Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

The assignment deadline assigned by the instructor is three days, and today is the final deadline.

There are still ten minutes left before class starts. In the studio, there are classmates who play well with each other. They are admiring and commenting on each other's works. There is endless laughter and discussion.

"Xiaomi..." Song Jia walked over and glanced at Shi Rong quietly.

Song Jia and Mi Rong were really frightened these days, but they were relieved when they saw that Shi Rong and Fu Zhijing had no intention of asking them for money.

Mi Rong raised his head, "What's wrong, Xiaojia?"

Song Jia squatted down next to Mi Rong and whispered: "The squad leader just came to me and said that he wanted to change places with you... I can give you [-] yuan as a replacement fee."

After so many days, Song Jia no longer had the original pride.

He had always thought that having a little money was nothing great, but when he was in debt and worried all the time, he had to admit that sometimes people really need a little money.

Just by changing seats, you can stay away from annoying people and earn an extra ten thousand for no reason. No one will refuse such a good thing.

Mi Rong was naturally moved. The seats in their studio are fixed and cannot be changed. But generally both parties are willing, and if the exchange is made privately, the teacher won't say much.

However, Mi Rong was a little confused: "Why does the monitor want to change seats with me?"

Is there anything special about his position?

"Don't worry about it, Xiaomi, just change it." Song Jia glanced at Shi Rong quietly again, fearing that Shi Rong would suddenly say something and ask them to pay back the money.

Mi Rong nodded, took out the drawing board, packed up his belongings, and walked back.

Shi Rong was making the last modifications to the picture and didn't even notice the movement next to him. It wasn't until Xie Qingyuan's voice sounded hauntingly that he completely interrupted his immersive state——

"Shi Rong, can I ask you a question?"

Shi Rong's hand only paused for a few seconds, then quickly returned to its previous state and continued to make changes on the painting.

Xie Qingyuan was already used to Shi Rong's indifference to him, so he directly dropped a bomb: "Do you like that Fu Zhijing?"

Xie Qingyuan read Shi Rong's information. His parents died and he was adopted by the Fu family. Growing up with Fu Zhijing, they can be called childhood sweethearts.

The Fu family did protect Shi Rong very well, and the information about him was only a few pages, but Xie Qingyuan still got some information from it.

If a person loses his parents at the age of ten, and someone happens to be by his side all the time, comforting him... is it normal to fall in love with that person, right?

Under Shi Rong's cold gaze, Xie Qingyuan's smile remained unchanged. Therefore, the "Prison Bird" that he was also amazed by was actually painted by Shi Rong himself!

But Shi Rong likes Fu Zhijing and is willing to be trapped in a cage called "Fu Zhijing" and unwilling to get out...

It would be a lie to say that Shi Rong is so in love with her that she cannot help herself. But Xie Qingyuan did have a strong interest in Shi Rong, and felt that Shi Rong was very suitable for him in every aspect.

He could tell that Fu Zhijing and Shi Rong were interested in each other, but as the saying goes, "a bamboo horse is no match for the sky." If they could be together, they would have been together long ago, so how could it be his turn to take advantage of it?

"People who are nosy will not live long." Shi Rong thought of the plot of the book, his eyes were cold.

Xie Qingyuan doesn't appear many times, but he plays the role of a troublemaker who is afraid of chaos in the world. In order for Rice in the book to reach Fu Zhijing, it all depends on him.

At the same time, he also revealed the ambiguous relationship between Mi Mi and Fu Zhijing to Shi Rong in the book. And Xie Qingyuan watched with cold eyes, watching him go crazy for love, watching him burn his life and turn into ashes...

"But your business is nothing to me." Xie Qingyuan looked gentle.

"Do you know what you look like?" Shi Rong's lips straightened.

Xie Qingyuan's eyes were tolerant: "Tell me about it."

"Like garbage stuck to the soles of shoes that can't be shaken off." Shi Rong's eyes were full of disgust for him, and he said every word.

Xie Qingyuan's face darkened. Anyone who is insulted so mercilessly will not be in a good mood: "You seem to hate me all the time."

Isn't this a no-brainer? In Shi Rong's heart, Xie Qingyuan's dislike was on the same level as rice. Not wanting to say anything more to him, Shi Rong said coldly: "Yes, you can get out of here."

There are not many people who hate Xie Qingyuan. Because he is good at pretending, his true face is always hidden under a gentle false mask, and people are often easily confused by the appearance of things, superficial and stupid.

This shows how different the situation is.

"But, I like you very much." Xie Qingyuan said softly, with a dark light flashing in his eyes.

Shi Rong turned a deaf ear.

Soon, when class time came, the instructor entered the studio. He was a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties with a serious face. He walked around the classroom and began to inspect the students' homework completion.

"Your painting is not clear enough, the relationship between the whitening and the whitening is not done correctly, and the relationship between the whitening and the dyeing is even more confusing..."

"I can see that you are a little hesitant in your strokes. The lines and strokes look lackluster. You have to be bold and careful when painting..."

If the instructor can teach at H University, he must have rich experience. In just a few words, he pointed out the problems of some people, which impressed the students.

Slowly, the instructor came to Xie Qingyuan.

Xie Qingyuan painted a picture of an angel with compassionate eyes, suspended in the air, waving holy water between his fingers. Under his feet, countless poor people in ragged clothes were prostrate on the ground, as if expressing gratitude to the angels for their kindness...

The theme of his paintings is "Great Love".

The instructor looked at it for a while and said: "Your painting is perfect, the ideas and composition are impeccable, the style of painting is also very mature, and you have a unique personal style."

Xie Qingyuan has heard a lot of compliments since he was a child. He was not touched by the instructor's praise, and the corners of his lips curved in a perfect arc: "Thank you, teacher."

"But," the instructor continued, "sometimes a painting doesn't need to be so perfect. Your theme is 'Great Love,' but in this painting, I can only see the angel's superiority."

"Xie Qingyuan, you are very talented. However, you still need to restrain your arrogance."

Xie Qingyuan stared at the instructor in surprise. His evaluation was exactly the same as the master's. How could he be just an ordinary instructor with such sharp eyes?

The instructor continued and finally came to Shi Rong.

Shi Rong's paintings are as eerie and dark as ever.

What he painted was a young man kneeling on the ground, holding his heart in one hand and a sharp dagger in the other. There were tears in his eyes, but the corners of his lips raised exaggeratedly.

——If you don’t accept my heart, you will only receive my sharp blade.

The instructor was silent for a long time, "Shi Rong, when I saw your works, I was shocked. You are indeed a rare genius in the painting world, but your understanding of love is too extreme."

"If you can have a new understanding of 'love', your painting skills will go further."

Shi Rong lowered his eyes and said softly: "Thank you, teacher."