I Was Once a Legend

"If that Domingo comes again now, I will definitely be able to beat him." Cui Zuojing is full of confidence. The feeling of being full of strength is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment and intoxication. He's going to get drunk again.

Dong Zheng echoed, he took a deep breath, resisted the urge to take the opportunity to do something, and said: "Go, everyone, wake up, there is still a training task today, it would be bad if you go back late and delay the business."

Cui Zuojing nodded, turned around and climbed onto the platform, and went into the room with Dong Zheng to call for someone.

After greeting Kazama Eri and thanking her for her generous hospitality, the group found a secret place except for Wang Que who hadn't fully sobered up, opened a door with Fu Zhe's key, and returned to the castle.

Until now, Cui Zuojing, Victor, and Fu Zhe have truly lifted the first seal of their respective powers.

It is said that these three people also used time, space, and physical strength to fight for a round in the space created by Fu Zhe as a running-in and demonstration. As for the result, only they know.

After a short period of adaptation, the intensity of the training returned to that of when the United States and the Soviet Union were fighting for hegemony. Everyone gained three more ability points than before, and each gained and exercised in Twilight Island, so they were not too tired.

Except Wang Que.

For some reason, the little girl has been dazed for the past two days, in a state of sleepiness all the time, and her training results have been left behind by others.

Cui Zuojing, as the chief officer, saw everything in his eyes. He asked Wang Que twice if he didn't have a good rest at night, but he got a negative answer.

Wang Que was also very confused. She slept soundly and deeply at night, but when the day passed, she would feel sleepy and tired again, and wanted to find a place to sleep again.

Victor checked her body and couldn't find anything wrong.

The shooting training was in full swing that day. After firing a hundred rounds of pistol bullets, Wang Que moved his wrist and put down the gun, and went to the side for a short rest.

She watched Dong Linhai concentrate on shooting. Although Alan and Dong Zheng did not have the shooting experience and foundation before, Linhai learned these things very quickly, and now he can do as well as Alan.

As she watched, she felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.Thinking about closing her eyes and resting for 2 minutes, Wang Que leaned on the back of the sofa, afraid to adjust to a comfortable position for fear of falling asleep, and closed her eyes.

Half a minute later, amidst the deafening gunfire, she fell into a dark sleep.

"... Wang Que."

It seemed that someone was calling her.

"Wang Que."

Wang Que opened her eyes, she raised her head, the light of the setting sun came in from the window of the classroom, sprinkled on the blackboard and the floor filled with the process of solving mathematics, making her squint her eyes.

"Why did you fall asleep? Did you not rest last night?"

The familiar face of the girl in front of him was full of worries, Wang Que raised his hand and rubbed his forehead gently, feeling his mind was muddled.

For a moment, she seemed to feel that she had forgotten a lot of important things, and now she obviously shouldn't be sitting here.

……why?

"Have I slept for a long time?"

"Yeah, almost half of the class, the teacher didn't even bother to call you, and now everyone has left."

Tan Qiuyu recalled that when her math teacher, who was always strict, found Wang Que, who was sitting in the second row lying on the table, instead of waking her up, she acted as if she hadn't seen her.She pretended to be joking and said, "Quickly, did you stay up late to study secretly without telling me last night?"

"No, maybe I'm really tired during this time, and I'll just wait until I pass the entrance exam." Wang Que packed her schoolbag as quickly as possible, got up and said with a smile to Tan Qiuyu, "Let's go back as soon as possible."

The school has set up a special cultural training class for art candidates. Today is the last day of class this week. They will go home for a day of rest before rushing to another place for art training.

Wang Que and Tan Qiuyu's family didn't live in the same urban area, and they waited together at the bus stop. Wang Que's bus arrived first. She said goodbye to Tan Qiuyu and got on the bus to go home.

The training school was very close to the starting station, and besides her, there was only the driver in the car.Wang Que chose a seat at the back by the window and sat down, took off her schoolbag and put it on her lap, unzipped the zipper, and took out her drawing book from inside.

She flipped through this week's practice one by one, looking for details that might not have been handled well in the warm light of the sunset and the slight bumps of the bus.

After flipping through all the thick volumes, Wang Que suddenly found that there seemed to be one missing.

Her notebook is actually a hard cover folder, which contains all the completed and unfinished paintings of this week, which is very convenient to take out.

She was very impressed by the missing painting. It was a watercolor she painted in the studio three days ago. It painted the appearance of the classroom from a bird's-eye view. Whether it was light and shadow, perspective or color, it was handled very well. Even The teachers are full of praise.

Wang Que couldn't help becoming anxious. Sometimes art is a sudden burst of inspiration. Even the original author can't reproduce an excellent work. That painting is her most satisfying work recently, and she doesn't want to just throw it away without knowing it.

Wang Que rummaged through the entire schoolbag, but couldn't find where the painting was. She lost her mind now. She frowned slightly, comforting herself that maybe she had fallen in the classroom?

So she sent a text message to her parents saying that she left something at school and went back to pick it up, and she would go home later to tell them not to worry. She got off at the next station, walked to the platform on the other side of the street, got on the train going in the opposite direction, and went back. School.

Ten minutes later, Wang Que returned to the school. She had the key to the classroom and opened the door to go in. She went to her seat and searched around, but couldn't find the missing painting.

Is it really lost?

Sitting on the chair, Wang Que felt numb in his hands and feet, and felt so sad that he wanted to cry.

You must know that drawing such a picture is rare.

She took a deep breath and told herself not to panic. Holding her last hope, she clicked on the chat interface of Hetan Qiuyu and asked, "Qiuyu, one of my paintings is missing. Did you see the classroom view from the top view?"

The sun gradually sank below the horizon, and it was already dark. Sitting in the empty classroom, Wang Que was a little scared. She waited patiently. Finally, her phone vibrated.

Qiu Yu: Ah, I wanted to take a look at that painting, but you were sleeping at the time, so I didn't call you.

Seeing this sentence, Wang Que's breath was stuck in his chest, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

She felt uncontrollable anger and grievance, and the tears that had been suffocated in her eyes because of the loss of the painting couldn't be held back at once, and fell onto the screen of the mobile phone, reflecting a chaotic color on the screen.

Tan Qiuyu: I really like your light and shadow picture so much, I just took it if I wanted to learn it, and you were in a hurry to go home after waking up, so I forgot to tell you, sorry, there is no delay, right?

[Next time, please tell me before taking it away, do you know that I have been looking for it. 】Wang Que typed this line in the input box, took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and suddenly felt that she was a little too hypocritical.

It is obviously a good thing that the painting was found, and Qiu Yu also apologized and said that she forgot to mention it. Would her tone be a bit harsh?

She deleted the words one by one and re-entered:

[It's okay, I didn't find it just now and I was in a hurry, if you took it away, don't worry, it's okay, bring it to me when I go to the studio the day after tomorrow. 】

Without reading Tan Qiuyu's reply, Wang Que stuffed her mobile phone into her schoolbag and left school in the dark. After waiting for 5 minutes alone at the cold and windy station in December, she finally boarded the bus home again.

After returning home, she adjusted the drawing board again, and continued to draw until late at night, and did not go to wash and rest until she was too sleepy to hold on.

Next week is the entrance exam, she has to work harder.

When she went to Beijing for training last month, she met a teacher from CAFA, a well-known oil painter. The teacher liked her very much, and even said that she was the most talented student he had seen in the past two years.

The teacher determined that with Wang Que's level, he would be able to pass the joint and school exams with high grades. When the time comes, as long as he passes the culture class and enters CAFA, he will choose Wang Que as his student.

No, there will definitely be many teachers scrambling to ask for Wang Que. Wang Que still remembers the gray-haired old artist sitting on the chair that day, smiling and saying to her: "The knowledge those old guys can bring you is definitely not as good as I have many, you must find me first."

On the day of the training in the studio, Wang Que arrived very early as usual. As the last student who came and left early every day, she had the key to the studio.

Not long after Wang Que sat down, a boy came in with tools on his back. He sat down in front of his drawing board next to Wang Que. Wang Que was studying the works of the previous few days as usual, only to hear the jingle of packing up. The sound seemed to be more flustered than before.

She turned her head to look, just in time to meet the boy's nervous gaze.

Wang Que smiled at him, but saw the boy stand up and walk in front of her.

This boy is not from the same school as her, but they are studying in the same studio. The two have known each other for nearly a year and have a very good relationship.

"Wang Que, there is something I want to tell you." The boy looked back at the studio door to make sure no one came in. He took a deep breath and put his hands behind his back.

Wang Que looked at him, put down the paintbrush in his hand, and smiled blankly and politely.

The next moment, she heard the young man in front of her pretending to be calm and saying: "The college entrance examination is coming soon. Although the time may not be right now, I still want to tell you——I like you."

"When the college entrance examination is over, if we all go to Central America, will you give me a chance to be with you?"

Wang Que was stunned.

She never thought that she would be confessed, to be precise, by the boy in front of her.

Tan Qiuyu had secretly told her a month ago that she secretly liked this boy.

Wang Que also advised her at that time, wanting to help her, thinking about how to make the boy feel good about Tan Qiuyu.

Why is it like this now?

Wang Que was silent for a while, facing the young man's anxious eyes, seeing the time passing by, and someone else would come in soon, so he could only softly say: "Sorry, I have no plans to fall in love for the time being, if there is any If there is a chance, let's talk about this issue after I am an adult, shall we?"

The boy understood what she meant, and became obviously depressed. Wang Que refused very tactfully on the grounds that he didn't want to fall in love early, and also saved him enough face. He raised his hand embarrassingly and rubbed his nose, saying: "Okay... ...Sorry, I was abrupt."

"It's okay." Wang Que breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up the brush again and stared at the drawing board for a while but couldn't concentrate.

When Tan Qiuyu told her that she liked this boy, Wang Que wasn't surprised at all after a brief surprise.

He is very gentle and meticulous, with a height of 1.8 meters. Although he is not very handsome, he is better than his handsome features.According to Wang Que's understanding, his grades in cultural subjects were mediocre, but his grades in art were the best in the studio other than hers, on par with Tan Qiuyu.

Wang Que originally thought that the two were a good match.

The atmosphere in the studio was awkward for a while, but fortunately, not long after, someone came in again, talking about Qiu Yu.

The girl with short pear-blossom hair went straight to Wang Que, took out a painting from her bag, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Wang Que, you did a good job in drawing. I tried to copy yesterday, but I couldn't get the feeling you had. Woolen cloth."

Wang Que took the painting and put it in the folder. Looking at Tan Qiuyu's smiling face, thinking of the boy's confession just now, she felt a sense of betrayal for a while. She didn't know how to face her, so she smiled and said: " I just happened to have a feeling, so I drew it."

Where Wang Que couldn't see, Tan Qiuyu's hands were clenched behind her back and twisted into a ball. She twisted her index finger into a horrible curve, and her knuckles were pale, as if she was full of resentment that could not be vented.