A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

"I'm at the same table, Zhuang Shen." Shen Wen casually said the name with a smile in his voice: "It's my boyfriend."

Mother Shen put the porcelain cup in her hand on the table, wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, raised her eyes and smiled slightly: "Can he see you?"

Shen Wen smiled, and said helplessly, "Mom, are you looking down on me so much?"

"Are you really with him?" Shen's mother was still smiling, but she was thinking about something: "I went to hold a parent-teacher meeting for you before, were you together then?"

Shen Wen said lazily: "No, I was still chasing at that time, and I just caught up some time ago."

Shen's mother nodded and laughed: "I know it was you who moved first. I don't think that child seems interested in you."

Shen Wen: "..."

"I've talked to his aunt a few times before, and I only know that he lost his mother since he was a child. Do you know about this?" The woman sat upright, with worried eyes.

Shen Wen said: "I know, it's not a big deal, it's mainly about my dad..."

He raised his eyes to signal the person opposite him.

Mother Shen sighed, and said, "I understand, but it's not too troublesome for him. Since your brother's accident, your father basically let go of your relationship. Late."

Shen Wen drooped his eyelashes, and took out his phone lazily to look at it.

"The room has been cleaned in advance, and if there is anything you are not used to, please tell me." Zhuang Chenxu opened a bedroom door, glanced at the people behind, and smiled: "If you want to buy anything, just buy it. You can spend the money in that card as you like."

Zhuang Shen looked in, and at a glance, Zhuang Chenxu's hand on the doorknob was very familiar on the surface.

It was the watch he gave Zhuang Chenxu before.

Zhuang Chenxu smiled gently. Seeing him staring at the watch, the smile in his eyes deepened: "In the future, you don't need to buy me such an expensive gift, as long as you are satisfied with it, you don't have a job, so you have to spend the money on yourself."

"I have a source of income," Zhuang Shen said, "I get more money from live broadcasting and playing games than you give me."

Zhuang Chenxu froze for a moment, even though he knew that the live broadcast industry was very profitable, he was still uncomfortable.

His younger brother doesn't need to show his face at all to make money by broadcasting live broadcasts to others. Wouldn't he be able to spend the rest of his life happily at home with his money?

Zhuang Chenxu just nodded, with a smile still on his face: "Are you tired from the live broadcast? How can I see you? Can I send you money?"

Hearing Zhuang Chenxu's repeated questions, Zhuang Shen chose to remain silent and said: "I'm not tired, you'd better not come here and disturb me."

He could almost predict what would happen after he told Zhuang Chenxu, and he was already very satisfied that Zhuang Chenxu would not stop him from doing this kind of work.

Zhuang Chenxu seldom listened to Zhuang Shen talking about his daily life like this before, but seeing him willing to talk about these things today made him very happy.

"I live right across from you. If you have anything to do, just knock on the door. Let's go out to eat at night." Zhuang Chenxu paused: "I'll go home at noon tomorrow, do you want to go back and have dinner with me?"

Zhuang Shen's expression was cold: "No, I'll go out tomorrow."

Zhuang Chenxu: "Where are you going?"

"Art Association, meet a teacher."

Zhuang Chenxu's eyes lit up. He had been wanting to find a teacher for Zhuang Shen before, but when he refused, he thought he didn't want a teacher. He didn't expect to be able to contact a teacher from the Artists Association. He agreed very much.

"Okay, do you want to prepare some gifts for the teacher? I just asked someone to help you buy them, and you can take them there tomorrow."

Facing Zhuang Chenxu, who was enthusiastic and more anxious than him, Zhuang Shen said with black lines: "No, he won't accept it."

Zhuang Chenxu still wanted to say something to him, but Zhuang Shen directly interrupted him: "Don't you still have work to do? Don't worry about me, brother."

Zhuang Chenxu was stunned for a moment, looked at his younger brother who was calm all the time, and said with a broken smile: "Okay, I'll intervene in your affairs, remember to come to me if you have any questions."

The American Association’s vacation was later than high school, and there were still many people in Zhuang Shen when he passed by.

The heating in the Art Association was very good. Qiu Ling took him to the large studio where classes were still in session, and said on the way: "The magazine is willing to give you a fixed section. Now that you are famous, it would be more appropriate to publish an art collection and exhibition in the future. I used to I asked someone to inquire, and now everyone is very curious about who you are, and what are you thinking now?"

Zhuang Shen: "As you wish."

Qiu Ling was a little funny.

But it's not good to release Zhuang Shen's name now. After all, he is young and not social, so Qiu Ling doesn't force it.

"Then let nature take its course, there will always be a suitable time."

This time Zhuang Shen came here to paint with everyone. Qiu Ling always kept him feeling good. Usually, Zhuang Shen would practice when he had time, so he could find something to do when he was bored.

It happened to be the break time in the classroom, and Zhuang Shen got a lot of attention as soon as he entered.

The ponytail girl who had worked with Zhuang Shen before came over to him and said, "We are free to create today, you can draw anywhere you want."

Zhuang Shen nodded, and sat in the corner with the drawing board.

The painting materials here can be used casually, which is very convenient. Zhuang Shen didn't get up after sitting down, and he didn't pay attention to other people in the studio.

But others are not as calm as him.

"He has come to the Artists Association several times, why hasn't he heard about Mr. Qiu's acceptance of apprentices?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Probably he didn't agree."

"Why didn't you agree?! You still don't agree to such a good thing!"

"Then what if... If he agrees, is there still any movement?"

"Looking at how cruel he is, I think it's possible. He's such a ruthless guy. He's talented but he's different from us."

Everyone looked at him with envy.

When Qiu Ling looked at Zhuang Shen, the satisfaction in his eyes was not fake. It was not easy to get a compliment from Master Qiu. They all wanted to be like Zhuang Shen in their dreams.

The boy sitting in the corner has an exquisite and beautiful face, and looks extraordinarily cold when he is so silent.

The headphone cable twists and turns down the side of the face, and even the skin is so delicate that it looks like a person walking out of a painting.

No matter how you look at it, it is not ordinary.

Everyone looked away, looked at the unfinished scroll, and sighed softly.

Zheng Xu, who was halfway through the painting, listened to everyone's discussions, with a sullen face, and looked at the person in the corner unwillingly.

What does it mean to be talented just to be different from them?

He felt that Zhuang Shen and them were the same kind of people, but they were just a little imitative.

Others couldn't see this kind of trick, but he could see it at a glance, but he couldn't find a way to break Zhuang Shen's disguise.

Seeing several people surrounding Zhuang Shen, looking at his painting with admiration, Zheng Xu was upset, so he also dropped his pen and walked behind Zhuang Shen.

I have to say that his pictures are really beautiful. They are obviously ordinary landscapes, but if you slightly change the saturation and color sense of the colors, they will look full of momentum and emotion.

Zhuang Shen's paintings always have a tragic beauty.

Zheng Xu looked at it coldly for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "Zhuang Shen, have you seen the recent paintings created by an anonymous painter?"

Hearing the sound, Zhuang Shen took off the earphones and replied, "I've seen it."

Zheng Xu laughed, and his guess became more confident.

Now that I have seen it, it is definitely not accidental that he still draws such a similar image!

"You'd better draw well, and don't think about using crooked ways, or you will end up in a terrible situation." Zheng Xu squinted at him, and said in a superior tone: "No one will save you then."

"?" Zhuang Shen glanced at him inexplicably.

What is this person talking about?

Zheng Xu thought that he would at least be angry, or respond to him directly after hearing what he said, but when he saw that he still didn't care about anything, he was immediately annoyed.

How can this person get Master Qiu's acceptance?

Zhuang Shen is not worthy at all!

"Anonymous's paintings are indeed beautiful, but some people are not right-minded and use their brains in some way. Although it is good for a while, but one day someone will reveal his truest side. You'd better do it yourself. "The sarcasm in Zheng Xu's words is very direct.

Zhuang Shen: "...?"

He didn't speak, and didn't know Zheng Xu's intention for a while.

It was only when Zheng Xu walked in front of him that he had a vague impression that he almost forgot that there was such a person here.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Zheng Xu felt that he was playing the piano to Niu, so he could only sneer, and with an expression that he was too lazy to talk to Zhuang Shen, he turned and left.

Zhuang Shen looked at the drawing board again, suspecting that there was something abnormal in this person's mind.

The girl with ponytail behind said to him: "Zheng Xu just likes to meddle in other people's business, don't be influenced by him, he can't say anything good, he always thinks he is very powerful."

Zhuang Shen nodded, not wanting to get entangled with this kind of person.

The dinner party between several families in Beijing was brightly lit.

Wearing a black suit, Shen Wen got out of the car slowly.

Father Shen handed over the car keys to the doorman, turned to look at him, and said, "Go inside and talk carefully, many people are waiting to see you."

Shen's mother rolled her shawl and said with a smile: "The little daughter of the Lin family has missed you several times, you really need to talk to her well."

Shen Wen replied angrily: "Understood."

Followed by a lightly dressed woman, Shen Luo smiled at him and said, "They accepted the matter between you and your boyfriend quite quickly."

As soon as Shen Luo came back, she asked about this matter from Shen Wen, and was also surprised for a moment.

The last time she was surprised was the cancer girl her elder brother dated. She thought her father would disagree with Shen Wen's matter this time, but she was amiable these two days.

"Sister, you don't have to tease me anymore." Shen Wen said with a lazy expression, "The reason for accepting it quickly is because they think this relationship won't last long."

Shen Wen is also quite strange, if Shen's father went to inquire specifically, not mentioning Zhuang Shen's family financial situation, but just a single parent remarried, he probably wouldn't be satisfied.

"I didn't make fun of you. After all, many good girls are single because of you. I really want to know how you should deal with it." Shen Luo bent her lips, and the smile in her eyes was gloating.

Shen Wen looked at the hall where the figures were swaying, his eyes were a little blank, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Shen Luo continued: "I chatted with my sisters before, and they were still saying that the Lin family and the Nie family are the most suitable if they are well matched. I don't know who will win in the end."

Sensing the gazes projected from all directions, Shen Wen glanced at the glamorous girls inside.

Right?

What does it count.

Apart from being poor, how could his deskmate be better than those rich kids?

The life of the rich is dull and full of money.

He likes to drink the cheapest porridge with his little deskmate, and to be the most ordinary student in school uniform.

Unpretentious but pleasant.