"Isn't this your CP?" Zhao Ke approached Zhou Ziheng with a teasing look on his face, and showed him the photos and videos he had seen on his WeChat Moments. "Hey, he's really good-looking, much better looking than the girls in our class."
"There are six girls in our class." Zhou Ziheng sneered, lowered his head to continue working on the unfinished problem, but did not put on his headphones.
"Oh, what I meant is that he is prettier than all the girls in our school, with fair skin and nice face. Tsk tsk, I can't tell, I thought you were just ordinary friends, but I didn't expect you to have such a good relationship in private. He even comes to see you when you are studying." Zhao Ke's imagination is getting bigger and bigger, "Isn't he going to prepare some love lunch box for you?"
Zhou Ziheng twirled the pen with his fingers, put it on the table with a bang, and looked up at Zhao Ke. Apart from anything else, Zhou Ziheng's look was definitely the most A, exuding the pheromone of "I'm not easy to mess with". Zhao Ke immediately covered his mouth and said, "Study, study."
Love box
With his skills, it's good enough that he doesn't poison people to death.
Strangely, Zhou Ziheng actually imagined the strange situation where Xia Xiqing handed him a pink lunch box, and when the lid was opened, there was a large black mass of unidentified object inside.
Crazy, crazy, what the hell is going on? Zhou Ziheng held his forehead with his left hand and wrote absentmindedly on the draft paper with a pen in his right hand.
Why did Xia Xiqing come to their school? And she didn't even tell him, even though she was just reposting the magazine's official Weibo like him.
Could it be that he really came to find him
No, no, no, he definitely has bad intentions.
"Hey Ziheng."
Zhao Ke's voice interrupted Zhou Ziheng's chaotic thoughts. When he came to his senses, he found that he had written a lot of Xia Xiqing's name on the draft paper. He was scared and quickly turned the draft paper over and pressed it. "What, what happened?"
Zhao Ke pointed at his calculation paper with a pen in his hand and said, "Please prove Bloch's theorem for me. I have been proving it for a long time but it doesn't seem right."
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 put it on his head backwards to prevent the brim from blocking Zhao Ke's view.
"To be frank, the most difficult part of this proof is the eigenvalue of the Hamiltonian operator. It would be too laborious to calculate it directly, so we have to introduce a translation operator here, because these two operators have the same eigenfunction, and the eigenvalue of the translation operator is easy to calculate," he lowered his head and carefully wrote down the formula and derivation process on paper, "This is like saving the country by taking a roundabout way. In fact, the latter is just an assumption, and it is enough to conclude that it is a periodic function."
"Oh, I see." Zhao Ke took the calculation paper and said, "Tianxiu, tell me the truth. Did you secretly take extra classes during the filming?"
Zhou Ziheng snorted, "If I had extra lessons, would I still come here to study now?"
Self-study…
It feels weird to say these two words now. Zhou Ziheng took the draft paper with Xia Xiqing's name on it under the table calmly, and was just thinking about crumpling it up. His fingers paused again, and finally folded it a few times and stuffed it into his pocket.
Xia Xiqing, who was almost crushed into a ball, finally arrived at the Art Academy with the help of many enthusiastic female students. His former assistant tutor, Professor Wang, specially found a student to pick him up. The student was good-looking and seemed full of energy. She greeted him enthusiastically as soon as they met.
“Brother Xiqing, I heard from Teacher Wang that you were a famous figure there when you were at Foshan Fine Arts Institute.” The younger junior brother said with admiration, “I have seen many of your previous works on Teacher Wang’s computer. I particularly like the one called ‘Ladies in the Boboli Gardens’, which is really…” He couldn’t find an exact adjective for a moment, his face flushed, and his index finger was raised excitedly.
Xia Xiqing found it funny. He reached out and took back his junior brother's fingers, then patted him on the shoulder.
"Thanks."
The younger junior's face turned even redder, and he quickly followed Xia Xiqing, "Brother, I watched your show, you're really amazing, and I never thought you were so... so good-looking when I only saw your works before." When he said the last four words, he suddenly felt guilty and his voice weakened.
He was a little afraid of embarrassment. After all, for most boys, being praised for being good-looking by another boy was not something worth being happy about.
Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing turned his head and gave him a gentle smile, "Then I am really honored. It just happens to match your aesthetic."
The innocent junior fellow was completely mesmerized by what he did, and excitedly yet nervously brought him to the location of the sculpture exhibition.
On the way, Xia Xiqing had already seen the information and design drafts of this modern sculpture art exhibition sent by Professor Wang. When he arrived at the scene, he found that Professor Wang was not exaggerating. There were only two days left and many things had not been completed.
"We had enough time, but something went wrong with the group responsible for the main exhibit, and the teacher was very dissatisfied with the final product. So we can only ask you to come over and help us complete this exhibit."
The so-called main exhibit he mentioned was actually a 3.2-meter-tall surrealist sculpture. In the initial design draft, it was planned to use resin materials and fiberglass to make a highly realistic male head, but what Xia Xiqing saw was only a defective product that was completely deviated from the correct proportions and only the lower half of the face was completed.
"Brother, we originally wanted to tear it down directly, but the teacher said to wait for you to come and take a look first."
Xia Xiqing didn't say anything, just touched his chin, picked up a pencil from the ground, and walked around the defective exhibit with the design draft, stopping from time to time to write and draw.
Twenty minutes later, the junior brother who was sitting on the ground waiting was about to fall asleep, when suddenly a piece of paper appeared in front of him. On it was a design draft that was completely different from the previous one.
The original surrealist style was overturned, but the unbalanced and defective portrait was retained. However, the top of the head was removed, forming a hollow skull, from which a variety of complex and intertwined lines burst out, expressed with materials such as wood chips, acrylic, metal, and colored resin, but on the outermost layer, black cotton thread was used to wrap everything up, winding it around in circles.
The left side of the lower half of the face was shattered and covered with cracks, and resin was used to create tear marks on the left eye to fill the broken gaps on the face.
The theme is written in the lower right corner of the design draft - Captivity.
Imprisoned Thoughts...
This concept was so amazing that the junior brother was speechless for a long time holding the design draft. He looked up at Xia Xiqing who was squatting in front of him, "This, this..."
Xia Xiqing just curled his lips and pointed his thumb at the defective exhibits behind him, "Let's get started." He stood up, tugged at his off-white sweater, frowned slightly, and asked, "Junior brother, do you have any clothes that are more resistant to dirt?"
In the library, Zhou Ziheng was still sitting in his previous seat studying, but the noise in the back row was getting louder and louder, with the girls gathered together and whispering.
"Hey, it's been so long and Xia Xiqing hasn't come to the library yet. Could he be lost?"
"There are several libraries in our school, maybe."
"Stop gossiping. Maybe he didn't come here because of Zhou Ziheng. My classmate is in the Art College. He said Xia Xiqing was asking where the Art College was and didn't ask about the Physics College at all."
"Is it true or not? Oh, it turns out to be a fake candy. I was wondering why Ziheng didn't move at all."
…
The headphones were silent, without any music. In the quiet study room, even the quietest discussions could be heard. 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-framed glasses and rubbed his nose. Looking at the draft paper on the table, he couldn't help but take out his mobile phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen.
Not a single message.
I couldn't help but open WeChat, and a lot of new messages popped up. The chat box of "Terrorist" was squeezed into an invisible corner, and I had to flip through several pages before I could get to it.
What on earth was this guy doing? He came to school without even saying hello, causing him to be surrounded by everyone and become the last person to know about this.
never mind.
No matter what he came for, he was not here to see me.
Zhou Ziheng has never been a self-indulgent 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 thinks that being a star is just an ordinary profession, and he should be grateful to be liked by so many people.
He never thought that there would be someone who appeared just for him.
But now, everyone told him that Xia Xiqing came to school for you and he came to see you. This repeated hint made him really think that Xia Xiqing came to find him on his own initiative.
What is this, a new push-pull tactic
Unable to tell what was wrong, Zhou Ziheng suddenly fell on the table, still holding the phone in his hand, with his face buried in his arms.
"Hey, Zhou, the top student, the big star, the handsome guy, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Ke lowered his voice, "Pay attention to your image, your fans are everywhere. I spent a whole hour getting ready before going out just to study with you."
"I'm tired and want to take a break." Zhou Ziheng's voice was muffled, "My fans won't come near me."
Perhaps because Zhou Ziheng is too young and it is already very hard for him to juggle between his studies and his acting career all year round, Zhou Ziheng's fans are very considerate of him and will not disturb him too much even if they see him at school.
"Okay, but your CP is here, why don't you go and see him?" Zhao Ke poked his elbow with a pen, smiling, "What if he comes to see you later?"
Zhou Ziheng, who was lying on the table, was touched upon by his worries, and his tone began to become impatient, "Shut up, I have nothing to do with him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. Zhou Ziheng guessed that it must be another guy who was watching the fun, so he didn't want to pay attention and put it upside down on the table. Unexpectedly, after a while, the phone vibrated continuously, and the table in the study room made a noticeable sound. He quickly picked it up and saw a few big words on the screen.
[terrorist]
Zhou Ziheng sat up straight immediately.
"Who is it?" Zhao Ke took a quick look and was shocked when he saw the name in the note. "Fuck, brother, are you going to star in a counter-terrorism movie soon? 666!"
"Fuck you." Zhou Ziheng looked at the vibrating phone, hesitated for a while, and finally hung up.
If he wanted to call, he would have called a long time ago. He wrote to me now, probably because he wants something from him.
"Why don't you answer it?" Zhao Ke looked at Zhou Ziheng with a gossipy look on his face. Zhou Ziheng glared at him and asked, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
The phone vibrated a few more times. It was a WeChat message.
[Terrorist: Ah, I forgot you were studying and couldn’t answer the phone~]
[Terrorist: I am now in the art school of your school, you should know this.]
Zhou Ziheng snorted in annoyance, picked up his phone and started typing. Zhao Ke, who was standing beside him, was secretly observing his best friend. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Normally, Zhou Ziheng was a good young man who exuded the aura of a saint. How could someone provoke him like this
[Moral Model: Do I know what the meaning is?]
[Terrorist: Of course I have. I am starving now. I haven't eaten since this morning. I am about to faint. Can handsome and kind-hearted Zhou Ziheng bring food to your CP?]
[Terrorists: Share your location.]
As expected, there is no such thing as a visit without a reason. Zhou Ziheng was so angry. He was the most popular young actor at the moment. Why should he be bossed around by him? Is there something wrong with his brain? Who told him not to eat? He deserved to starve to death.
Zhao Ke watched Zhou Ziheng's face change again and again, as if he was about to explode. He was terrified that he would have a seizure on the spot and cause himself to become a hot topic. He could only be ready to grab Zhou Ziheng at the first opportunity.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng suddenly stood up, grabbed his schoolbag and prepared to leave. Zhao Ke grabbed his arm and asked in a low voice, "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you? Where are you going?"
Zhou Ziheng hesitated and evaded the question, "I have to go out for something."
Looking at his hurriedly leaving back, Zhao Ke shook his head with an expression of "seeing through everything" and shared the first-hand information in the chat group of [Zhou Ziheng Gossip Team].
[Captain Zhao: Report! Hengheng is gone! Art Academy team members, please pay attention, the target is approaching!]
Zhou Ziheng didn't know what was going on with him. On the one hand, he cursed Xia Xiqing for being stupid, and on the other hand, he really was stupid and ran to Changchun Garden to buy him a meal, and carried it all the way to the Art Academy.
Following the location shared by Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng walked through a teaching area and came to an open semi-indoor hall with a garden behind it. There were various sculptures of different sizes, many of which were covered with cloth. Different from the sculptures Zhou Ziheng had previously remembered, many of these works were modernist works that were different from classical sculptures, and were even more abstract.
As he was moving among the numerous exhibits, he faintly heard Xia Xiqing's voice.
Zhou Ziheng tilted his head and looked at the giant sculpture at the innermost part. A steel frame similar to scaffolding was built around the exhibit. Two people were standing on it. Under the steel frame was a not-too-thick protective pad that looked like it was borrowed from a Taekwondo gym. There were also a few students busy making overhead elements.
As Zhou Ziheng approached, he looked at the man on the scaffolding wearing a loose black denim jacket. His hair was half tied up, and he was standing on the shelf at the left end of the giant head, with his back to himself, filling the cracks on his face with black resin.
This was the first time Zhou Ziheng saw Xia Xiqing working seriously.
Next to him stood another young boy, the two of them chatting and laughing as they completed the creation of this huge exhibit. Everyone was concentrating on making progress, and no one noticed Zhou Ziheng approaching.
Xia Xiqing, who was standing on the shelf, turned around and said to his junior apprentice, "Xiao Qi, pass me the awl."
Xiao Qi uttered a cry, squatted down to get the awl from the toolbox, and stood up too quickly, causing the steel frame to shake. Xia Xiqing quickly grabbed the unbalanced Xiao Qi, but he himself lost his balance and slipped out of the safe range.
Seeing Xia Xiqing step on empty air, Zhou Ziheng's heart suddenly hung in his throat. He dropped what he was holding and rushed forward quickly, subconsciously stretching out his arms to catch the falling person.
The moment he hugged him, Zhou Ziheng felt a pain in his arms. The impact of the fall made him grit his teeth and look at the person in his arms with worry.
I saw an unexpected look in Xia Xiqing's eyes that had never appeared before.
Although Zhou Ziheng was tall, he overlooked that Xia Xiqing was also a man. The impact brought by the acceleration of gravity almost made him unable to bear it. His knee slipped and they both fell on the mat in the end.
Before he could react to what had happened, Xia Xiqing, who had fallen heavily, was already lying in Zhou Ziheng's arms, lying on his chest, held tightly in his arms. His body underneath provided enough cushioning for Xia Xiqing.
But Xia Xiqing could not calm down the shock in his heart.
He climbed up, his hair hanging in front of his face, covering his pretty face. He tried to grab Zhou Ziheng's arm and pulled him up, his voice a little weak, "Hey... are you okay..."
Zhou Ziheng frowned and shrank the arm he was holding. "Wait..."
Xia Xiqing grabbed him by the collar, and his face, which always wore a gentle mask, finally revealed an expression of out-of-control emotions, "Are you fucking crazy? I fell down and I can't fucking die, so why are you coming to catch me? Do you really think you are the leading actor in a heroic movie now!"
His chest rose and fell, and the hand that was grabbing Zhou Ziheng's collar gradually loosened. His boiling emotions cooled down, and he cursed in a low voice, "You're fucking sick..."
Even though he was scolded by him like that, Zhou Ziheng didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
He raised his eyes to look at Xia Xiqing, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he half sat up with his other hand to support his body.
The hat he was wearing fell off when he fell to the ground. His hair was a little messy, but the smile on his face was so handsome. His deep eyes were looking at Xia Xiqing, full of stars.
He tugged at Xia Xiqing's denim jacket, his low voice containing a smile.
"Hey, this coat is so ugly."
He picked up the baseball cap that had fallen beside him, reached out to Xia Xiqing who was still a little dazed, and put the cap on his head.
"You might as well wear mine."
The author has something to say: Hengheng’s little drama in his mind:
Why is Xia Xiqing so annoying? He follows me wherever I go. I didn’t wait for him. Hey, he didn’t come for me at all. He came to find me! He only came to find me to ask me to deliver food. How can I, a big star, deliver food to others? Forget it, I’ll just deliver it. He actually wore other people’s clothes and talked and laughed with others. Damn, my wife fell off!
To reiterate: Hengheng is 20 years old (192cm), Xiqing is 25 years old (185cm), so he is five years younger.
Actually, I wrote about it in the first chapter, but everyone overlooked Hengheng’s age. He is a young wolfdog who looks aggressive but is actually proud and innocent at heart.