When Su Ruo came back, Bai Lixin naturally didn't have to go to school for Su Ruo. The next day, Bai Lixin stayed at home and watched the live broadcast. The content of the live broadcast was none other than Su Ruo's university day. 419 can interpret the scenes of this world, which is a piece of cake for him.
When Su Ruo walked into the long-lost university, her mood was quite different from that of two months ago. Two months ago, he was still a young man who devoted himself to studying and working hard for his ideals. However, after these two months of getting along with Zhao Yunhai every day and the thrilling experience, he immediately felt that his vision had broadened a lot, and his artistic conception of painting had also changed a lot.
When his classmates and teachers asked him about his lame leg, he prevaricated it by saying "it's just a broken bone, and it has been healed". And Su Qing's hairstyle is slightly longer than Su Ruo's. Now that his hairstyle has changed slightly, others only think that he has cut his hair, and they don't doubt it much.
Su Ruo smiled reassuringly when she saw that these two months had been fooled by them without anyone noticing. He exchanged two months of study for his loyal dog Zhao Yunhai, it was really worth it.
Although private universities of the arts do not take exams every day like high schools, due to its high threshold, they often have credit exams in normal times. The so-called credit exams mean that these exam scores will be converted into credits and added to the total credits at the end of each semester. , directly affects the final grades of students, so everyone attaches great importance to it.
On the day Su Ruo came back, it happened to be the time of the professional credit exam, and it happened to be the two major majors with the highest credits. After the test papers were handed out, Su Ruo sat on the desk in a daze.
These are all learned in the past two months. He has been with Zhao Yunhai in the country, so how can he have the energy and time to read them? Su Ruo bit her lip and looked at the test paper aggrieved. Really, why didn't Su Qing say in advance that there would be a credit test today? If he had reminded himself earlier, then he would have to wait for Su Qing to finish the exam before coming back.
But thinking about it in his heart, Su Ruo could only bite the bullet and answer. Two hours passed in a short while, one door in the morning and one door in the afternoon, Su Ruo spent the whole day sitting on pins and needles in embarrassment.
After school in the evening, he had time to run to Qu Yasong's studio.
Su Ruo ran to the door of Qu Yasong's studio, took a deep breath, gently pushed the door open and walked in quietly.
The angel Qu Yasong was immersed in the painting, and did not hear the sound of anyone approaching at all. He stared at the drawing board obsessively, holding a paintbrush in his hand and gently depicting something on the drawing paper.
Su Ruo walked behind Qu Yasong, and took a look with her head. On the drawing paper was a bust of a character, with a handsome face and strands of hair wet with sweat.
Seeing the content of the picture, Su Ruo felt sweetness in her heart. Qu Yasong really loved her, and he was secretly painting herself. Thinking of this, he slowly hugged Qu Yasong's waist from behind.
Qu Yasong was drawing the boy's eyes in the painting, when someone suddenly hugged him, he dragged the paintbrush to draw a line with a shake of his hand.
He frowned, pulled Su Ruo out with his arms, stood up, and looked back at Su Ruo with indifferent eyes: "Why are you here?"
Su Ruo swallowed, suddenly felt that Qu Yasong in front of her was so strange. He shook his body, and whispered: "I have been abroad for the past two months, and I have experienced a lot of feelings, and my mood has changed a lot. Suddenly I have inspiration, and I want to come and draw it."
Qu Yasong still said indifferently: "There is an independent student studio on the third floor, where your creation should be."
Su Ruo froze, looking at Qu Yasong in disbelief, he rushed forward and hugged Qu Yasong: "You won't let me paint here? Why, you are my boyfriend, I can't use Is it your studio?"
Qu Yasong frowned and took two steps back, looking at the young man in front of him who was about to cry.
Obviously they have similar faces, Su Ruo looks like a water lotus when she cries, but the baby is always like a sun. Su Ruo's appearance was simply too ugly. Thinking of what he did, Qu Yasong felt inexplicably disgusted and disgusted, "No, it's not anymore. You and I broke up, Su Ruo."
Bailixin, who was watching the live broadcast simultaneously in his mind, suddenly heard a 419 prompt: [Congratulations to the host, the perception of the souls of the two main gods has been synchronized just now, and the soul fusion rate has reached 14%. ]
Bai Lixin let out a "huh" and said in his heart: [Directly increased by 2%? How could there be such a high degree of integration if there was only rejection and disgust towards Su Ruo? ]
[Because this kind of emotion has never appeared before, Master Host. Just like when you start making love, both souls strongly want to have you. This perception of the same frequency is even so strong that it shatters the barrier wall, directly increasing the soul fusion to 1%. And since then, because you also tried to stimulate the soul of the main god, the two main gods gradually reached a consensus on the perception of Zhao Yunhai, and merged with 1%, and then reached a consensus on the worry that your leg disease could not be cured. , 1% again, this is 3%. A person's emotions are not just one kind of feeling, they can feel all kinds of tastes, such as ups and downs, sour, bitter, spicy, salty, so to integrate the soul, it is necessary to make all their emotions reach a consensus. ]
Bai Lixin nodded, [I see. ]
Here, 419 is giving Baili Xin popular science knowledge, but Su Ruo is dumbfounded.
Su Ruo turned pale, and said in a trembling voice, "Who said that?"
Qu Yasong was a little impatient: "I said it just now."
Su Ruo said hoarsely: "Why?! Why did you break up with me? I don't agree! You must love me, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have accepted my confession back then."
Qu Yasong pursed her lips, thinking of the foolish self who hastily agreed to Su Ruo's confession, she felt very regretful. This is the thing he regrets the most in his life until now, not one of them.
Angel Qu Yasong rubbed his forehead and said, "Su Ruo, I don't love you. I appreciate your creative techniques, artistic conception and works, just like appreciating a hero on the battlefield. When I first saw your works, I admired you. Your works have created a good impression, and you as a person. And the paintings you created before you confessed that day are the highest level of all your previous works. No one is perfect, I promise your confession, because I am with you It's very comfortable, but it's not love, it's just heroic sympathy, which is indeed my fault. Second, it's because I want to see higher-level works from you."
Su Ruo still didn't want to accept this fact. He wanted to cry, and tears kept gushing from his eyes, like a shy water lotus: "No, I don't accept your statement. Since you could accept me because of these two reasons, You can still continue to communicate with me now.”
The angel Qu Yasong was very upset seeing Su Ruo who was so stubborn, he rubbed his head, and heard the demon Qu Yasong say in his heart: Let me do it.
The angel Qu Yasong thought for a while, said "OK" in his heart, and switched positions with the demon Qu Yasong.
As soon as the devil Qu Yasong got on his body, his whole temperament changed, but he was crying sadly, so he didn't notice this change at all.
The demon Qu Yasong is not as kind as the angel Qu Yasong. He glanced at Su Ruo with dead eyes, opened a group of photos from his mobile phone, and handed them to Su Ruo, "You like this, What right do you have to stand by my side?"
Su Ruo looked at the screen through thick tears, his vision was blurry but he could still recognize the two entangled bodies on the phone, it was himself and Zhao Yunhai!
He was pressed under Zhao Yunhai, his back was arched, his head was raised slightly, his face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, his mouth was slightly opened, as if he was shouting happily. And Zhao Yunhai was lying behind him, his muscles were tense, his legs were clamping his butt tightly, and he was exerting force.
This photo is obscene and debauched, Su Ruo felt extremely ashamed when she saw it, and wished she could find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
He looked at the photo and stayed completely on the spot, forgetting to even cry. After a long time, he raised his head and said stiffly, "Qu Yasong, have you misunderstood, this is not me, it's my brother Su Qing!"
When the angel Qu Yasong heard Su Ruo defending himself, he did not hesitate to let the baby take the blame, and the last trace of pity for him disappeared in his heart. The demon Qu Yasong even sneered, pointing to the shooting time in the lower right corner and the Chinese characters displayed on the phone on the bedside table, "Su Qing was in China on the 7th of last month? I remember that day I happened to accompany him to the hospital Remove the plaster. Su Ruo, I really admire you. You can casually blame your brother for your own reputation. What will Zhao Yunhai think if he knows this? Now that he has done everything, he still wants to stay out of it. Get out? What about the kindness and simple principles that you have always boasted of?"
He paused, and glanced at Su Ruo contemptuously: "You think you are pure white and clean, but in fact your bones are already dark, Su Ruo. The reason why I don't expose you in front of others is to leave you a copy Dignity, you have to cherish this dignity."
When Su Ruo heard Qu Yasong's words, her face was burning with pain. He is a person who likes to pretend to be weak and kind. In fact, Su Ruo has always known his selfish nature. He likes to hide himself behind others, hiding himself perfectly. And he did, and he did it successfully. He also thought that his essence had returned to the day when he was exposed by others, but it was one thing to be exposed by others, but another thing to be exposed by the person he admired.
Su Ruo was so ashamed that she felt as if someone had ripped her skin off at this moment, and Qu Yasong had seen through everything inside.
His cheeks were flushed, and he lowered his head and rushed out of the studio door without even daring to look at Qu Yasong.
Seeing Su Ruo running, Qu Yasong closed the studio door again. He walked back to the drawing board, gently touched the boy's cheek on the drawing paper with his hand, and sighed: "It's a pity that it's a good painting."
Seeing this, Bai Lixin clapped his hands, [Tear the white lotus with your hands, well done. ]
After Su Ruo ran away, she went straight to the bathroom. He randomly found a toilet, closed the door, and cried out in pain.
After crying for a long time, he sniffled and carefully recalled the scene just now.
Why did Qu Yasong have that photo? There were myself and Yunhai in that room, if it wasn't myself, could it be that Zhao Yunhai sent it to Qu Yasong on purpose
Su Ruo bit her lip and stomped her feet resentfully. Zhao Yunhai clearly said that he would help him hide the affair and help him chase Qu Yasong, but he did this kind of thing behind his back.
Zhao Yunhai must have done this!
He had resentment in his heart, so he dumped the blame on Zhao Yunhai, scolding Zhao Yunhai in his heart for a long time. Only then did he think about it, Qu Yasong has always been indifferent like a banished fairy, but today he has this disgusting emotion.
He remembered Qu Yasong painting himself lovingly when he first entered the room, and remembered that photo again.
Joy flashed in my heart, could it be that what Qu Yasong said just now was all anger? It must be!
Qu Yasong must have been annoyed by that photo, he must love and hate him because he loves himself.
Last night, he purposely faced Su Qinghao in front of him to anger him. On the surface, he looked down on him with disdain, but behind his back, he still lovingly and secretly painted himself
After figuring this out, Su Ruo no longer felt the grief and indignation just now, but was full of hope instead.
He wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth and thought, I must find a way to explain clearly to Qu Yasong!