"If that Domingo comes back now, I will definitely be able to beat him." Cui Zuojing was full of confidence, and the feeling that his body was filled with power was undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment, which made people intoxicated. He was about to get drunk again.
Dong Zheng agreed, he took a deep breath, resisted the urge to take the opportunity to do something, and said: "Go on, everyone, wake up, there is still a training task today, it's not good to go back late and delay the business."
Cui Zuojing nodded, turned and climbed onto the platform, and went into the room with Dong Zheng to call for someone.
Huili Hefengjian greeted her and thanked her for her generous hospitality. The group, except Wang Que, who had not completely sobered up, found a secret place, took Fu Zhe's key to open a door casually, and returned to the castle.
Until now, Cui Zuojing, Victor and Fu Zhe have truly lifted the first seal of their respective powers.
It is said that these three people also used the power of time, space, and body to fight in the space created by Fu Zhe as a run-in and show. As for the result, only they know.
After a short period of adaptation, the intensity of the training returned to the intensity of the US-Soviet hegemony. Everyone gained three more ability points than at that time, and they each gained and exercised in Dusk Island, so they were not too tired.
Except for the owl.
For some unknown reason, the little girl was always in a daze for the past two days. She was in a state of distress all the time.
As the chief officer, Cui Zuojing took everything in his eyes. He asked Wang Que twice if he didn't rest well at night, and he got a negative answer.
Wang Que is also very confused. She obviously slept soundly and deeply at night, but when the day ends, she will feel sleepy and tired again, and she really wants to find a place to sleep again.
Victor checked her body and couldn't find anything wrong.
The shooting training was in full swing that day. After shooting 100 rounds of pistol bullets, Wang Que put down the gun with his wrists and took a short rest.
She watched Dong Linhai concentrate on target shooting. Although Alan and Dong Zheng did not have the shooting experience and foundation before, Linhai learned these things very fast, and now he can do as well as Alan.
She looked at it and felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Thinking of closing her eyes and resting for two minutes, Wang Que leaned on the back of the sofa, afraid that she would not adjust to a comfortable position when she was really asleep, and closed her eyes.
Half a minute later, with the deafening gunfire, she fell into a deep sleep.
"…Wangque."
It seemed that someone was calling her.
"Wangque."
Wang Que opened her eyes, she raised her head, the light of the setting sun came in from the classroom window, sprinkled on the blackboard and the floor full of mathematical solutions, making her narrow her eyes.
"Why did you fall asleep, didn't you rest last night?"
The familiar face of the girl in front of her was full of worry, Wang Que raised her hand and rubbed her forehead lightly, feeling a mess in her head.
For a moment, she seemed to feel that she had forgotten a lot of important things, and now she clearly shouldn't be sitting here.
… why
"Have I slept for a long time?"
"Yeah, there are almost half of the class, and the teacher is not willing to call you. Now everyone has gone."
Tan Qiuyu remembered that when the always strict math teacher found Wang Que, who was sitting in the second row, lying on the table, not only did he not wake her up, but he acted as if he hadn't seen her, and uncontrollably sour water appeared in his heart. She pretended to be joking and said, "Come on, did you stay up all night and study secretly last night without telling me?"
"No, maybe I'm really tired during this time, I'll be fine after I pass the college entrance examination." Wang Que packed his schoolbag as fast as possible, got up and talked to Qiu Yu with a smile, "Let's go back as soon as possible."
The school has set up a special cultural course training class for the art candidates. Today is the last day of class this week. They go home for a day off and have to rush to another place for art training.
Wang Que and Tan Qiuyu's family do not live in the same urban area. The two waited for the bus together at the bus stop. Wang Que's bus arrived first. She said goodbye to Tan Qiuyu and got on the car home.
The training school was very close to the starting station, and besides her, there was only the driver in the car. Wang Que took a seat at the back by the window, took off the schoolbag and put it on his lap, opened the zipper, and took out his drawing book from inside.
She flipped through the week's practice, looking for details that might not have worked out well in the warm light of the setting sun and the slight jolt of the bus.
After finishing all the thick books, Wang Que suddenly found that there seemed to be one missing piece.
Her book is actually a hard-covered folder, which contains all the completed and unfinished paintings this week, and it is easy to take out.
She was very impressed with the missing painting. It was a watercolor she painted in the studio three days ago. It painted the classroom from a bird's-eye view. The lighting, perspective and color were all handled very well. Even Teachers are full of praise.
Wang Que couldn't help but get anxious. Art is sometimes a moment of inspiration. Even the original author can't reproduce a good work. That painting is her most satisfying work recently, and she doesn't want to just throw it away.
Wang Que flipped through her schoolbag, but couldn't find where the painting was. Now she has no more thoughts. She frowned slightly, comforting herself that maybe she fell in the classroom
So she sent a text message to her parents saying that she had something left at school and went back to get it. She would go home later and told them not to worry. She got off the bus at the next station, walked to the platform on the other side of the street, got on the car in the opposite direction, and went back. School.
Twenty minutes later, Wang Que returned to the school. She had the key to the classroom and opened the door to enter. She went to her seat and looked around, but couldn't find the missing painting.
Is it really lost
Wang Que sat on the chair, feeling numb in his hands and feet, and felt so sad that he wanted to cry.
You know, to draw such a picture, but it is impossible to find.
She took a deep breath and told herself not to panic. With her last hope, she opened the chat interface of He Tan Qiu Yu and asked: Qiu Yu, I have a painting that is missing, the classroom scene from the top view, have you seen it
The sun gradually sank below the horizon, it was already dark, Wang Que was a little scared sitting in the empty classroom, she waited patiently, and finally, the phone vibrated.
Amity: Ah, I want to take a look at that painting. You were sleeping, so I didn’t call you.
Seeing this sentence, Wang Que was stuck in his chest and almost didn't catch his breath.
She felt uncontrollable anger and grievance, and the tears that had been held in her eyes because of the loss of the painting could not be held back, and fell on the screen of the mobile phone, which reflected a chaotic color on the screen.
Tan Qiuyu: I really like the light and shadow of your painting. I took it as soon as I wanted to learn it. After you woke up and rushed home, I forgot to tell you. Sorry, I didn’t delay anything, right
[Next time, please tell me first and then take it away, do you know that I have been looking for it.]Wang Que typed this line of words in the input box, took a deep breath, wiped away tears, and suddenly felt that he was a little too hypocritical.
It was obviously a good thing that the painting was found, and Qiu Yu also apologized and said that he forgot to say it. Would his tone be a little harsh
She deleted the words one by one and retyped them:
[It’s okay, I was in a hurry when I didn’t find it just now. If you took it away, don’t worry, it’s okay, bring it to me when you go to the studio the day after tomorrow.]
Without reading Tan Qiuyu's reply, Wang Que tucked her cell phone into her schoolbag and left the school in the dark. She waited for five minutes at the station in the cold weather in December, and finally got on the bus home again.
After returning home, she adjusted the drawing board again, and continued to draw until late at night, until she was too sleepy to hold on, and then went to wash and rest.
Next week is the joint entrance examination, she has to work harder.
When she went to Beijing for training last month, she met a teacher from CAFA, a well-known oil painter. The teacher liked her very much, and even said that she was the most talented student he had seen in the past two years.
The teacher determined that with Wang Que's level, he would definitely pass the joint and school entrance exams with high grades. At that time, as long as the cultural class passed the line and entered Central America, he would choose Wang Que as his student.
No, there will definitely be many teachers rushing for Wang Que, Wang Que still remembers the old gray-haired artist sitting on the chair that day, smiling and saying to her: "The knowledge that those old guys can bring you is definitely not as good as that. I have more, you must find me first."
On the day she went to the studio for training, Wang Que still arrived very early. As the student who came early and left the last, she had the key to the studio.
Shortly after Wang Que sat down, a boy came in with a tool on his back. He sat down in front of his drawing board next to Wang Que. Wang Que was studying the works of the past few days as usual, and only heard the jingle of packing things over there. The sound seemed to be a little more flustered than before.
She turned her head to look, just in time to meet the boy's nervous eyes.
Wang Que smiled at him, but saw the boy stand up and walk in front of her.
This boy and she did not belong to the same school, but they studied in the same studio. The two have known each other for nearly a year and have a very good relationship.
"Wang Que, there is something I want to tell you." The boy looked back at the door of the studio, making sure no one came in, he took a deep breath and put his hands behind him.
Wang Que looked at him, put down the brush in his hand, and smiled dazedly and politely.
The next moment, she heard the young man in front of her pretend to be calm and say, "The joint exam is coming soon. Although the time may not be right now, I still want to tell you - I like you."
"When the college entrance examination is over, if we all go to Central America, would you like to give me a chance to be with you?"
Wang Que was stunned.
She never thought that she would be confessed, to be precise, by the boy in front of her.
Tan Qiuyu had secretly told her a month ago that she secretly liked this boy.
Wang Que also gave her advice at that time, wanted to help her, and thought about how to make the boy feel good about Tan Qiuyu.
Why is it like this now
Wang Que was silent for a long time, facing the uneasy gaze of the young man, seeing the time passing by, others would come in soon, so he could only whisper: "Sorry, I have no plans to fall in love for the time being, if there is If there is a chance, when I am an adult, shall we talk about this issue again?"
The boy understood what she meant, and was obviously frustrated. Wang Que refused to be in a relationship with a puppy as an excuse. He also saved him enough face. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose embarrassedly, and said, "Okay... I'm sorry, I was abrupt."
"It's okay." Wang Que breathed a sigh of relief, she picked up the brush again, stared at the drawing board for a while but couldn't concentrate.
When Tan Qiuyu told her that she liked this boy, after a brief surprise, Wang Que was not surprised at all.
He is very gentle and meticulous, with a height of 1.8 meters. Although he is not handsome, he is better than his facial features. According to Wang Que, his grades in culture classes are average, but his artistic grades are the best in the studio other than hers, and he is neck and neck with Tan Qiuyu.
Wang Que originally thought that the two were very compatible.
The atmosphere in the studio was a little awkward for a while, but fortunately, someone came in not long after, it was Tan Qiuyu.
The girl with short pear blossom hair went straight to Wang Que, took out a painting from her bag, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Wang Que, you are really good at painting, I tried to copy it yesterday, but I couldn't draw the feeling you have. Woolen cloth."
Wang Que took the painting and received it in the folder. She looked at Tan Qiuyu's smiling face, and when she thought of the boy's confession just now, she felt betrayed for a while. She didn't know how to face her, so she smiled and said: " I just happened to have a feeling and I drew it."
Where Wang Que couldn't see, Tan Qiuyu's hands were tightly clenched behind her back and twisted into a ball. She twisted her index finger into a terrifying curve, her knuckles were pale, as if she was full of resentment and had no way to vent.