The doctor sent a message at night as usual.
Seeing the message he sent, Qi Cheng suddenly remembered that he still had an alias, and that alias even added a group of lemons that complained about him.
He clicked on QQ to switch the trumpet, and as soon as he boarded it, the notification sound started to blare, and it rang for a while before it was completely quiet.
The administrator of [Online Lemon Group for Male High School Students] poked Qi Cheng privately and asked Qi Cheng to participate in the review. Only after passing the review can he stay in the group, otherwise he will be kicked out on Friday night.
It was very standardized, Qi Cheng pondered for a while, and asked: [How to review? ]
The administrator replied quickly: [We are simple, just to make sure that you really don't like Qi Cheng, just name any of his shortcomings, and give it if you are sure it is true. ]
Qi Cheng thought for a while, his fingers flew on the screen, [With all due respect, does he have shortcomings? ]
[The hand that lights the cigarette trembles slightly. JPG], the administrator said vicissitudes, [Otherwise, how do you think there are only less than 200 people in our group? ]
Qi Cheng grinned several times, and when he had laughed enough, he began to look for his shortcomings, [Last time he was held back by his Chinese and English skills in the exam, does this count as a weakness? ]
[Forget it! ]
The other party was very excited, [His grades have always been very good, I don't bother to ask for trouble, did he overturn this time? ! ]
Qi Cheng said sincerely, [English 109, Chinese 101, he wanted to rush into the top 10 of the grade, but failed when he overturned]
[…] The admin has arrived.
After dealing with the review, Qi Cheng exited the chat interface and was about to go to the group to have a look, when another message notification sounded.
[Qi Zhong: buddy]
Beep twice.
[Qi Zhong: You said you were Qi Cheng's classmate, right]
[Qi Zhong: Is he often absent from the classroom these two days? ]
Qi Cheng looked at the message on the phone, blinked his eyes, and replied: [What? ]
Qi Zhong simply asked directly: [Has Qi Cheng fallen in love? ]
fall in love
[Handsome as your husband: Who said he's in a relationship? ]
[Qi Zhong: So no talk? ]
Qi Zhong pulled the quilt up to cover his head, the faint light of the mobile phone screen shone on his face, and stared at the other party's news without blinking.
7, 8, 9, 10...
[Shuaicheng your husband: You can ask him himself, how would I know such a thing. ]
Qi Zhong stared wide-eyed, what the hell is this!
When he wanted to say something to the other party again, the other party showed that he was offline.
After staying at Jiang's house for two days, Qi Chengcheng went back to school.
He went straight back to the classroom, smiled slightly when Xia Li and Zhu Fan entered the classroom, and the two cried out in surprise.
"When I came back, I saw a newly opened Northeast restaurant outside the school gate," Qi Cheng said with a smile, avoiding their salty hands, "Don't make trouble, I invite you to go out for dinner at noon."
"Okay," Zhu Fan threw the school uniform jacket to him, "I said why did you ask me to bring the school uniform jacket, so I came back."
Xia Li, "We thought you wouldn't come back until the second class."
Qi Cheng was still wearing casual clothes, and among the crowd in school uniforms, he stood out like a beautiful scenery.
He took the coat that Zhu Fan threw to him, and put it on calmly.
Xu Ning in the front row secretly glanced at him several times, and suddenly felt a little sad.
At such an age, seeing such an outstanding boy is actually a very cruel thing.
The memory of youth will only make him more perfect, and even in the future, he will feel that everyone is inferior to him.
The more I think about it, the more difficult it becomes for reality.
noon.
Qi Cheng, Xia Li and Zhu Fan left the classroom and waited at the door of Han An's studio.
Their art teacher was commenting on the paintings. There were quite a few people around the front and back doors. Han An stayed behind the teacher and raised his hand to make a gesture for them.
Qi Cheng fell asleep just now, and now he can't recover. The broken hair in front of the forehead was pushed up, revealing the full forehead, and there was another red mark on the face, which was another kind of chic and unrestrained.
Xia Li and Zhu Fan let him stand alone when he was still sleepy, and they ran to the other side, so as not to set off the green leaves next to the flowers.
Three minutes later, the group of four walked out of the school.
The newly opened restaurant that Qi Cheng mentioned is nearby, with two floors, and the decoration is in line with the aesthetics of young people.
When the few of them had just walked downstairs, someone shouted, "Hello."
Smokey voice, hoarse.
Qi Cheng looked up.
There is a balcony on the second floor, which is full of flowers and plants. The colorful red flowers climb the railing, and a bright and lush waterfall hangs down.
Wu Yuan stood in the middle of the balcony, smoking a cigarette, looking down condescendingly.
His eyes were dark. After watching for a few seconds, he exhaled a puff of smoke and dropped a pack of cigarettes from his palm.
Qi Cheng stretched out his hand to catch it, and the cigarette case was just thrown into his palm. There was only one cigarette left in it, and five hundred dollars rolled together.
With the corners of his mouth curled up, Qi Cheng took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth. Looking up at the second floor, the cigarette moved up and down in his mouth.
When looking down from the perspective of the second floor, his handsome appearance at this time makes people feel blushing and heartbeating.
In the past few days, Wu Yuan was busy with his own affairs, rarely stayed at school, and rarely saw Qi Cheng.
Seeing it now, Qi Cheng has changed a bit.
Wu Yuan watched them enter the restaurant, shook the cigarette ash on his fingertips, and stood there for a few minutes before turning around and walking to the second floor.
first floor.
The waiter took them to the place, ordered a few dishes and reminded them, "We have a welcome event three days before the opening, and we can give you a homemade dessert. Which one do you want?"
None of the four present liked sweets, Qi Cheng refused, "No, thank you."
Before the dishes were served, Han An glanced upstairs and asked, "Why did you get involved with him?"
Wu Yuan's cigarette was not lit at all, he played with it between his fingers, "I met you before."
"He took the initiative to die and provoked Wu Yuan." Xia Li couldn't hold back, and told Qi Cheng and Wu Yuan about the murder caused by a cigarette, "As for the later, I don't know."
"Last time, I took the initiative to say hello to Qi Cheng outside the corridor, which scared me."
Han An poked Qi Cheng with his chopsticks, "This guy is not easy to mess with, he is a mess in the society. He fights and kills every day, and he smells like blood. Qi Cheng, don't provoke him."
Qi Cheng smiled, threw the cigarette aside, and stared at Han An with his chin in his hand, "I won't hire him."
"You bastard..." Han An, "I'm afraid you have already recruited."
Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows, the waiter brought out the dishes, and the few of them chatted and ate, because of the limitation of nap time at noon, they sped up the speed a little.
After half an hour, they got up and went out. Qi Cheng was paying at the door, and the cashier handed over a cake, "Handsome guy, your cake."
Qi Cheng said casually, "I don't need it."
"This is not the one that was given away," the cashier showed a embarrassed expression, "This is another customer who paid for it for you, are you sure you don't want it?"
Qi Cheng paused and took it from his hand.
There is a post-it note on the beautifully packaged cake box, the writing on it is cold and sharp, flying wildly.
[Second time, hi]
The first four words were cold and hard, but the last word broke the cold hard shell of the sharp handwriting.
[The school bully gave you sweets, do you want to accept it?]
[A. Compared to sweets, I want to know what kind of expression the school bully has when he buys me desserts]
[B. It's really... a bit foul and cute]
Qi Cheng looked around, but he didn't see Wu Yuan around. He tore off the post-it note and put it in his pocket, then mentioned the cake, "Say thank you to that guest."
When he came out, Xia Li and the others were still surprised, "Why did you take the cake again?"
The small cake is white and pink, Qi Cheng lifted it up to show them, and said with a smile: "Isn't it cute?"
"cute."
It looks sweet.
When they returned to school, they just started taking a nap, and when they woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
Qi Cheng had already slept through in the morning, and now he still looked extremely sleepy. He got out of bed, his eyes half-closed, followed the flow of people into the water room.
Xia Li said that he is a sleepy god, so it is really not wronged him.
Qi Cheng squeezed in front of a faucet, and the clean and cool water dripped down, and he splashed the water on his face.
The water room was filled with the smell of soap and laundry detergent. Sunlight shone through the three small windows, dyeing the drop of water on the tip of Qi Cheng's nose a golden color.
"This is Qi Cheng?"
"My tablemate said that only by undergoing plastic surgery can I be half as handsome as QAQ"
The sparse voice was blurred in the ear, and Qi Cheng brushed his hair back and forth with water-stained hands, completely waking up.
The roommates, who knew how sleepy he was, also took the opportunity to come over and wash their faces, and finally they didn't have to worry about him throwing their faces into the sink.
After two o'clock is the time when people rush to the teaching area. It is already mid-August, but the sun at noon is still extremely glaring. If you wear a school uniform jacket, you will be sweaty from the sun.
The school uniform of the No. 2 Middle School is pure white. Putting this color on a slightly shorter and fatter person is a real disaster. But if it's a clothes rack, it's bamboo clear, loose and thin, tall and straight.
Han An's studio is on the other side of the first floor. Qi Cheng and the others happened to pass by. When they reached the door of the studio, Han An stopped them, "Wait a minute."
He waved his hand and signaled them to come in and take a look.
There are about 30 students in a studio. This season is suitable for sketching, but Han An's art teacher is very strict. He gave up the beautiful outdoor scenery and asked them to copy according to the painting album.
Today I copy by hand, and the same printed photo is hung on more than 30 drawing boards.
"When you meet a bust, or a human head with a hand," Han An explained, "The ones drawn by our class are horrible. The last class in the morning is all about drawing hands, and the afternoon should be spent on hands."
He glanced at Qi Cheng several times, and suddenly smiled wickedly, "Qi Cheng, is this photo familiar?"
Those who are well-informed and active know that Qi Cheng has been a hand model.
But what is a hand model, what kind of photos are taken, and what needs to be done to take a good photo, these are all things I don’t know.
Others spread the word that Qi Cheng had been a model.
A close-up of a hand on a photo clipped to one side of a drawing board.
The background is pure black, only the hands are white, with distinct joints, and from top to bottom, they are casually holding a delicate and blooming rose.
A drop of transparent water dripped from the center of the flower, dripping round and smooth to the bottom of the photo under the black background.
Looking at the photos, it seems that these hands have a light rose fragrance.
This photo is in line with the aesthetics of art students, and it can also arouse the urge of art students to copy, but it is not suitable as a reference picture for learning how to draw well.
This is Qi Cheng's hand, a photo he took before.
"The people in the whole studio have studied this photo of yours thoroughly," Han An teased him, "How is it, how does it feel?"
"Why did you study it like this? You still draw so ugly." Qi Cheng looked at Han An's drawing board, smiled, raised his hand, and sent it to Han An in a casual posture, "Here, let you touch it. Research."