The next morning, Xu Zhenfan came to the store with a lot of things in his hands.
There was no time to care whether it hurt or not. Everyone helped each other to stand up again, shouting "one, two, one" and continued to move forward.
"… "
"Oh, that's not right." Zhao Qian corrected herself, "It's not that your painting is beautiful, it's that you are beautiful. No one can draw you ugly."
Zhao Qian reacted violently. She nudged Xu Zhinan with her elbow and whispered to her ear: "Fuck! Nan, look!"
He had just been to Luxi River, and coincidentally the organizer of the tattoo design competition was also there. They brought him a red banner with yellow characters for the second place, and would later give them to the champion and third place winners.
The window was open and the sound came through particularly clearly.
"Be careful or you might fall again," said Zhao Qian.
He pulled the audio to the front and played it again, then he added rhythmically to the song with his hands on the floor: "That's about it."
In the morning, they still felt it was novel, and some people even posted on their Moments to express their nostalgia for the last school sports meet in their lives. But in the afternoon, under the scorching sun, their interest was worn away and they started to complain.
Xu Zhinan narrowed his eyes with a smile and pinched the back of her hand: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Qian stood on the other side and winked at her secretly. The heat rose up her neck, burning her ears first and then her cheeks.
Xu Zhenfan was on his way, so he brought it to her.
"That's true. After seeing the blue-haired Lin Qingye, I really feel that it's a waste of talent to leave a 'beauty' like Lin Qingye alone!"
Xu Zhinan smiled and said “hmm”.
"Oh, that's not right." Zhao Qian corrected herself, "It's not that your painting is beautiful, it's that you are beautiful. No one can draw you ugly."
"Who would want to get a tattoo of my portrait?"
The window was open and the sound came through particularly clearly.
Zhao Qian lifted up Xu Zhinan's sleeves again, and became even more indignant: "Summer is almost over, how come you haven't gotten a tan at all!?"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
"Oh, the trophy is already on display." He pointed to the trophy in the center of the wooden shelf.
This is not surprising. When Xu Zhinan first entered college, it was even more exaggerated. He would meet people who approached him or handed him love letters just by walking around the school.
"Who would want to get a tattoo of my portrait?"
Xu Zhinan smiled and said “hmm”.
Minor courses are different from professional courses. There is not so much rigid theoretical knowledge and strict grading limits. The minor courses taught by this teacher are more relaxed. It is often a small topic in one class, and the class is over after everyone completes it with laughter.
"Nothing." Lin Qingye didn't tell her.
If Zhao Qian hadn't mentioned it, Xu Zhinan would have almost forgotten about the junior schoolmate who had pursued her before.
"I'll just go to the bathroom and wash." Xu Zhinan said.
"I'm here to give you a banner." As he said this, he pulled out a long sealed tube from the bag, unscrewed the lid, and inside was a rolled-up banner.
There were too many people around, and Lin Qingye was in such a position now. Everyone in the school was paying attention to the two of them because of those previous posts, so Xu Zhinan didn't dare to have too many interactions to attract attention.
A class ended, Xu Zhinan had just finished painting, but most people hadn't finished yet.
“And this?”
Xu Zhinan remembered the "Ah Nan" sound on his shoulder blade.
These words hit the nail on the head, and everyone in the audience immediately started complaining, feeling exhausted by the torture they received from their respective clients.
Someone was in a hurry and walked faster. Someone next to him couldn't keep up, and they fell one after another like dominoes. Xu Zhinan was pulled down by the person next to him.
The three people in the dormitory walked into the classroom together as the bell rang.
Because Xu Zhinan joined temporarily, she was arranged to sit at the very edge, next to a girl from the same class.
"Well, where do you want to hang it? Do you have any nails? I'll just hang it up for you."
Xu Zhinan smiled and said “hmm”.
There were many activities at the university sports meet, and students from the music department even brought a big red drum and started beating it.
As soon as she finished speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the stadium.
Xu Zhinan took out nails and a hammer from the tool box, and Xu Zhenfan stood on a chair and hammered the nails for her.
Students like Lin Qingye are creative, capable, and talented, and are most liked by professors. Even though he was not very serious in class before, the professors still admire him very much.
Zhao Qian laughed and pinched her face: "Little girl, you can't control Lin Qingye with such a thin skin. If you do this now, you will be eaten to death by him in the future."
"You better be careful."
Xu Zhenfan also brought a few photos, which were the group photos everyone took at the end of yesterday. In addition, there was also a photo of Xu Zhinan standing on the stage holding the trophy yesterday.
"Where are you going?" Xu Zhinan asked.
"It's all right."
Lin Qingye was right next to her, and she felt a little desperate.
Lin Qingye turned on his phone, which contained a newly recorded audio file, a background melody, piano and drums. He played it for Xu Zhinan to listen to.
Soon, the 100-meter eight-person, eight-legged race began, with the competition proceeding in batches, with other disciplines starting first.
Xu Zhenfan finished it in no time and hung up the banner again. There were eight big characters on it - Champion of Tattoo Design Competition, and the 13th and the time were also marked in small characters.
"..." Xu Zhinan pulled her and said, "Keep your voice down."
"That's true. After seeing the blue-haired Lin Qingye, I really feel that it's a waste of talent to leave a 'beauty' like Lin Qingye alone!"
Not long after, the monitor came to her and said, "Ah Nan, let's go. We are going to practice the Eight-Man Eight-League Movement."
Xu Zhinan's ears buzzed at the two words she uttered. He hurriedly covered her mouth and muffled his voice: "What wife?"
Zhao Qian slammed the table and said passionately: "What kind of man is he if he doesn't give his wife a tattoo?"
Xu Zhinan followed her gaze and saw that the entrance was crowded with people, and among them there was a particularly tall man.
How did he come to school
The silk banner was hung on the wooden stand where the trophies were placed. Xu Zhinan took a few steps back to admire it.
Xu Zhinan also noticed it and stood to her side, not far away, about three or four meters away, strolling there leisurely with the old professor and chatting about family matters.
Lin Qingye smiled, glanced at his phone, and then subconsciously looked in her direction, but she was gone, and he didn't know where she had hidden.
"This topic is very common, but haven't your painting skills improved? What's more, you can now draw flowers, plants, buildings, and other people, but you are not sure how to draw yourself. Think about it yourself, can you draw yourself without looking in the mirror?"
I wasn't very close to him. I just sat on the mat with one foot on it and my legs hugged.
In the morning, there are various running track events, and the field events will be held tomorrow. In the afternoon, there are group games such as sandbag throwing, tug-of-war, and eight-legged race.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay. I’ll go there in the evening.]
She dusted off her pants. There was some mud on them from the fall, and it had rained last night, so there were two dirty spots on her knees.
Xu Zhenfan jumped off the chair and smiled when he saw her expression: "Just now I put up a silk banner for Brother Lu, but she refused it because she thought it was too tacky and didn't match the decoration style of his store. Why are you so happy?"
When he was a senior, no one could see him in school, not to mention that he has returned to school after becoming famous on the show.
Lin Qingye took a step forward and suddenly squatted in front of her. Xu Zhinan was startled, and just as she took a step back, he grabbed her ankle.
Zhao Qian laughed: "Then I can't think of any other reason for him to come to school."
Lin Qingye was the first to complain, and said with a smile.
Lin Qingye smiled, glanced at his phone, and then subconsciously looked in her direction, but she was gone, and he didn't know where she had hidden.
“Draw yourself.”
"Not yet. I just made up a melody yesterday. I haven't written the lyrics yet, but I think it's probably settled."
The decoration styles of tattoo shops are generally quite distinctive, which is completely different from this kind of banner.
She was about to speak when a boy suddenly walked past the window of the table tennis room. His height was just above the shoulders. He stopped in front of the window, turned around and called out "friend".
With great momentum.
He is a person who has been teaching for many years and even though so many students cannot even remember his name, they will definitely have a deep impression of him.
If Zhao Qian hadn't mentioned it, Xu Zhinan would have almost forgotten about the junior schoolmate who had pursued her before.
"It's a little darker."
"good."
Xu Zhinan was confused: "What?"
"It was not easy to win the championship, and many people may know me because of this competition in the future, so it's better to keep it."
Xu Zhinan: "I don't seem to get tanned easily."
"Thank you so much, Anan!"
After lunch, I went back to the dormitory to rest for a while and then set off for the stadium again.
Xu Zhenfan also brought a few photos, which were the group photos everyone took at the end of yesterday. In addition, there was also a photo of Xu Zhinan standing on the stage holding the trophy yesterday.
Xu Zhinan narrowed his eyes with a smile and pinched the back of her hand: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Qian, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but mutter as she painted: "I was quite touched by what the professor said at the beginning, but now I feel like my temper is coming out as I paint. Am I that ugly!?"
Xu Zhi paused.
Zhao Qian: "Then I have to let him get the tattoo! How can I express my love if it doesn't hurt?"
"… "
She doesn't have any spare photo frames, so all the photos are hung on the wall with clips.
"Ah Nan."
"Where are you going?" Xu Zhinan asked.
Continuing down along her jaw, Adam's apple, and collarbone to her lower abdomen, her chin was held up by a pair of hands and she could not move.
None of the three people in their dormitory brought a mirror, so they could only turn on the front cameras of their mobile phones.
"Didn't that junior come to you before and ask you to tattoo your name? He must want this tattoo. What's his name? I feel like I haven't seen him recently."
Zhao Qian was relieved, and whispered in her ear: "When you fell just now, I was afraid that Lin Qingye would come over to help you, but I saw him take a step forward."
Xu Zhinan thought to himself that you were not such a restless person before, you must be the one who likes quietness the most.
In the past, Xu Zhinan was a very independent tattoo artist. He didn't know any colleagues in the same field, and his customer base accumulated slowly, step by step. Now he is considered a minor celebrity in the tattoo circle.
"He's afraid of pain, so such a large piece definitely won't work."
Zhao Qian had already reached the stage of self-doubt, and when she turned around and looked at Xu Zhinan's finished product, she wanted to cry even more.
Only now...
She pulled her head back: "I have too low self-esteem. I think this is not about painting myself listening to my heart, but painting myself seeing the gap between myself and the fairy."
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay. I’ll go there in the evening.]
Xu Zhinan followed her gaze and saw that the entrance was crowded with people, and among them there was a particularly tall man.
With great momentum.
In the following days, many people came to visit.
Xu Zhinan was confused: "What?"
Lin Qingye stood on the stage and watched for a while, then turned his head and said to the old professor beside him: "Teacher, let's go down and take a look."
Xu Zhinan has taken on several design orders. These days, apart from attending classes and working, he has been drawing. In fact, he is busier than when he was preparing for the competition.
There was already a row of people standing in front of the starting line on the red plastic track. With the sound of the starting gun, everyone sprinted forward, and classmates around them shouted "Come on!"
A group of them sat in the designated seats in the class, holding a large parasol. Zhao Qian and several male classmates were playing games together.
Zhao Qian lifted up Xu Zhinan's sleeves again, and became even more indignant: "Summer is almost over, how come you haven't gotten a tan at all!?"
Xu Zhinan said awkwardly: "It's okay, the redness will fade away after a while, it won't hurt."
After exchanging pleasantries and asking about each other’s recent situation, Lin Qingye stood aside and sent a message to Xu Zhinan: Where are you
"An Nan, have you gone to class?" Zhao Qian called her.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay. I’ll go there in the evening.]
Zhao Qian laughed and pinched her face: "Little girl, you can't control Lin Qingye with such a thin skin. If you do this now, you will be eaten to death by him in the future."
"I'm coming."
"good."
There was no time to care whether it hurt or not. Everyone helped each other to stand up again, shouting "one, two, one" and continued to move forward.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
[Anan: Why are you here?]
Xu Zhinan also noticed it and stood to her side, not far away, about three or four meters away, strolling there leisurely with the old professor and chatting about family matters.
In the morning, they still felt it was novel, and some people even posted on their Moments to express their nostalgia for the last school sports meet in their lives. But in the afternoon, under the scorching sun, their interest was worn away and they started to complain.
Xu Zhinan stuffed the drawing into his schoolbag.
Xu Zhinan paused, and finally sat down.
Xu Zhinan unconsciously lowered his gaze.
She curled her lips slightly and replied, "No."
There are not many courses in the senior year, just the last few courses left. After finishing the last semester, all I have to do is to complete a graduation project for the next semester.
There was no time to care whether it hurt or not. Everyone helped each other to stand up again, shouting "one, two, one" and continued to move forward.
But Xu Zhinan had been fooling around with him for three years and had been tortured by him. After a while, she suddenly realized that his low and hoarse voice just now was very similar to that time.
"I haven't seen him either. Maybe there are other girls he likes."
There was silence for two seconds, then everyone started laughing: "Teacher, we are all seniors, why do you assign homework like an elementary school art class?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the stadium.
Therefore, she did not strictly protect herself from the sun, and only applied a little sunscreen when she was worried about sunburn when she was exposed to the sun.
"Come on, class is about to start." The professor tapped the blackboard. "Students in our major must be tired of drawing design drawings. Now that we are in our senior year, some of the faster students have already started internships and become the real 'Party B'. How do you feel?"
This class on Thursday afternoon is a minor course for this major. The teacher is an old professor who is very popular in the college. He is humorous in class and is a very experienced professor.
Lin Qingye only took a glance and quickly looked away, not daring to look again, only his jawline tensed for a moment.
He stared at Lin Qingye for a while, trying to find some signs on his face, but to no avail.
If there was someone outside, we should just separate quickly. Why did he bring us here to stay in the same room
Minor courses are different from professional courses. There is not so much rigid theoretical knowledge and strict grading limits. The minor courses taught by this teacher are more relaxed. It is often a small topic in one class, and the class is over after everyone completes it with laughter.
None of the three people in their dormitory brought a mirror, so they could only turn on the front cameras of their mobile phones.
Xu Zhinan narrowed his eyes with a smile and pinched the back of her hand: "What are you doing?"
The three people in the dormitory walked into the classroom together as the bell rang.
Xu Zhinan looked at the window, and only breathed a sigh of relief after watching the two boys leave. When he looked away, he suddenly realized that he and Lin Qingye were very close and could feel each other's breath.
Lin Qingye was right next to her, and she felt a little desperate.
[Lin Qingye: It’s nothing. I’m in the studio right now and don’t have anything to do. I thought you were in the store so I went to find you.]
"Ah Nan." His voice was a little hoarse.
"Ah? Is it serious?"
The three people in the dormitory walked into the classroom together as the bell rang.
Not long after, the monitor came to her and said, "Ah Nan, let's go. We are going to practice the Eight-Man Eight-League Movement."
"What are you doing here?"
"Come on, class is about to start." The professor tapped the blackboard. "Students in our major must be tired of drawing design drawings. Now that we are in our senior year, some of the faster students have already started internships and become the real 'Party B'. How do you feel?"
The weather is no longer as hot and humid as before, but the sun is still bright and dazzling.
The two of them hunched over and hid by the window of the table tennis room.
These words hit the nail on the head, and everyone in the audience immediately started complaining, feeling exhausted by the torture they received from their respective clients.
How did he come to school
"It was not easy to win the championship, and many people may know me because of this competition in the future, so it's better to keep it."
The professor smiled and said, "Today's class is very simple. Today, we will not be the 'Party B'. Each student will be his or her own 'Party A' and we will no longer draw those design drawings with many rules and regulations."
Zhao Qian: "Then I have to let him get the tattoo! How can I express my love if it doesn't hurt?"
"Be careful or you might fall again," said Zhao Qian.
At that time, they had just separated, and she was also impulsive and unwilling, so she actually tattooed her name on his body.
[Xu Zhinan: Not here. There is a sports meet at Ping University today and all seniors are required to go and watch the games.]
The eight-person, eight-legged race was about to begin. The referee stood in the middle, holding a baton high in his hand: "Ready—"
As she spoke, she rolled up the sleeves of her short-sleeved shirt, revealing a lot whiter underneath.
"Oh." Zhao Qian looked around and made sure no one around heard her. She continued in a low voice, "Since my junior has given up, then you can let your current suitor, Comrade Xiao Lin, get this tattoo. See how he feels about your sincerity!"
Everyone applauded and someone asked, "What are you going to draw?"
Once you enter the room outside the stadium, it becomes much cooler. There is no one there and the noise is isolated from outside.
His eyes were dark, and he calmed down, clenching his back teeth. After two seconds, he chuckled and said casually, "Forget it, it's nothing. I won't scare you."
In the morning, there are various running track events, and the field events will be held tomorrow. In the afternoon, there are group games such as sandbag throwing, tug-of-war, and eight-legged race.
There were too many people around, and Xu Zhinan didn't dare to look back at him.
After exchanging pleasantries and asking about each other’s recent situation, Lin Qingye stood aside and sent a message to Xu Zhinan: Where are you
“Draw yourself.”
Xu Zhinan glanced at Lin Qingye who was standing in the stands nearby. His position was directly opposite to where Xu Zhinan's class was.
In the morning, they still felt it was novel, and some people even posted on their Moments to express their nostalgia for the last school sports meet in their lives. But in the afternoon, under the scorching sun, their interest was worn away and they started to complain.
"… "
"… "
"No, no, we will practice again before the competition starts. You can be arranged to sit at the side and just tie one leg." The squad leader was afraid that she would change her mind again.
Xu Zhinan had never seen him chatting with others before.
Because Xu Zhinan joined temporarily, she was arranged to sit at the very edge, next to a girl from the same class.
There was silence for two seconds, then everyone started laughing: "Teacher, we are all seniors, why do you assign homework like an elementary school art class?"
Once you enter the room outside the stadium, it becomes much cooler. There is no one there and the noise is isolated from outside.
"That's true. After seeing the blue-haired Lin Qingye, I really feel that it's a waste of talent to leave a 'beauty' like Lin Qingye alone!"
Xu Zhinan's ears buzzed at the two words she uttered. He hurriedly covered her mouth and muffled his voice: "What wife?"
"This topic is very common, but haven't your painting skills improved? What's more, you can now draw flowers, plants, buildings, and other people, but you are not sure how to draw yourself. Think about it yourself, can you draw yourself without looking in the mirror?"
The window was open and the sound came through particularly clearly.
After practicing a few times, Xu Zhinan's body was quite coordinated and she cooperated well without falling. It was better than she thought.
It is common for eight people and eight legs to fall down if they don't coordinate well with each other, and it is common for a group of people to fall down together.
Lin Qingye smiled casually and greeted, "Instructor."
The professor added: "You are in your senior year now. You are preparing for postgraduate entrance exams, employment and studying abroad. You are very busy and tired. You may also feel wronged in the process of getting in touch with the new environment. These teachers have also experienced this when they were young, so we understand it. So in this class, we let you draw yourself, not just to relax, but also to let you calm down and feel your inner self, what do you really want, and what are your future goals."
I wasn't very close to him. I just sat on the mat with one foot on it and my legs hugged.
[Xu Zhinan: Do you have something to ask me?]
After these words were said, no one in the audience laughed anymore. After a moment of silence, thunderous applause broke out.
Lin Qingye stood on the stage and watched for a while, then turned his head and said to the old professor beside him: "Teacher, let's go down and take a look."
Zhao Qian didn't want to talk to her at all and continued to play games with the boys.
"Ah? Is it serious?"
"An Nan, have you gone to class?" Zhao Qian called her.
None of the three people in their dormitory brought a mirror, so they could only turn on the front cameras of their mobile phones.
The window was open and the sound came through particularly clearly.
The decoration styles of tattoo shops are generally quite distinctive, which is completely different from this kind of banner.
Everyone took out their drawing paper and drawing boards and started drawing. The huge classroom became quiet.
She was stunned: "Huh?"
"It's a little darker."
"This topic is very common, but haven't your painting skills improved? What's more, you can now draw flowers, plants, buildings, and other people, but you are not sure how to draw yourself. Think about it yourself, can you draw yourself without looking in the mirror?"
Lin Qingye smiled, glanced at his phone, and then subconsciously looked in her direction, but she was gone, and he didn't know where she had hidden.
Zhao Qian had already reached the stage of self-doubt, and when she turned around and looked at Xu Zhinan's finished product, she wanted to cry even more.
His eyes were dark, and he calmed down, clenching his back teeth. After two seconds, he chuckled and said casually, "Forget it, it's nothing. I won't scare you."
The art design major focuses on design, and portraits are rarely drawn. They are only learned when you first start learning to paint, so your hands are a little unfamiliar. Xu Zhinan is the most familiar with tattoo work, so he can draw very quickly.
Xu Zhinan was slightly stunned, watching him roll up his trouser legs, exposing his knees.
She suddenly felt her face getting hot.
"What are you doing here?"
This class on Thursday afternoon is a minor course for this major. The teacher is an old professor who is very popular in the college. He is humorous in class and is a very experienced professor.
Zhao Qian, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but mutter as she painted: "I was quite touched by what the professor said at the beginning, but now I feel like my temper is coming out as I paint. Am I that ugly!?"
"I don't think so."
"… "
Zhao Qian wiped her own painting and leaned over to look at Xu Zhinan's. Then, when she raised her eyes, she found that the front-facing camera placed in front of her was in the picture.
He turned his head to look at Lin Qingye again, raised his hand, pressed his back, and pushed him down.
But Xu Zhinan had been fooling around with him for three years and had been tortured by him. After a while, she suddenly realized that his low and hoarse voice just now was very similar to that time.
After exchanging pleasantries and asking about each other’s recent situation, Lin Qingye stood aside and sent a message to Xu Zhinan: Where are you
Xu Zhinan said awkwardly: "It's okay, the redness will fade away after a while, it won't hurt."
However, Xu Zhinan's skin was tender, so marks were easily left on her body. Lin Qingye looked at her legs, but his thoughts inadvertently slipped down, and his Adam's apple moved.
"Nothing." Lin Qingye didn't tell her.
“… … ”
"A new song?"
She was stunned: "Huh?"
Zhao Qian had already reached the stage of self-doubt, and when she turned around and looked at Xu Zhinan's finished product, she wanted to cry even more.
Not long after, the monitor came to her and said, "Ah Nan, let's go. We are going to practice the Eight-Man Eight-League Movement."
Unfortunately, I ended up being the last one.
Zhao Qian ran over and said, "Are you okay, Nan? Yueyue told me before that you had injured your knee during the summer vacation."
At the beginning, it was indeed very smooth and no one made any mistakes, but the speed was not fast and the teams from the two classes on the left and right soon overtook them by some distance.
She pulled her head back: "I have too low self-esteem. I think this is not about painting myself listening to my heart, but painting myself seeing the gap between myself and the fairy."
She was stunned and blinked slowly, her black eyelashes flickering.
The weather is no longer as hot and humid as before, but the sun is still bright and dazzling.
If Zhao Qian hadn't mentioned it, Xu Zhinan would have almost forgotten about the junior schoolmate who had pursued her before.
He stood up and pulled her wrist. Next to the bathroom was the indoor table tennis room.
As she spoke, she rolled up the sleeves of her short-sleeved shirt, revealing a lot whiter underneath.
As she spoke, she rolled up the sleeves of her short-sleeved shirt, revealing a lot whiter underneath.
"… "
Xu Zhinan narrowed his eyes with a smile and pinched the back of her hand: "What are you doing?"
"… "
"Oh, the trophy is already on display." He pointed to the trophy in the center of the wooden shelf.
A class ended, Xu Zhinan had just finished painting, but most people hadn't finished yet.
Xu Zhinan unconsciously lowered his gaze.
[A-Nan: On your right, over there by the yellow chair.]
"Okay, let's go home. I won't keep you here any longer. The rest of the class will be considered as a quiz. Bring it to the next class."
After these words were said, no one in the audience laughed anymore. After a moment of silence, thunderous applause broke out.
The three people in the dormitory walked into the classroom together as the bell rang.
[A-Nan: On your right, over there by the yellow chair.]
Xu Zhi paused.
The window was open and the sound came through particularly clearly.
Lin Qingye took a step forward and suddenly squatted in front of her. Xu Zhinan was startled, and just as she took a step back, he grabbed her ankle.
Everyone took out their drawing paper and drawing boards and started drawing. The huge classroom became quiet.
Xu Zhinan smiled and said “hmm”.
Zhao Qian had already reached the stage of self-doubt, and when she turned around and looked at Xu Zhinan's finished product, she wanted to cry even more.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Lin Qingye looked over and easily found Xu Zhinan in the crowd. Her skin was glowing white and easy to notice.
She was stunned and blinked slowly, her black eyelashes flickering.
He pulled the audio to the front and played it again, then he added rhythmically to the song with his hands on the floor: "That's about it."
"You are so beautiful!!!"
"It was not easy to win the championship, and many people may know me because of this competition in the future, so it's better to keep it."
Lin Qingye smiled, glanced at his phone, and then subconsciously looked in her direction, but she was gone, and he didn't know where she had hidden.
The window was open and the sound came through particularly clearly.
"It's still early. It doesn't start until 5pm. I'll call you half an hour in advance so we can practice and get familiar with each other."
After these words were said, no one in the audience laughed anymore. After a moment of silence, thunderous applause broke out.
This is not surprising. When Xu Zhinan first entered college, it was even more exaggerated. He would meet people who approached him or handed him love letters just by walking around the school.
"This topic is very common, but haven't your painting skills improved? What's more, you can now draw flowers, plants, buildings, and other people, but you are not sure how to draw yourself. Think about it yourself, can you draw yourself without looking in the mirror?"
"Hmm?" Xu Zhinan didn't think there was anything particularly outstanding about this painting.
Xu Zhinan has taken on several design orders. These days, apart from attending classes and working, he has been drawing. In fact, he is busier than when he was preparing for the competition.
Xu Zhinan looked at the window, and only breathed a sigh of relief after watching the two boys leave. When he looked away, he suddenly realized that he and Lin Qingye were very close and could feel each other's breath.
"What are you doing here?"
"You can't tell the difference in skin color at all."
"Oh, that's not right." Zhao Qian corrected herself, "It's not that your painting is beautiful, it's that you are beautiful. No one can draw you ugly."
"Someone might be outside."
"A new song?"
"… "
Xu Zhinan was startled and subconsciously bent down quickly, pressing his head under the windowsill.
Zhao Qian wiped her own painting and leaned over to look at Xu Zhinan's. Then, when she raised her eyes, she found that the front-facing camera placed in front of her was in the picture.
Zhao Qian lifted up Xu Zhinan's sleeves again, and became even more indignant: "Summer is almost over, how come you haven't gotten a tan at all!?"
She became more and more exaggerated as she spoke: "Haven't you been drawing designs in your dorm recently? I think you should just take this one. It's so beautiful and you can definitely sell it for a high price."
[Xu Zhinan: Do you have something to ask me?]
He stared at Lin Qingye for a while, trying to find some signs on his face, but to no avail.
Minor courses are different from professional courses. There is not so much rigid theoretical knowledge and strict grading limits. The minor courses taught by this teacher are more relaxed. It is often a small topic in one class, and the class is over after everyone completes it with laughter.
"You can't tell the difference in skin color at all."
Xu Zhinan remembered the "Ah Nan" sound on his shoulder blade.
Zhao Qian wiped her own painting and leaned over to look at Xu Zhinan's. Then, when she raised her eyes, she found that the front-facing camera placed in front of her was in the picture.
"Who would want to get a tattoo of my portrait?"
Once you enter the room outside the stadium, it becomes much cooler. There is no one there and the noise is isolated from outside.
"Be careful or you might fall again," said Zhao Qian.
“… … ”
"Didn't that junior come to you before and ask you to tattoo your name? He must want this tattoo. What's his name? I feel like I haven't seen him recently."
"Um?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the stadium.
"I haven't seen him either. Maybe there are other girls he likes."
If Zhao Qian hadn't mentioned it, Xu Zhinan would have almost forgotten about the junior schoolmate who had pursued her before.
"I haven't seen him either. Maybe there are other girls he likes."
"That's true. After seeing the blue-haired Lin Qingye, I really feel that it's a waste of talent to leave a 'beauty' like Lin Qingye alone!"
I wasn't very close to him. I just sat on the mat with one foot on it and my legs hugged.
The talented people in their art department can paint with anything, and Lin Qingye can probably make music easily.
Xu Zhinan had never seen him chatting with others before.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
[A-Nan: On your right, over there by the yellow chair.]
The eight-person, eight-legged race was about to begin. The referee stood in the middle, holding a baton high in his hand: "Ready—"
"I haven't seen him either. Maybe there are other girls he likes."
Xu Zhinan had never seen him chatting with others before.
Zhao Qian didn't want to talk to her at all and continued to play games with the boys.
Students like Lin Qingye are creative, capable, and talented, and are most liked by professors. Even though he was not very serious in class before, the professors still admire him very much.
"… "
After all, my eyes were red when I heard those two words last time.
This is not surprising. When Xu Zhinan first entered college, it was even more exaggerated. He would meet people who approached him or handed him love letters just by walking around the school.
Lin Qingye only took a glance and quickly looked away, not daring to look again, only his jawline tensed for a moment.
There are not many courses in the senior year, just the last few courses left. After finishing the last semester, all I have to do is to complete a graduation project for the next semester.
"Oh." Zhao Qian looked around and made sure no one around heard her. She continued in a low voice, "Since my junior has given up, then you can let your current suitor, Comrade Xiao Lin, get this tattoo. See how he feels about your sincerity!"
How did he come to school
A class ended, Xu Zhinan had just finished painting, but most people hadn't finished yet.
But Xu Zhinan never gets too enthusiastic with these people, and there is no response to his pursuit. By now, most of them have given up.
After all, my eyes were red when I heard those two words last time.
Xu Zhinan said awkwardly: "It's okay, the redness will fade away after a while, it won't hurt."
Zhao Qian nodded: "He has been pursuing you for almost a year, but now it seems that his perseverance is still not enough."
Xu Zhinan was startled and subconsciously bent down quickly, pressing his head under the windowsill.
Before the National Day holiday, Pingchuan University also held a sports meeting.
Zhao Qian was relieved, and whispered in her ear: "When you fell just now, I was afraid that Lin Qingye would come over to help you, but I saw him take a step forward."
None of the three people in their dormitory brought a mirror, so they could only turn on the front cameras of their mobile phones.
This class on Thursday afternoon is a minor course for this major. The teacher is an old professor who is very popular in the college. He is humorous in class and is a very experienced professor.
Jiang Yue: "No matter how much perseverance you have, it's useless."
Xu Zhinan has taken on several design orders. These days, apart from attending classes and working, he has been drawing. In fact, he is busier than when he was preparing for the competition.
"Okay, Yueyue just asked me something, so I won't go with you. We're at the classroom stands, come find us later."
Xu Zhenfan jumped off the chair and smiled when he saw her expression: "Just now I put up a silk banner for Brother Lu, but she refused it because she thought it was too tacky and didn't match the decoration style of his store. Why are you so happy?"
[Xu Zhinan: The sports meet will probably take quite a while. I don’t know when it will end.]
"Let me see." He whispered.
"It's still early. It doesn't start until 5pm. I'll call you half an hour in advance so we can practice and get familiar with each other."
Everyone around was paying attention to Lin Qingye, but there was a highly respected professor from the music department standing next to him, so they didn't dare to approach him and could only watch.
Soon, the 100-meter eight-person, eight-legged race began, with the competition proceeding in batches, with other disciplines starting first.
"That's true. After seeing the blue-haired Lin Qingye, I really feel that it's a waste of talent to leave a 'beauty' like Lin Qingye alone!"
The weather is no longer as hot and humid as before, but the sun is still bright and dazzling.
In the following days, many people came to visit.
"Isn't he here to see you?" Zhao Qian whispered in her ear.
The squad leader asked again: "Who among you is willing to go?"
After exchanging pleasantries and asking about each other’s recent situation, Lin Qingye stood aside and sent a message to Xu Zhinan: Where are you
"..." Xu Zhinan pulled her and said, "Keep your voice down."
Lin Qingye pulled down a cushion for sit-ups, sat down, and patted the other side to signal her to sit down as well. He answered with even more confidence: "Being lazy, isn't there any sun outside?"
Unfortunately, I ended up being the last one.
Students like Lin Qingye are creative, capable, and talented, and are most liked by professors. Even though he was not very serious in class before, the professors still admire him very much.
She was about to speak when a boy suddenly walked past the window of the table tennis room. His height was just above the shoulders. He stopped in front of the window, turned around and called out "friend".
After all, my eyes were red when I heard those two words last time.
Lin Qingye pulled down a cushion for sit-ups, sat down, and patted the other side to signal her to sit down as well. He answered with even more confidence: "Being lazy, isn't there any sun outside?"
"Oh." Zhao Qian looked around and made sure no one around heard her. She continued in a low voice, "Since my junior has given up, then you can let your current suitor, Comrade Xiao Lin, get this tattoo. See how he feels about your sincerity!"
"Thank you so much, Anan!"
Continuing down along her jaw, Adam's apple, and collarbone to her lower abdomen, her chin was held up by a pair of hands and she could not move.
Xu Zhinan looked around, then raised his hand hesitantly: "Then how about I take over?"
"… "
Lin Qingye turned on his phone, which contained a newly recorded audio file, a background melody, piano and drums. He played it for Xu Zhinan to listen to.
Xu Zhinan remembered the "Ah Nan" sound on his shoulder blade.
"I don't think so."
Zhao Qian, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but mutter as she painted: "I was quite touched by what the professor said at the beginning, but now I feel like my temper is coming out as I paint. Am I that ugly!?"
Not long after, the monitor came to her and said, "Ah Nan, let's go. We are going to practice the Eight-Man Eight-League Movement."
She was stunned: "Huh?"
"It was not easy to win the championship, and many people may know me because of this competition in the future, so it's better to keep it."
"It's still early. It doesn't start until 5pm. I'll call you half an hour in advance so we can practice and get familiar with each other."
The professor smiled and said, "Today's class is very simple. Today, we will not be the 'Party B'. Each student will be his or her own 'Party A' and we will no longer draw those design drawings with many rules and regulations."
Zhao Qian, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but mutter as she painted: "I was quite touched by what the professor said at the beginning, but now I feel like my temper is coming out as I paint. Am I that ugly!?"
At that time, they had just separated, and she was also impulsive and unwilling, so she actually tattooed her name on his body.
"… "
Unfortunately, I ended up being the last one.
"He's afraid of pain, so such a large piece definitely won't work."
The sun was too strong outside, and the eight-person, eight-legged game required practice to develop tacit understanding, so if you're not careful you might end up falling, so no one volunteered.
Xu Zhinan was stunned.
Lin Qingye was right next to her, and she felt a little desperate.
“… … ”
Xu Zhinan was confused: "What?"
The window was open and the sound came through particularly clearly.
After all, my eyes were red when I heard those two words last time.
She was stunned: "Huh?"
"Um?"
Minor courses are different from professional courses. There is not so much rigid theoretical knowledge and strict grading limits. The minor courses taught by this teacher are more relaxed. It is often a small topic in one class, and the class is over after everyone completes it with laughter.
"I'll just go to the bathroom and wash." Xu Zhinan said.
"You can't tell the difference in skin color at all."
[Anan: Everyone is looking at you, stop staring at me.]
"Are you a pervert?"
She was about to speak when a boy suddenly walked past the window of the table tennis room. His height was just above the shoulders. He stopped in front of the window, turned around and called out "friend".
"He's still afraid of pain?" Zhao Qian was surprised. "It doesn't look like that."
The three people in the dormitory walked into the classroom together as the bell rang.
"You can't tell the difference in skin color at all."
The talented people in their art department can paint with anything, and Lin Qingye can probably make music easily.
"It sounds great. Is the demo out yet?"
Everyone applauded and someone asked, "What are you going to draw?"
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay. I’ll go there in the evening.]
"Hmm?" Xu Zhinan didn't think there was anything particularly outstanding about this painting.
“And this?”
Xu Zhinan smiled.
Minor courses are different from professional courses. There is not so much rigid theoretical knowledge and strict grading limits. The minor courses taught by this teacher are more relaxed. It is often a small topic in one class, and the class is over after everyone completes it with laughter.
When he was a senior, no one could see him in school, not to mention that he has returned to school after becoming famous on the show.
"Hmm?" Xu Zhinan didn't think there was anything particularly outstanding about this painting.
Zhao Qian: "Then I have to let him get the tattoo! How can I express my love if it doesn't hurt?"
"… "
"Are you a pervert?"
Xu Zhinan didn’t know much about music, and wasn’t any more knowledgeable about it than his band mates. After watching this segment, he just thought it was amazing.
However, Xu Zhinan's skin was tender, so marks were easily left on her body. Lin Qingye looked at her legs, but his thoughts inadvertently slipped down, and his Adam's apple moved.
As a senior student, this is Xu Zhinan's last time to participate in the sports meet.
“Draw yourself.”
She curled her lips slightly and replied, "No."
"… "
Once you enter the room outside the stadium, it becomes much cooler. There is no one there and the noise is isolated from outside.
Xu Zhinan asked: "What's wrong?"
Xu Zhenfan finished it in no time and hung up the banner again. There were eight big characters on it - Champion of Tattoo Design Competition, and the 13th and the time were also marked in small characters.
Xu Zhinan narrowed his eyes with a smile and pinched the back of her hand: "What are you doing?"
"It's a little darker."
[Xu Zhinan: Not here. There is a sports meet at Ping University today and all seniors are required to go and watch the games.]
Zhao Qian slammed the table and said passionately: "What kind of man is he if he doesn't give his wife a tattoo?"
[Lin Qingye: It’s nothing. I’m in the studio right now and don’t have anything to do. I thought you were in the store so I went to find you.]
"Who would want to get a tattoo of my portrait?"
There was silence for two seconds, then everyone started laughing: "Teacher, we are all seniors, why do you assign homework like an elementary school art class?"
There were many activities at the university sports meet, and students from the music department even brought a big red drum and started beating it.
"good."
Xu Zhinan's ears buzzed at the two words she uttered. He hurriedly covered her mouth and muffled his voice: "What wife?"
But Xu Zhinan never gets too enthusiastic with these people, and there is no response to his pursuit. By now, most of them have given up.
"Um?"
Zhao Qian laughed and pinched her face: "Little girl, you can't control Lin Qingye with such a thin skin. If you do this now, you will be eaten to death by him in the future."
With great momentum.
"Ah Nan."
"… "
Continuing down along her jaw, Adam's apple, and collarbone to her lower abdomen, her chin was held up by a pair of hands and she could not move.
Jiang Yue is seizing all her time to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination and is currently listening to an online political course with headphones on.
"Hmm?" Xu Zhinan didn't think there was anything particularly outstanding about this painting.
Zhao Qian laughed: "Then I can't think of any other reason for him to come to school."
Before the National Day holiday, Pingchuan University also held a sports meeting.
As she spoke, she rolled up the sleeves of her short-sleeved shirt, revealing a lot whiter underneath.
The eight-person eight-legged race was about to begin. All the classes were already practicing on the lawn in the middle. They tied their ankles in pairs with cloth strips, put their arms around each other's shoulders, and shouted "one, two, one, two" as they moved forward in an orderly manner.
The weather is no longer as hot and humid as before, but the sun is still bright and dazzling.
"… "
She was about to speak when a boy suddenly walked past the window of the table tennis room. His height was just above the shoulders. He stopped in front of the window, turned around and called out "friend".
"Where are you going?" Xu Zhinan asked.
"Ah Nan."
"Where are you going?" Xu Zhinan asked.
"I'm here to give you a banner." As he said this, he pulled out a long sealed tube from the bag, unscrewed the lid, and inside was a rolled-up banner.
Xu Zhinan paused. He was so disturbed by Lin Qingye that he almost forgot that he had agreed to be a substitute.
There was already a row of people standing in front of the starting line on the red plastic track. With the sound of the starting gun, everyone sprinted forward, and classmates around them shouted "Come on!"
"Nothing." Lin Qingye didn't tell her.
"I don't think so."
There was already a row of people standing in front of the starting line on the red plastic track. With the sound of the starting gun, everyone sprinted forward, and classmates around them shouted "Come on!"
After exchanging pleasantries and asking about each other’s recent situation, Lin Qingye stood aside and sent a message to Xu Zhinan: Where are you
There were many activities at the university sports meet, and students from the music department even brought a big red drum and started beating it.
"Ah Nan." His voice was a little hoarse.
Halfway through the game, the monitor suddenly came over and asked, "Who's free later?"
There were too many people around, and Lin Qingye was in such a position now. Everyone in the school was paying attention to the two of them because of those previous posts, so Xu Zhinan didn't dare to have too many interactions to attract attention.
Zhao Qian sprayed her whole body with sunscreen spray: "Formalism! Formalism! It piss me off! Formalism made me tanned!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the stadium.
With great momentum.
She pulled her head back: "I have too low self-esteem. I think this is not about painting myself listening to my heart, but painting myself seeing the gap between myself and the fairy."
After lunch, I went back to the dormitory to rest for a while and then set off for the stadium again.
"Isn't he here to see you?" Zhao Qian whispered in her ear.
Continuing down along her jaw, Adam's apple, and collarbone to her lower abdomen, her chin was held up by a pair of hands and she could not move.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay. I’ll go there in the evening.]
Lin Qingye smiled casually and greeted, "Instructor."
As a senior student, this is Xu Zhinan's last time to participate in the sports meet.
"I'm coming."
"Are you a pervert?"
Xu Zhinan didn’t know much about music, and wasn’t any more knowledgeable about it than his band mates. After watching this segment, he just thought it was amazing.
He stood up and pulled her wrist. Next to the bathroom was the indoor table tennis room.
"When does the game start?"
A group of them sat in the designated seats in the class, holding a large parasol. Zhao Qian and several male classmates were playing games together.
"good."
"Okay, let's go home. I won't keep you here any longer. The rest of the class will be considered as a quiz. Bring it to the next class."
The old professor liked him the most, so he naturally agreed: "Okay, I also think it's boring to stand here and watch. I can't feel everyone's energy and vigor."
Lin Qingye was the first to complain, and said with a smile.
"Let me see." He whispered.
In the morning, there are various running track events, and the field events will be held tomorrow. In the afternoon, there are group games such as sandbag throwing, tug-of-war, and eight-legged race.
Xu Zhinan watched the game for a while, but the sunlight was too dazzling, so he lowered his head to look at his phone.
"Yeah, I'm going to play the album."
Once you enter the room outside the stadium, it becomes much cooler. There is no one there and the noise is isolated from outside.
Xu Zhinan was stunned.
"Ah? Is it serious?"
Zhao Qian laughed again: "But I think he is a bad guy. Later, when he saw you get up by yourself and you were fine, he secretly laughed!"
He had just been to Luxi River, and coincidentally the organizer of the tattoo design competition was also there. They brought him a red banner with yellow characters for the second place, and would later give them to the champion and third place winners.
After playing for a while, Lin Qingye sent a message asking her if she was in the store.
She didn't know what Lin Qingye was thinking at the moment.
He fell to his knees on the grass.
"An Nan, have you gone to class?" Zhao Qian called her.
Continuing down along her jaw, Adam's apple, and collarbone to her lower abdomen, her chin was held up by a pair of hands and she could not move.
She suddenly felt her face getting hot.
"Oh." Zhao Qian looked around and made sure no one around heard her. She continued in a low voice, "Since my junior has given up, then you can let your current suitor, Comrade Xiao Lin, get this tattoo. See how he feels about your sincerity!"
Zhao Qian stood on the other side and winked at her secretly. The heat rose up her neck, burning her ears first and then her cheeks.
Xu Zhinan narrowed his eyes with a smile and pinched the back of her hand: "What are you doing?"
[Xu Zhinan: Not here. There is a sports meet at Ping University today and all seniors are required to go and watch the games.]
There were too many people around, and Lin Qingye was in such a position now. Everyone in the school was paying attention to the two of them because of those previous posts, so Xu Zhinan didn't dare to have too many interactions to attract attention.
Halfway through the game, the monitor suddenly came over and asked, "Who's free later?"
There were many activities at the university sports meet, and students from the music department even brought a big red drum and started beating it.
But Xu Zhinan had been fooling around with him for three years and had been tortured by him. After a while, she suddenly realized that his low and hoarse voice just now was very similar to that time.
Only now...
[Xu Zhinan: Do you have something to ask me?]
When he was a senior, no one could see him in school, not to mention that he has returned to school after becoming famous on the show.
After these words were said, no one in the audience laughed anymore. After a moment of silence, thunderous applause broke out.
In the following days, many people came to visit.
[Lin Qingye: It’s nothing. I’m in the studio right now and don’t have anything to do. I thought you were in the store so I went to find you.]
He had just been to Luxi River, and coincidentally the organizer of the tattoo design competition was also there. They brought him a red banner with yellow characters for the second place, and would later give them to the champion and third place winners.
Xu Zhinan looked around, then raised his hand hesitantly: "Then how about I take over?"
"You can't tell the difference in skin color at all."
[Xu Zhinan: The sports meet will probably take quite a while. I don’t know when it will end.]
Everyone in the stands rushed up instantly, leaned over the railings, stretched their necks to watch, and took out their cell phones to take pictures.
After all, my eyes were red when I heard those two words last time.
Xu Zhinan remembered the "Ah Nan" sound on his shoulder blade.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay. I’ll go there in the evening.]
She curled her lips slightly and replied, "No."
Everyone applauded and someone asked, "What are you going to draw?"
Xu Zhinan stuffed the drawing into his schoolbag.
Jiang Yue is seizing all her time to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination and is currently listening to an online political course with headphones on.
"good."
"… "
In the morning, there are various running track events, and the field events will be held tomorrow. In the afternoon, there are group games such as sandbag throwing, tug-of-war, and eight-legged race.
But Xu Zhinan never gets too enthusiastic with these people, and there is no response to his pursuit. By now, most of them have given up.
"Um?"
"A new song?"
Xu Zhinan then suddenly realized what he had done and his face turned red instantly.
Zhao Qian reacted violently. She nudged Xu Zhinan with her elbow and whispered to her ear: "Fuck! Nan, look!"
There were many activities at the university sports meet, and students from the music department even brought a big red drum and started beating it.
After lunch, I went back to the dormitory to rest for a while and then set off for the stadium again.
The distance was quite far, so he squinted and looked for a while, and his phone vibrated again.
There were too many people around, and Lin Qingye was in such a position now. Everyone in the school was paying attention to the two of them because of those previous posts, so Xu Zhinan didn't dare to have too many interactions to attract attention.
Not long after, the monitor came to her and said, "Ah Nan, let's go. We are going to practice the Eight-Man Eight-League Movement."
The sun was too strong outside, and the eight-person, eight-legged game required practice to develop tacit understanding, so if you're not careful you might end up falling, so no one volunteered.
Zhao Qian laughed and pinched her face: "Little girl, you can't control Lin Qingye with such a thin skin. If you do this now, you will be eaten to death by him in the future."
After hearing what he said, Xu Zhinan followed him obediently, and then waited until he saw Lin Qingye close the door with his backhand before he figured it out.
Everyone in the stands rushed up instantly, leaned over the railings, stretched their necks to watch, and took out their cell phones to take pictures.
"… "
In the morning, they still felt it was novel, and some people even posted on their Moments to express their nostalgia for the last school sports meet in their lives. But in the afternoon, under the scorching sun, their interest was worn away and they started to complain.
Xu Zhinan glanced at Lin Qingye who was standing in the stands nearby. His position was directly opposite to where Xu Zhinan's class was.
Zhao Qian slammed the table and said passionately: "What kind of man is he if he doesn't give his wife a tattoo?"
Xu Zhinan watched the game for a while, but the sunlight was too dazzling, so he lowered his head to look at his phone.
"It's all right."
[Lin Qingye: Nothing to do, come and take a look.]
Zhao Qian sprayed her whole body with sunscreen spray: "Formalism! Formalism! It piss me off! Formalism made me tanned!"
"The professors are here today too. They're over there. Go over and say hello."
There were many activities at the university sports meet, and students from the music department even brought a big red drum and started beating it.
There were too many people around, and Xu Zhinan didn't dare to look back at him.
As she spoke, she rolled up the sleeves of her short-sleeved shirt, revealing a lot whiter underneath.
His eyes were dark, and he calmed down, clenching his back teeth. After two seconds, he chuckled and said casually, "Forget it, it's nothing. I won't scare you."
There was silence for two seconds, then everyone started laughing: "Teacher, we are all seniors, why do you assign homework like an elementary school art class?"
He fell to his knees on the grass.
He pulled the audio to the front and played it again, then he added rhythmically to the song with his hands on the floor: "That's about it."
[Xu Zhinan: Not here. There is a sports meet at Ping University today and all seniors are required to go and watch the games.]
Xu Zhinan paused. He was so disturbed by Lin Qingye that he almost forgot that he had agreed to be a substitute.
"Not yet. I just made up a melody yesterday. I haven't written the lyrics yet, but I think it's probably settled."
Zhao Qian lifted up Xu Zhinan's sleeves again, and became even more indignant: "Summer is almost over, how come you haven't gotten a tan at all!?"
Xu Zhinan stood in front of the sink and used a tissue dipped in water to wipe the mud spots on his pants.
After playing for a while, Lin Qingye sent a message asking her if she was in the store.
The eight-person eight-legged race was about to begin. All the classes were already practicing on the lawn in the middle. They tied their ankles in pairs with cloth strips, put their arms around each other's shoulders, and shouted "one, two, one, two" as they moved forward in an orderly manner.
After playing for a while, Lin Qingye sent a message asking her if she was in the store.
"Ah? Is it serious?"
"It was not easy to win the championship, and many people may know me because of this competition in the future, so it's better to keep it."
"… "
As she spoke, she rolled up the sleeves of her short-sleeved shirt, revealing a lot whiter underneath.
"It's a little darker."
"… "
"It's okay, it was just a scratch. The grass was soft when I fell, so it doesn't hurt."
Xu Zhinan had never seen him chatting with others before.
"You can't tell the difference in skin color at all."
"Thank you so much, Anan!"
"Who would want to get a tattoo of my portrait?"
But Xu Zhinan never gets too enthusiastic with these people, and there is no response to his pursuit. By now, most of them have given up.
"He's afraid of pain, so such a large piece definitely won't work."
Xu Zhinan: "I don't seem to get tanned easily."
"Not yet. I just made up a melody yesterday. I haven't written the lyrics yet, but I think it's probably settled."
Zhao Qian was relieved, and whispered in her ear: "When you fell just now, I was afraid that Lin Qingye would come over to help you, but I saw him take a step forward."
Everyone applauded and someone asked, "What are you going to draw?"
"… "
Therefore, she did not strictly protect herself from the sun, and only applied a little sunscreen when she was worried about sunburn when she was exposed to the sun.
[Lin Qingye: Nothing to do, come and take a look.]
"Are you injured?"
There was silence for two seconds, then everyone started laughing: "Teacher, we are all seniors, why do you assign homework like an elementary school art class?"
The old professor liked him the most, so he naturally agreed: "Okay, I also think it's boring to stand here and watch. I can't feel everyone's energy and vigor."
Everyone took out their drawing paper and drawing boards and started drawing. The huge classroom became quiet.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she began to feel her face getting hot again.
“… … ”
Xu Zhinan said awkwardly: "It's okay, the redness will fade away after a while, it won't hurt."
Comparing yourself to others will make you feel nauseous.
Xu Zhinan thought to himself that you were not such a restless person before, you must be the one who likes quietness the most.
Zhao Qian, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but mutter as she painted: "I was quite touched by what the professor said at the beginning, but now I feel like my temper is coming out as I paint. Am I that ugly!?"
The three people in the dormitory walked into the classroom together as the bell rang.
Minor courses are different from professional courses. There is not so much rigid theoretical knowledge and strict grading limits. The minor courses taught by this teacher are more relaxed. It is often a small topic in one class, and the class is over after everyone completes it with laughter.
Zhao Qian didn't want to talk to her at all and continued to play games with the boys.
Lin Qingye only took a glance and quickly looked away, not daring to look again, only his jawline tensed for a moment.
Xu Zhinan stood in front of the sink and used a tissue dipped in water to wipe the mud spots on his pants.
"… "
Halfway through the game, the monitor suddenly came over and asked, "Who's free later?"
“And this?”
He had just been to Luxi River, and coincidentally the organizer of the tattoo design competition was also there. They brought him a red banner with yellow characters for the second place, and would later give them to the champion and third place winners.
Xu Zhinan asked: "What's wrong?"
“And this?”
“… … ”
“Draw yourself.”
"Not yet. I just made up a melody yesterday. I haven't written the lyrics yet, but I think it's probably settled."
"Someone might be outside."
Lin Qingye walked into the venue surrounded by the crowd. His former counselor, who was now teaching the new freshman, trotted over to him upon seeing him coming and said jokingly, "Hey, what brings you here?"
"Gong Qingqing, who had signed up for the eight-person eight-legged game, fell off her bicycle on the way here and is now at the school hospital."
There were too many people around, and Lin Qingye was in such a position now. Everyone in the school was paying attention to the two of them because of those previous posts, so Xu Zhinan didn't dare to have too many interactions to attract attention.
Lin Qingye pulled down a cushion for sit-ups, sat down, and patted the other side to signal her to sit down as well. He answered with even more confidence: "Being lazy, isn't there any sun outside?"
Once you enter the room outside the stadium, it becomes much cooler. There is no one there and the noise is isolated from outside.
"Ah? Is it serious?"
Zhao Qian wiped her own painting and leaned over to look at Xu Zhinan's. Then, when she raised her eyes, she found that the front-facing camera placed in front of her was in the picture.
Xu Zhinan: "I don't seem to get tanned easily."
Xu Zhinan thought of what Zhao Qian said just now - I think he is a pretty bad guy, but then he secretly smiled when he saw that he got up and was fine!
Lin Qingye went over to greet the professors, and there were fewer people around him.
"It's okay, I just twisted it a little bit. I'm applying cold compress now. But I definitely can't participate in the eight-person, eight-legged game. I have to find someone to replace me."
If Zhao Qian hadn't mentioned it, Xu Zhinan would have almost forgotten about the junior schoolmate who had pursued her before.
"Who would want to get a tattoo of my portrait?"
Xu Zhinan was slightly stunned, watching him roll up his trouser legs, exposing his knees.
If Zhao Qian hadn't mentioned it, Xu Zhinan would have almost forgotten about the junior schoolmate who had pursued her before.
Xu Zhinan thought to himself that you were not such a restless person before, you must be the one who likes quietness the most.
Zhao Qian reacted violently. She nudged Xu Zhinan with her elbow and whispered to her ear: "Fuck! Nan, look!"
The sun was too strong outside, and the eight-person, eight-legged game required practice to develop tacit understanding, so if you're not careful you might end up falling, so no one volunteered.
At that time, they had just separated, and she was also impulsive and unwilling, so she actually tattooed her name on his body.
In the past, Xu Zhinan was a very independent tattoo artist. He didn't know any colleagues in the same field, and his customer base accumulated slowly, step by step. Now he is considered a minor celebrity in the tattoo circle.
Once you enter the room outside the stadium, it becomes much cooler. There is no one there and the noise is isolated from outside.
Xu Zhinan stood in front of the sink and used a tissue dipped in water to wipe the mud spots on his pants.
The squad leader asked again: "Who among you is willing to go?"
She was stunned: "Huh?"
Xu Zhinan narrowed his eyes with a smile and pinched the back of her hand: "What are you doing?"
None of the three people in their dormitory brought a mirror, so they could only turn on the front cameras of their mobile phones.
The silk banner was hung on the wooden stand where the trophies were placed. Xu Zhinan took a few steps back to admire it.
Still no one answered. Zhao Qian leaned back holding her phone in a very ungracious manner, her refusal was very obvious.
But Xu Zhinan never gets too enthusiastic with these people, and there is no response to his pursuit. By now, most of them have given up.
"It's all right."
"Let me see." He whispered.
Xu Zhinan looked around, then raised his hand hesitantly: "Then how about I take over?"
There was no time to care whether it hurt or not. Everyone helped each other to stand up again, shouting "one, two, one" and continued to move forward.
After practicing a few times, Xu Zhinan's body was quite coordinated and she cooperated well without falling. It was better than she thought.
"Be careful or you might fall again," said Zhao Qian.
Lin Qingye walked into the venue surrounded by the crowd. His former counselor, who was now teaching the new freshman, trotted over to him upon seeing him coming and said jokingly, "Hey, what brings you here?"
Xu Zhinan said awkwardly: "It's okay, the redness will fade away after a while, it won't hurt."
Zhao Qian ran over and said, "Are you okay, Nan? Yueyue told me before that you had injured your knee during the summer vacation."
Xu Zhinan looked at the window, and only breathed a sigh of relief after watching the two boys leave. When he looked away, he suddenly realized that he and Lin Qingye were very close and could feel each other's breath.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she began to feel her face getting hot again.
"No, no, we will practice again before the competition starts. You can be arranged to sit at the side and just tie one leg." The squad leader was afraid that she would change her mind again.
The distance was quite far, so he squinted and looked for a while, and his phone vibrated again.
Zhao Qian sprayed her whole body with sunscreen spray: "Formalism! Formalism! It piss me off! Formalism made me tanned!"
Lin Qingye stood on the stage and watched for a while, then turned his head and said to the old professor beside him: "Teacher, let's go down and take a look."
The squad leader asked again: "Who among you is willing to go?"
Xu Zhinan thought to himself that you were not such a restless person before, you must be the one who likes quietness the most.
However, Xu Zhinan's skin was tender, so marks were easily left on her body. Lin Qingye looked at her legs, but his thoughts inadvertently slipped down, and his Adam's apple moved.
She suddenly felt her face getting hot.
"When does the game start?"
The window was half open, letting in sunlight and warm air.
"It's okay, it was just a scratch. The grass was soft when I fell, so it doesn't hurt."
"Oh." Zhao Qian looked around and made sure no one around heard her. She continued in a low voice, "Since my junior has given up, then you can let your current suitor, Comrade Xiao Lin, get this tattoo. See how he feels about your sincerity!"
Xu Zhinan smiled.
"Be careful or you might fall again," said Zhao Qian.
Zhao Qian ran over and said, "Are you okay, Nan? Yueyue told me before that you had injured your knee during the summer vacation."
He fell to his knees on the grass.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay. I’ll go there in the evening.]
"It's still early. It doesn't start until 5pm. I'll call you half an hour in advance so we can practice and get familiar with each other."
Lin Qingye smiled, glanced at his phone, and then subconsciously looked in her direction, but she was gone, and he didn't know where she had hidden.
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay. I’ll go there in the evening.]
Lin Qingye was the first to complain, and said with a smile.
"good."
Xu Zhinan looked at the window, and only breathed a sigh of relief after watching the two boys leave. When he looked away, he suddenly realized that he and Lin Qingye were very close and could feel each other's breath.
Xu Zhinan unconsciously lowered his gaze.
"You are so beautiful!!!"
Xu Zhinan was stunned.
Xu Zhinan followed her gaze and saw that the entrance was crowded with people, and among them there was a particularly tall man.
Halfway through the game, the monitor suddenly came over and asked, "Who's free later?"
Lin Qingye stood on the stage and watched for a while, then turned his head and said to the old professor beside him: "Teacher, let's go down and take a look."
Xu Zhinan stood in front of the sink and used a tissue dipped in water to wipe the mud spots on his pants.
"Thank you so much, Anan!"
“And this?”
He stood up and pulled her wrist. Next to the bathroom was the indoor table tennis room.
She paused and turned around. Lin Qingye was standing behind her. She didn't know when he came in.
"That's true. After seeing the blue-haired Lin Qingye, I really feel that it's a waste of talent to leave a 'beauty' like Lin Qingye alone!"
The distance was quite far, so he squinted and looked for a while, and his phone vibrated again.
Xu Zhinan stuffed the drawing into his schoolbag.
Xu Zhinan took out nails and a hammer from the tool box, and Xu Zhenfan stood on a chair and hammered the nails for her.
As soon as she finished speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the stadium.
A class ended, Xu Zhinan had just finished painting, but most people hadn't finished yet.
The two of them hunched over and hid by the window of the table tennis room.
The eight-person eight-legged race was about to begin. All the classes were already practicing on the lawn in the middle. They tied their ankles in pairs with cloth strips, put their arms around each other's shoulders, and shouted "one, two, one, two" as they moved forward in an orderly manner.
Zhao Qian, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but mutter as she painted: "I was quite touched by what the professor said at the beginning, but now I feel like my temper is coming out as I paint. Am I that ugly!?"
"It sounds great. Is the demo out yet?"
[Lin Qingye: It’s okay. I’ll go there in the evening.]
She was about to speak when a boy suddenly walked past the window of the table tennis room. His height was just above the shoulders. He stopped in front of the window, turned around and called out "friend".
Zhao Qian reacted violently. She nudged Xu Zhinan with her elbow and whispered to her ear: "Fuck! Nan, look!"
"An Nan, have you gone to class?" Zhao Qian called her.
She paused and turned around. Lin Qingye was standing behind her. She didn't know when he came in.
"Not yet. I just made up a melody yesterday. I haven't written the lyrics yet, but I think it's probably settled."
Everyone in the stands rushed up instantly, leaned over the railings, stretched their necks to watch, and took out their cell phones to take pictures.
Jiang Yue is seizing all her time to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination and is currently listening to an online political course with headphones on.
Xu Zhinan followed her gaze and saw that the entrance was crowded with people, and among them there was a particularly tall man.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she began to feel her face getting hot again.
After practicing a few times, Xu Zhinan's body was quite coordinated and she cooperated well without falling. It was better than she thought.
However, Xu Zhinan's skin was tender, so marks were easily left on her body. Lin Qingye looked at her legs, but his thoughts inadvertently slipped down, and his Adam's apple moved.
"I haven't seen him either. Maybe there are other girls he likes."
Halfway through the game, the monitor suddenly came over and asked, "Who's free later?"
Xu Zhinan was stunned.
Xu Zhinan looked around, then raised his hand hesitantly: "Then how about I take over?"
It's true that I wasn't hurt, but I was a little red.
She didn't know what Lin Qingye was thinking at the moment.
"I'm here to give you a banner." As he said this, he pulled out a long sealed tube from the bag, unscrewed the lid, and inside was a rolled-up banner.
[Xu Zhinan: Do you have something to ask me?]
But Xu Zhinan never gets too enthusiastic with these people, and there is no response to his pursuit. By now, most of them have given up.
He fell to his knees on the grass.