The president of Xiaotao Comics Club waited anxiously in the morning to exchange works with the only reader of the club. The readers came neither too early nor too late. He still entered the classroom with a cold face, pulled out the chair and sat down, wearing headphones to read a book. , a whole set of actions is like carving into DNA.
Tao Xi was tangled and coy for a while, but still couldn't help but leaned in, stretched out two index fingers to compare the small square, and asked mysteriously, "How is it?"
Lin Qinhe took off one of his earphones, lowered his long eyelashes, glanced at Tao Xi's fingers, and then looked at Tao Xi's blinking eyes, with an indifferent tone: "How about what?"
Tao Xi drew a square finger for a while. Could it be that after he quietly put the cartoon in Lin Qinhe's schoolbag yesterday, Lin Qinhe didn't see it when he went back
Or haven't you opened the bag at all
He was in a hurry, so he directly took the schoolbag that Lin Qinhe put on the back of the chair and lowered his head to rummage.
"..."? Lin Qinhe frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but only pursed his lower lip.
"Why not?"? There were not many things in the bag, Tao Xi looked through it for a while, but did not see the shadow of the comics at all, looking like a mourning concubine.
He put his head into the bag again, and carefully inspected the bottom of Lin Qinhe's school bag.
"No holes."
Tao Xi was about to continue to check whether it was caught in the book, when suddenly he heard a low laugh, and he suddenly looked up at Lin Qinhe.
Now that he was caught, Lin Qinhe still had a cold face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared in a microsecond.
Tao Xi narrowed his eyes and said firmly, "You are teasing me."
Lin Qinhe took the bag from Tao Xi's arms, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Is there any?"
Tao Xi found that Lin Qinhe seemed to be in a good mood today, so he decided not to care, leaned over to look at Lin Qinhe, his long curled eyelashes tugged at the morning light that slipped in from the door, and asked secretly, "So what's the matter? "
And by the way, he made up a reason for his behavior: "Our art club is going to transform. I plan to transform into drawing comics and show you how it goes."
To be honest, he was a little nervous not because he was afraid that he could not draw well, but because he was afraid that Lin Qinhe would be annoying.
After all, Lin Qinhe always said that he wasted time doing boring things.
Lin Qinhe lowered his head to read the English novel that he hadn't read a few pages last night, turned a page, and commented casually, "It's alright."
Tao Xi breathed a sigh of relief, Lin Qinhe didn't say no, it was good.
He was satisfied, took out the paper that Lin Qinhe had stuffed him with last night, and continued to do the question. Halfway through, he poked Lin Qinhe with a pen through the school uniform and said, "I can't do this question."
Lin Qinhe seemed to be in a really good mood today. He briefly explained the problem-solving ideas to him, but he still said, "I took out the physics problem yesterday."
Tao Xi was stunned for a moment, only to realize that Lin Qinhe was referring to the question he asked Lin Qinhe last night but tricked him into saying "I won't do it", he shook his head and said, "Thank you, but no need, I will ask Huang Qing in the morning. Yes, she will do it."
Then Tao Xi saw that Lin Qinhe's face changed from sunny to cloudy to blizzard again.
Tao Xi thought to himself that Lin Qinhe might not be as light-hearted about his grades as it appeared on the surface, but he also had a deep prejudice against the second grade next to him.
He thought about it for a while, and said empathetically, "You will definitely do that question too."
Tao Xi took a little time every day to draw small cartoons in the sea of the mountains, and insisted on drawing for more than a week.
At first he thought it was very simple, but he didn't know what to draw more and more later, so he had to borrow a copy of "The Latest Humor Story" from the library. He didn't see that this book was published in 2002.
After school one night, Yang Duole and Lin Qinhe got into the Lin family's car and went back together. Not long after they sat down, Yang Duole saw Lin Qinhe open his schoolbag and rummaged through it.
"Have you lost something in the classroom?" Yang Duole asked.
"No."
Yang Duole leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest. He was a little out of energy all day today and planned to take a short nap in the car.
But he suddenly heard a low laugh, Yang Duole quickly opened his eyes and looked aside, Lin Qinhe was still expressionless under the dim headlights.
Yang Duole asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"
"nothing."
Yang Duole let out an "oh" and continued to close his eyes to sleep.
Lin Qinhe opened the paper in his hand again. The protagonist of today's four-frame comic is a peach-shaped fondant.
The first square of fondant was walking down the street, the second was walking, the third was still walking, and the fourth was bending down and saying, "My feet are so soft."
After several days like this, Yang Duole couldn't have noticed that something was wrong. He once deliberately pretended to sleep in the car and narrowed his eyes when he saw Lin Qinhe taking out a piece of paper from his schoolbag and looking at it, and then he was careful after reading it. He folded it up and tucked it into the book and put it in his bag, his face was calm and unmoved from beginning to end.
Yang Duole couldn't help but wonder if Lin Qinhe had a tendency to fall in love with puppyhood, but as soon as the idea came up, he pinched it away.
It is absolutely impossible. Except for Qiao Yitang, the youngest daughter of the Qiao family, who is a close friend of the Lin family, Lin Qinhe has almost no female friends. There are so many girls who have chased after Lin Qinhe over the years, and none of them have succeeded.
He was very curious, but he didn't dare to look through Lin Qinhe's schoolbag secretly. Lin Qinhe had a strong desire to control his personal belongings. No one, including him and Luo Zhengyin, could take Lin Qinhe's things without authorization, whether it was a schoolbag. Or the furnishings in the room.
Yang Duole remembered that during the summer vacation, he was doing homework in Lin Qinhe's room, and saw a wooden box in the bookcase. Open.
Yang Duole quietly opened the box while Lin Qinhe was going out and looked at it, and found that there were dozens of letters, a rolled up painting, and a copy of Chinese composition.
Because the copy of the composition was placed at the top, he recognized it at a glance. It was one of the full-scoring compositions printed and distributed by the Chinese group of the first year of senior high school after the final exam of the first year of senior high school. The language teacher in his class said that the composition was written by Qingshui. County No. 1 Middle School, titled "The Man Chasing the Moon", Yang Duole was impressed because his female classmate was crying at the time.
When Yang Duole wanted to continue reading the letter below, Lin Qinhe called out his full name with a sullen face.
That time, Lin Qinhe made a big fire, and Yang Duole was so scared that he didn't dare to go to Lin Qinhe's room to do homework for a few days.
In addition to studying and serializing comics, Tao Xi also thought about making money to buy mobile phones. He finally caught a business opportunity after returning to his dormitory one night.
"Xida, ball? Ball? You, I really can't finish painting. You don't know how many paintings Sister Lei has arranged for the four-day National Day holiday. I want Parkinson's hand to paint, and my eyes are about to have retinal detachment. !" Pan Yan wiped his tears with his paint-stained hands.
Pan Yan's art teacher, Jiang Lei, is a well-known female underworld in the art department of Wenhua No. 1 Middle School. She has a fiery temper and a fierce style. If anyone dares to delay their homework, she can yell at this person for an hour without panting.
"I really don't have time." Tao Xi flatly refused. He didn't finish the papers that Zhou Qiang put into him, and he didn't even draw tomorrow's comics.
Pan Yan begged his father to tell his grandmother for a long time, but Tao Xi was still unmoved. He had nothing to do. Thinking of his National Day travel plan, he reluctantly said: "Otherwise, Xi Da, how about I pay you to paint? 100 yuan a piece. Zhang, just help me draw five pictures!"
Tao Xi's ears moved, but her expression did not reveal any flaws. She frowned and said hesitantly, "This is not very good. What if your teacher finds out that my imitation of your painting doesn't look like it."
Pan Yan saw that there was a little looseness, and quickly struck while the iron was hot: "I still don't believe in your painting skills? You do it well, I will definitely bring you something delicious when I come back from this trip!"
Tao Xi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, I have too much homework and probably not enough time."
Pan Yan's heart was ruthless, and he gritted his teeth: "I will give you 200 pieces. You don't have to draw too well, just follow my garbage level!"
"make a deal."
Tao Xi snapped his fingers and made a decision with satisfaction.
The day before the National Day holiday, the entire class was frantically rushing homework for the National Day, trying to squeeze out more vacation time.
Bi Chengfei and his tablemate Hu Tong were quarreling again. After the quarrel began to fight, they turned to harass Tao Xi: "Brother Xi, are you going out to play this holiday? My aunt wants to take me to South Korea to watch her idol's concert."
Tao Xi was burying his head in his homework for the National Day, but he didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "Don't play."
He didn't want to take a holiday at all, he couldn't see Lin Qinhe during the holiday, and he didn't have a mobile phone, so a holiday meant that he lost contact with the world.
Tao Xi glanced at Lin Qinhe on the side, a little curious about how Lin Qinhe would arrange it, and pretended to ask casually, "At the same table, are you going out to play?"
Bi Chengfei interjected: "I know! I heard from Yakult that he wants to go to Japan with Xue Shen, and he envy me to death."
Tao Xi lowered his eyelashes, turned his pen in a circle, and said dryly, "It's only four days, you still go abroad, is it too late?"
He also wanted to go to Japan with Lin Qinhe, but it would be nice if he had the money to visit Wenhua City.
Bi Chengfei said: "Japan and South Korea are very close, but it is too late, but there is no time to write homework. Brother Xi, if you have a mobile phone, I can take pictures of delicious food for you. In exchange, you can take homework for me. copy."
Tao Xi was so annoyed that he decided not to add Bi Chengfei as a friend after he bought a mobile phone.
He threw the pen away and slept on his desk with his head on his arm and his face turned to the other side.
Bi Chengfei noticed that Tao Xi seemed unhappy, rolled his eyes, and hurriedly said, "Brother Xi, don't bother, I came back from Korea to bring you a gift!"
"Don't make me sleep." Tao Xi said with his eyes closed.
Bi Chengfei reached out and rubbed Tao Xi's head. Lin Qinhe glanced at him as soon as he put his paws on.
He subconsciously retracted his claws and turned back honestly, feeling embarrassed that he secretly licked the neighbor's cat and was stared at by the neighbor.
During the four-day National Day holiday, almost only Tao Xi lived in the entire dormitory building. Every time he went out to eat, he would stare at the only uncle who was left behind to take care of him.
Tao Xi finished all his homework in the first two days, from seven o'clock to eleven o'clock in the evening, except for eating and bathing, he hardly had any rest.
From the third day, he got up again at seven and began to paint Pan Yan, three still lifes and two figures.
It would not be difficult for Tao Xi to just paint, but he has to imitate Pan Yan's paintings. Others carve flowers in feces, and he has to mix feces in flowers, which is no different from eating flies.
From the sunrise to the moonrise, only three paintings were completed. Tao Xi faced these three paintings and felt that he really wanted Parkinson's in his hands and retinal detachment in his eyes.
On the last day of vacation, when he finished the last two paintings, his hands were sore that he couldn't hold the pen.
"200 yuan is really less." Tao Xi gritted his teeth.
He didn't know that when he remembered that it only sold for 200 yuan a few years later, he would like to ask Pan Yan, a cheapskate, to pay him back 2 million yuan.
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