"Isn't this your CP?" Zhao Ke jokingly approached Zhou Ziheng and showed him the photos and videos from his circle of friends. "Hey, he looks really good, he's better than the girls in our class. Much better."
"There are six women in our class." Zhou Ziheng sneered, lowered his head to continue the unfinished question, but he didn't put on his headphones.
"Oh, what I mean is that they are better-looking than the girls in our school, with fair skin and cheeks. Tsk tsk, can’t tell. I thought you were just ordinary fried xipi. I didn’t expect that the private relationship is so good. Look at you." Zhao Ke's brains are getting bigger and bigger, "Won't he prepare a loving lunch for you!"
Zhou Ziheng turned the pen with his fingers, put the pen on the table with a bang, and raised his eyes to Zhao Ke. Apart from other things, Zhou Ziheng’s raised eyes are definitely the best, exuding the pheromone of "I'm not easy to mess with," Zhao Ke immediately covered his mouth, "study, study."
Love box
With his craftsmanship, it is good not to poison people to death.
The strange thing is that Zhou Ziheng actually imagined Xia Xiqing holding a pink bento box and handing him the weird situation. As soon as the lid was lifted, there was a large group of black unidentified objects inside.
Crazy, crazy, what the hell are they? Zhou Ziheng held his forehead with his left hand, while holding a pen in his right hand, writing and drawing absently on the draft paper.
Why did Xia Xiqing come to their school? And I didn't tell him, obviously, I was still reposting the Weibo of the magazine's official blog just like myself.
Could it be true that it came to him
No, no, he must be uneasy.
"Hey, hung."
The mess of thoughts was interrupted by Zhao Ke's voice. Zhou Ziheng, who recovered himself, found that he had written a lot of Xia Xiqing's name on the draft paper, and he was frightened, so he quickly backed the draft paper and held it down. , "What, what's wrong?"
Zhao Ke took the pen and pointed to his calculation paper, "You can prove Bloch's theorem for me. I have proved it for a long time and it feels wrong."
Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief, took the calculation paper and looked at it for a while, then took off his baseball cap and buckled it on his head so as not to block Zhao Ke's vision.
"This proof process puts it bluntly. The most difficult part is the eigenvalue of the Hamiltonian. The amount of engineering is too large to find directly, so here we have to introduce a translation operator, because these two operators have the same eigenvalue. Function, and the eigenvalue of the translation operator is easy to calculate," he lowered his head, and carefully wrote the formula and the derivation process on the paper, "This is equivalent to saving the country by the curve. In fact, there is an assumption behind it, and it is a periodic function. It's almost there."
"Oh, understand, understand." Zhao Ke took the calculation paper, "Tianxiu, you, honestly explain, did you secretly make up lessons when filming!"
Zhou Ziheng murmured, "If I had a make-up lesson, would I still have self-study?"
Self-study...
It feels weird to say these two words now. Zhou Ziheng took the scratch paper with Xia Xiqing's name under the table quietly, and rubbed it as he thought about it. The fingers paused again, and finally folded a few times, and stuffed them into his clothes pocket.
Xia Xiqing, who was almost crumpled into a ball, finally came to the Academy of Fine Arts with the help of a large number of enthusiastic female students. His former deputy tutor, Professor Wang, specially found a student to pick him up. The student looked good and looked energetic. We greeted him very warmly as soon as we met.
"Brother Xi Qing, I heard Teacher Wang said that you were a man of the world when you were in Buddhism." The younger brother looked admired, "I have seen many of your previous works on Teacher Wang's computer. I really like it, especially It's the "Girl in the Boboli Garden", the painting is really too..." He couldn't find the exact adjective for a while, his face flushed, and his outstretched index finger held it excitedly.
Xia Xiqing thought it was funny, he reached out his hand to put the fingers of the younger brother back, and patted him on the shoulder again.
"thanks."
The younger brother’s face turned red, and he hurried to follow Xia Xiqing, “Brother, I watched your show, you are really amazing, and I really didn’t expect you to look so... so beautiful when I just watched your work before. "When the last four words came out, he suddenly felt a little guilty and his voice weakened.
He was a little afraid of embarrassment. After all, for most boys, being praised by another guy for looking good is not so happy.
Who knows that Xia Xiqing turned her head and showed a gentle smile at him, "Then I'm really honored, it just fits your aesthetics."
After being so dealt with by him, the innocent younger brother was completely fascinated, and excitedly and embarrassedly led him to the place where the sculpture exhibition was arranged.
While on the road, Xia Xiqing had already seen the materials and design drafts of this modern sculpture art exhibition passed by Professor Wang. He came to the scene and found that Professor Wang was really not exaggerated. Only two days were left, and there were not many things. Finish.
"Originally, our time was enough, but the group in charge of the main exhibit had something wrong, and the teacher was particularly dissatisfied with the final product, so I can only ask you to come and help us to complete this exhibit."
The so-called main exhibit in his mouth is actually a surrealist sculpture with a height of 3.2 meters. In the original design draft, it was originally planned to make a high-fidelity man's head with resin materials and fiberglass, but what Xia Xiqing saw was only Completely deviated from the correct proportions and only completed the defective product of the lower half of the face.
"Brother, originally we wanted to dismantle it directly, but the teacher said that we will take a look when you come."
Xia Xiqing didn't speak, just touched his chin, picked up a pencil from the ground, took the design draft and circled the inferior exhibit, stopping from time to time and lowered his head to write and draw.
Twenty minutes later, the younger brothers who were sitting on the ground and waiting were almost asleep. Suddenly there was a piece of paper in front of him, and the drawing on it was a completely different design draft.
The original surrealist style was overthrown, but this unbalanced portrait was retained, but the top part of the head was removed to form a hollow head, and a variety of complex and interlaced lines erupted from the head, using wood chips and acrylic. , Metal, color resin and other materials, but in the outermost layer with black cotton thread to wrap everything up, winding around.
The left side of the lower half of the face was shattered, full of cracks, and the left eye made tears with resin to fill the cracks on the face.
The theme-imprisonment is written in the lower right corner of the design draft.
Imprisoning thoughts...
Such a concept is really amazing. The younger brother took the design draft and couldn't say anything for a long time. He looked up at Xia Xiqing who was squatting in front of him, "This, this..."
Xia Xiqing only crooked the corners of his mouth, pointed his thumb backwards at the defective exhibits behind him, "Starting." As he said, he stood up, pulled the off-white sweater on his body, frowned slightly, and asked. , "Junior, do you have any clothes that are more resistant to dirt."
In the library, Zhou Ziheng still sat in his previous seat to study, but the movement in the back row grew louder and louder, and the girls gathered together and whispered.
"Hey, it's been so long, and Xia Xiqing hasn't come to the library. Maybe he's lost his way."
"There are several libraries in our school, maybe."
"Don't gossip, maybe it was not because of Zhou Ziheng. My classmate was in the art academy and said that Xia Xiqing was inquiring where to go to the art academy on the road, and didn't ask the physics school at all."
"It's really fake, alas, it turned out to be a fake candy, I said it doesn't move because of the self-heng."
…
There was silence in the earphones, without any music. In the quiet study room, no matter how quiet the discussion is, you can hear it. Zhou Ziheng did not respond, but Zhao Ke turned around and glared at the girls in the back row.
Zhou Ziheng took off his black-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Looking at the draft paper on the table, he couldn't help but fetched his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen.
There is not a single message.
I couldn't help but clicked on WeChat, and the dense new news came up. The [terrorist] chat box was squeezed into an invisible corner, and it was turned over after several pages.
What is this guy doing? He obviously didn't say hello to him when he came to the school, which made him surrounded by everyone and became the last person to know about it.
never mind.
No matter what he is here for, he is not here to find himself.
Zhou Ziheng has never been a passionate person. As an actor who grew up under the eyes of the audience, he does not even have the excess self-confidence like other people in the same profession. He feels that celebrity is just an ordinary profession and can get So many people should be grateful for their likes.
He never felt that someone would appear just for himself.
But now, everyone told him that Xia Xiqing came to school for you, and he came to see you. This kind of repeated suggestion made him really think that Xia Xiqing was rushing to find him.
What is this, new push and pull tactics
Unable to tell what was wrong, Zhou Ziheng collapsed on the table, still holding the phone in his hand, his entire face buried in his arms.
"Hey, Zhou Daxueba, big star, big handsome guy, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Ke lowered his voice, "Pay attention to your image, your fans are everywhere. In order to study with you, I took care of myself for an hour before going out. Woolen cloth."
"I'm tired and want to take a break." Zhou Ziheng's voice was muffled, "My fans won't come close."
Probably because Zhou Ziheng's age is too young, it has been very hard to travel between study and romance career all the year round. Zhou Ziheng's fans are very considerate of him, even if they see him in school, they won't bother too much.
"Okay, but your CP is here, you don't want to check it." Zhao Ke poked his elbow with a pen grinning, "What if he comes to you later."
Zhou Ziheng, who was lying on the table, was pricked by the upset, and his tone became impatient, "Shut up, I have nothing to do with him."
As soon as the voice fell, the mobile phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. Zhou Ziheng guessed that it must be another guy watching the excitement. Unexpectedly, after a while, the phone would vibrate for a long time, and the table in the study room made a noticeable noise. He quickly picked it up, and there were a few large characters written on the screen.
[terrorist]
Zhou Ziheng immediately sat up straight.
"Who?" Zhao Ke glanced at him, and was shocked when he saw the remarks, "Fuck brother, are you going to act in a counter-terrorism movie recently? 666!"
"Uncle against you." Zhou Ziheng looked at the shaking cell phone, hesitated for a while, and finally hung up.
I wanted to call it a long time ago. I have only come to the letter now, and 80% of them are asking for him.
"Why don't you pick it up?" Zhao Ke looked at Zhou Ziheng with a gossip face, Zhou Ziheng glared at him, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
The phone shook a few more times. It was a WeChat message.
[Terrorist: Ah, I forgot you are studying on your own, you can’t answer the phone~]
[Terrorist: I am now at your school's art school, you should know this. ]
Zhou Ziheng coldly snorted, picked up the phone and started typing. Zhao Ke next to him was observing his best friend in secret. Yuepin felt that something was wrong. Usually Zhou Ziheng is a five-good young man who exudes the glory of the Holy Father. Someone provoke him like this.
[Ethical pacesetter: Do I know what it means? ]
[Terrorist: Of course there is. I'm so hungry now that I haven't eaten in the morning until now, and I'm about to faint. The handsome and kind-hearted classmate Zhou Ziheng, can you send meals to your CP? ]
[Terrorist: Share location. ]
Sure enough, it is really nothing to go to the Three Treasures Palace. Zhou Ziheng was so angry that he was also the most popular young actor now, so why was he screaming about it with anger. Is there a pit in his brain? Who made him skip meals deserved starvation.
Zhao Ke watched Zhou Ziheng's complexion change again and again, and he looked like he was about to break out. He was frightened for fear that he would have an on-site attack, so that he would follow the hot search, so he could only always prepare to grab Zhou Ziheng in the first time.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng stood up suddenly, grabbed his schoolbag and was ready to leave. Zhao Ke grabbed his arm and asked in a low voice, "Hey, hey, what's wrong with you? Where are you going?"
Zhou Ziheng hesitated, avoiding the weight and doing it lightly, "Going out, there is something wrong."
Seeing him leaving in a hurry, Zhao Ke shook his head with a "see through everything" expression, and shared the first-hand news in the chat group of [Zhou Ziheng Bagua Squad].
[Captain Zhao: Report! Heng Heng is gone! Attention, team members of the Academy of Arts, the goal is approaching! ]
Zhou Ziheng didn't know what was going on. He cursed Xia Xiqing's mind and ran to Changchunyuan to buy him a meal, and went all the way to the art academy.
According to the location sharing given by Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng walked through a teaching area and came to an empty semi-indoor hall with a garden backed by a garden. Inside, there are various sculptures of various sizes, many of which are covered with cloth. Unlike the previous sculptures in Zhou Ziheng's impression, many of the works in this column are modernist works that are different from classical sculptures, or even more abstract.
As he was walking among the many exhibits, he faintly heard Xia Xiqing's voice.
Zhou Ziheng tilted his head and looked at the innermost giant sculpture. A steel frame similar to a scaffold was built around the exhibit. Two people stood on it. Under the steel frame is a not too thick protective cushion, like borrowed from the Taekwondo Gym. It's the same, and there are a few students who are busy making overhead elements next to them.
As Zhou Ziheng approached, he looked at the man in the black loose denim clothes on the scaffolding. With his hair half tied, he stood on the shelf at the left end of the giant head, turned his back to himself and filled the cracks in that face with black resin.
This was the first time Zhou Ziheng saw Xia Xiqing working seriously.
Next to him stood another young boy, and the two of them were talking and laughing while completing the creation of this huge exhibit. Everyone's concentration is on the progress, no one noticed Zhou Ziheng's approach.
Standing on the shelf, Xia Xiqing turned her head and spoke to the younger brother, "Xiao Qi, you pass me that awl."
Xiao Qi sighed, squatted down and took the awl in the toolbox. When he stood up too fiercely, the steel frame shook along with it. Xia Xiqing quickly grabbed a handful of unbalanced Xiao Qi, but he couldn't stabilize his feet. Slide out of the safe range.
Seeing Xia Xiqing stomping on the air, Zhou Ziheng's heart suddenly hung up. He dropped what was in his hand and rushed up quickly, subconsciously extending his arms to catch the man who fell.
The moment he hugged him, Zhou Ziheng's arms ached, and the impact of the fall and shrinkage made him clenched his teeth, and looked worriedly at the person in his arms.
I saw the surprise that Xia Xiqing had never seen before.
Although Zhou Ziheng was tall and tall, he ignored that Xia Xiqing was also a man. He almost couldn't stand the impact caused by the acceleration of gravity. His knees flashed, and eventually both fell on the mat.
Before realizing what happened, Xia Xiqing, who fell heavily, was already lying in Zhou Ziheng’s arms, lying on his chest, firmly held by his arms, and the body underneath was given to Xia Xiqing. Enough buffer.
But the shock in Xia Xiqing's heart couldn't be calmed.
He got up, his broken hair dangling in front of his face, covering the beautiful face. He was stunned and wanted to grab Zhou Ziheng's arm and pulled him up, his voice was a little faint, "Hey... are you okay..."
Zhou Ziheng's brows frowned, and the arms he grasped shrank, "Wait..."
Xia Xiqing grabbed his collar, and the face that had always been wearing a gentle mask finally showed an emotionally out of control expression, "Are you a fucking brain hole? I fell and the fuck can't die, why don't you come and pick it up, really Do you think you are now the hero of a hero movie!"
His chest fell together, and the hand holding Zhou Ziheng's neckline gradually loosened, the boiling emotions cooled down, and he cursed in a low voice, "It's fucking sick..."
Obviously he was scolded like this, but Zhou Ziheng didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
He raised his eyes to look at Xia Xiqing, the corners of his mouth slightly cocked, and his other hand propped up and sat up halfway up.
The hat worn on his head fell off when he fell to the ground, his hair was a bit messy, but the smile on his face was terribly beautiful. Those deep eyes looked at Xia Xiqing, full of stars.
He pulled at Xia Xiqing's denim clothes, his low voice with a smile.
"Hey, this coat is too ugly."
He picked up the baseball cap that had fallen beside him, reached out to Xia Xiqing who was still a little dazed, and buckled the hat on his head.
"I might as well wear my one."
The author has something to say: Hengheng’s small theater in the brain:
Why is Xia Xiqing so annoying that I go wherever he goes—I didn't wait for him—hey he didn't come for me at all—he came to me! —He came to me just to let me deliver food—How can a big star give me food! ? -Forget it, give it away-He actually wore other people's clothes and talked and laughed with others-Damn my wife fell off!
To reiterate: Hengheng is twenty years old (192cm), Xi Qing is twenty-five years old (185cm), so it is the setting of five years old.
In fact, I wrote the first chapter, but everyone has ignored Hengheng's age. He is a (looking) young wolfdog with full of aggressiveness and arrogance and innocence.