Hunks Don't Want Routine

"Why does Auntie..."

"The reason why she can live is also the key to the complete disappearance of the curse." Yao Yaoling smiled, "Now she is a living person, that's all."

"...Yao, thank you very much no matter what, and I hope to repay you if I have the opportunity in the future."

"Let's talk about it when you see me in the future."

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The next day, the dormitory ended and the students returned to school one after another.

Originally, the students wanted to spend a day preparing gifts for Yao Yaoling, but when they learned that Yao Yaoling was leaving today, they could only cry "why?"

After leaving the classroom, Yao Yaoling walked alone in the empty aisle of the school and looked at the surrounding scenery.

This is the No.1998 day he lived in 30, and everything is like a dream.

"Student Yao."

"It's Misaki."

Hearing the voice, Yao Yaoling knew who was behind him even without turning his head.

Jian Qiming walked behind Yao Yaoling and pulled his sleeve, and said in a very soft tone.

"Can you come somewhere with me?"

"Okay."

He did not refuse to see Qi Ming, and walked towards the depths of the teaching building with her.

Open the door of a classroom, there are easels and drawing boards scattered inside, each drawing board is still pasted with unfinished watercolor paintings.

"This is the art classroom, and I am also a member of the art department of the school."

Misaki Ming smiled and pointed to a chair in the middle of the studio.

"Can I trouble Yao to sit over there?"

"So that's why you want me to be a model." Yao Yaoling smiled casually, "But wait a moment, I don't want to appear in your paintings like this."

He looked around, and from the side of one of the easels he picked up a box knife, which the art department staff used to sharpen pencils.

Because of the sudden lengthening of his hair, Yao Yaoling could only tie his hair into a ponytail first, and he didn't seem to let his long hair stay on his head for too long.

Grabbing her own hair, Yao Yaoling picked up the utility knife and scratched hard at the place where the hair rope was tied.

The waist-length hair was cut off in an instant.

Seeing this, Jian Qiming stepped forward and caught Yao Yaoling's long flowing hair that had been cut off.

"Your hair is really beautiful." Misaki Naruto stroked the soft hair and asked, "Can you give it to me?"

"Oh, take it."

"Thank you."

Carefully placing a large handful of blond hair on the table, Jian Qiming took out a pair of scissors from his pencil case and walked slowly behind Yao Yaoling.

"Prune it a little bit."

"sorry to bother you."

As the scissors made a 'click click' sound, some broken hair fell from Yao Yaoling's head.

It didn't take long for Yao Yaoling to restore her original hairstyle.

"Well, it's alright."

"Thank you."

After trimming Yao Yaoling's hairstyle, Jian Qiming returned to his seat, pasted a blank piece of paper on the drawing board and sharpened the pencil with a utility knife.

While observing the smiling Yao Yaoling sitting in front of her, she drew shapes on the white paper with a pencil.

The entire art classroom was very quiet, except for the rustling of pencils rubbing against the paper, no sound could be heard.

Seeing Qiming painting quietly, Yao Yaoling also quietly acted as his model.

Even though they knew that they were going to part soon, they didn't say a word between them.

A sketch of a face can be completed within three hours even by a beginner with some basic knowledge, and Naruto Misaki, as a member of the art department, is at least no better than ordinary beginners.

At least, she has been painting this painting for a very long time.

Or they want to be perfect, or they simply enjoy the time when the two of them are quiet and alone.

Which one it is, only Naruto Misaki, who is a painter, knows.

She didn't seem to pay attention to the time, but kept sketching Yao Yaoling's face with a pencil on the paper.

There is no clock here, only the change of light outside the window can make people perceive the passage of time.

This painting has been drawn from noon to dusk.

It wasn't until the golden sunset shone into the studio that Misaki Naruto stopped painting.

She put down the pen, glanced at the pencil sketch in front of her that was exactly the same as Yao Yaoling, and muttered to herself while lightly placing her fingers on the painting.

"I will never forget you."

The setting sun entered the studio through the window, leaving a touch of red on Misaki Naruto's cheeks.

And the model seat in front of her, which was also surrounded by warm light, was empty at this time.

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Chapter 540 Five: Return

Yao Yaoling opened his eyes.

Under the dark night sky, the moonlight shone on him.

The sporadic lights in the residential area in the distance made Yao Yaoling barely able to see the scenery in front of him clearly.

As far as he could see was the dilapidated hospital covered with weeds, and the old man beside him was looking at him curiously.

"This classmate?"

"Ok?"

"You seemed to be stunned just now, were you thinking about something?"

"I didn't think about it, Mr. Qianye." Yao Yaoling said with a smile.

"Sir? It's really strange that a child like you would call me, an old man, sir."

The white-haired Qianye looked at Yao Yaoling, there seemed to be a hint of reminiscence in her cloudy eyes.

"You haven't answered my question just now."

"what is the problem?"

"Classmate, is your surname Yao?"

"Yes."

"Is that so...that's really amazing."

Qianye smiled and nodded, then turned to look in the direction of the abandoned hospital.

"Maybe it's because I'm old, and I always want to talk to someone when I have nothing to do. Is it convenient for Yao to listen to me tell a story?"

"Please say."

"There used to be a class that suffered a terrible 'curse', and the 'curse' took away the lives of the students every year like playing a game, and it continued year after year, and every student who was promoted to this class would Dominated by fear." Chihiro said slowly, "And six years after No. 20, when the 'curse' started, a hero came to this class."

"hero?"

"Yeah, a hero."

A smile appeared on Qianye's old face.

"He solved the 'curse' that lasted for 26 years by himself. Stories about him have been circulating. Almost all the students who entered that class in the middle school knew that there was a hero who defeated the calamity and let the later students Don't be tortured by the fear of death."

"Is that so... Didn't it happen after the curse? That's pretty good."

"Yeah... It's just that the hero only stayed in the class for a month. After the incident was resolved, he left without even saying goodbye to the students, and never appeared again as if he had disappeared from the world."

"It's a boring story at first glance." Yao Yaoling laughed.

"Yeah, it sounds boring, but often only those who have lived in the story can realize the greatness of that hero." Qianye said.

"Mr. Qianye, I also have a story here, would you like to hear it?"

"Student Yao, please tell me."

Qianye's tone has always been amiable and amiable from just now.

Yao Yaoling cleared his throat slightly and began to talk about himself: "Once upon a time, there was a cruel, insensitive, and inconsiderate demon who transferred to a 'cursed' class because of an accident. In such an environment, the devil remembered the teachings of his friend, and wanted to be a praised angel from now on... I thought that I could only do bad things in this life, but the students in this class were willing to give the devil a chance to prove himself. "

Speaking of this, Yao Yaoling seemed to have a strange look in his eyes.

"With the help of the students, Devil became a guy he was proud of, and he finally left the school with gratitude and went back to where he belongs."

"..."

"My story is also quite boring, thanks to Mr. Qianye, you can listen to it." Yao Yaoling laughed.

"No, classmate Yao spoke very well. It really revealed a side that I didn't know."

Looking at my mobile phone, it can be said that it is very late now.

"Mr. Qianye, it's getting dark. I'm going to the hotel to tidy up my things. You can go home almost now. It's not safe to go out at night if you're too old."

"Hahaha, thank you for your concern."

The aged Chihiro Tatsuji nodded with a smile, turned around and walked towards his home.

When Yao Yaoling was about to walk towards the hotel, Qianye suddenly turned around and shouted to Yao Yaoling in front of her: "Classmate Yao!"

"what?"

"It's the New Year now, and many students in the class back then have come back to hold a class reunion, remember to attend."

"..."