class C.
"Look quickly! There are two students in class D whose scores can be promoted to class A!!" A certain teacher suddenly brought over the schedule form excitedly.
Pan Xuehai had a vague premonition in his heart, and asked, "Who?"
After the exam, everyone felt different.
"Student Qi, do you feel that you have encountered a bottleneck in painting?" Qu Jing stepped forward and asked the other party.
He has been troubled by this a lot recently, so he wants to hear what this genius thinks.
Qi Linqing was cleaning the paint tray at first, when he heard this, he raised his head and asked in surprise, "What is the bottleneck period?"
He has been painting for so many years, and he has never heard of a bottleneck period.
All progress happens naturally and naturally.
Qu Jing: "..." Numb.
Seeing Qu Jingda's shocked appearance, Qi Linqing suddenly realized something was wrong.
It shouldn't be a good idea to say that.
So Qi Linqing nodded, and added: "Well, there are."
But Qu Jing still felt as if his heart had been stabbed invisible.
After all, a fool can see that the other person's expression and hastily added words are comforting himself and making him feel better.
Is this the world of geniuses? He thought in a daze.
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