A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Shen Wen was very close to him, his breath was lingering while speaking, and his body, which was a little hotter than Zhuang Shen's, was very close at hand.

Zhuang Shen didn't move, and bumped into his eyes, and asked back: "Accompanying bed?"

As if he was used to Shen Wen's words, Zhuang Shen quickly answered again, his expression unchanged: "Now there is only one thing I can do to accompany you in bed."

Shen Wen bent his eyes, thinking that Zhuang Shen had finally gotten a little better, his voice was very low, his eyelashes drooped, and his eyes were dark: "You can do whatever you want."

"If you want to fight with me, I will accompany you at any time." Zhuang Shen tilted his head, his body moved forward, and said calmly, "If you don't want to die, just shut up."

Like a proud cat jumped onto the cabinet, wagging its tail slowly, unwilling to get close to people.

Shen Wen laughed in a low voice, but he knew what kind of thing Zhuang Shen was talking about.

"The exam... I'll take the exam according to the situation." Shen Wen pondered for a moment, and felt that it was appropriate: "If there is something important, I won't go."

As for which day is important, it all depends on his own ideas.

Shen Wen slowly admired Zhuang Shen for a while, and then noticed the scorching gaze coming from somewhere.

He followed that gaze.

Lumao stared at them closely, his eyes were bright, with the enthusiasm of probing and gossiping.

Shen Wen looked back and raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at?"

Lumao suddenly felt a chill running up his spine, Shen Wen's eyes were not friendly, like a possessive lion, if he could, he could block a protective shield in front of Zhuang Shen.

Lu Mao shook his head, and took the opportunity to tease: "No, it's just that Brother Shen doesn't seem very happy, what are you talking about?"

The corners of Shen Wen's mouth twitched, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "Can you still tell that he is unhappy?"

Lumao hesitated, looked at Zhuang Shen, and then said cautiously: "Ah...Brother Shen seems to be in a bad mood?"

Shen Wen still smiled and nodded: "You don't need to worry about his mood, just practice hard."

Lu Mao was numb from his smile staring at him, so he could only nod his head: "Brother Wen is right!" After saying that, he immediately looked down at his screen, not daring to look directly into Shen Wen's eyes.

Seeing Shen Wen leave the room, Lumao looked around and found that everyone didn't pay attention to the episode just now.

Zhuang Shen and Shen Wen were whispering just now, but no matter how you look at it, something is wrong. Why is everyone except him so peaceful?

Don't you think it's strange?

Lumao waited until the break time, then grabbed the person next to him, and said tactfully: "You said that Brother Wen and Brother Shen are so close every day, is it different from our relationship...?"

The companion looked at him like a monster: "Of course it's different from us."

Lumao nodded immediately: "That's right, do you also think the two of them are too close?"

Companion: "...you are not connected to the Internet?"

Lumao didn't understand: "Huh?"

Companion: "Didn't the matter of the two of them be announced on the Internet very early?"

Green hair: "???"

The companion looked affectionately and said: "Directly go to the Blue Ocean live broadcast to search the past with his W, there will be a bunch of videos, after watching you will understand."

Lumao looked confused: "Huh?"

Half an hour later, Lu Mao, who understood the whole process, was trembling with his mobile phone.

He was actually the last person to know about the relationship between the bosses!

Just said that kind of thing, will Shen Wen kick him out of the team? !

As the end of the term approaches, all schools are busy, and the studio is no exception.

They had just passed the joint art exam, and the major school exams were next. Countless students were carrying their drawing boards and painting tools, and they were moving between the exam centers.

Zhuang Shen swiped his phone bored, and saw Qiu Ling's report card about the art entrance examination.

This time, several high school seniors in the Art Association have basically passed the first line.

Only one person failed the exam, and the solitary name is particularly obvious in the second column.

Zheng Xu.

Zhuang Shen almost forgot about this person, Zheng Xu always lingered in front of him before, and he wrote down this person after coming and going.Among those people in the studio, Zheng Xu was one of the few people he had an impression of.

"It's only one point, tell me how regretful you are for this point?"

In the office, the teacher who took over Zheng Xu pointed to the report card on the table and said, "What are you thinking about when you take the exam? Our studio used to have a 100% rate for the joint exam. You are alone , broke the history of our place for so many years! Zheng Xu, tell me, what do you want to do? You put so much effort into getting in, and finally got this kind of test result?"

Zhuang Shen pushed open the door, and looked at Qiu Ling who was sitting on the other side as if he didn't hear the teacher's roar.

Qiu Ling smiled at him and waved them over.

Zheng Xu lowered his eyes, saw Zhuang Shen and the others coming in from the corner of his vision, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, teacher... I will definitely work hard in the school exams..."

He was indeed in a bad mood when he took the entrance exam.

After he came out of Qiu Ling's office that day, he was depressed and anxious for several days, his mind was full of Zhuang Shen's expression on accepting the award and Qiu Ling's disappointment with him.

The more he wanted to prove himself by drawing well and getting high scores in the examination room, the more nervous he felt.

He obviously wanted to calm himself down, but the images of that day always came to his mind, making him uneasy.

It never occurred to him that he would be the only one holding back.

In the eyes of these people, the first line of the entrance exam is not worth mentioning, and they can get it no matter what.

Now he has become a person outside the line, still only one point away, how can he be reconciled?

"You don't have to apologize to me. How much score you get in the test and what school you can go to in the end will affect you." The teacher's voice softened a little, but his expression was still not very good: "Don't take this result too seriously, Take the next school exam well, since there is no way out for the joint exam, the school exam must be seized."

The students in their studio generally do not take the joint entrance examination to choose a school. Most of the students who can choose the joint entrance examination are some comprehensive schools. The school examination is more professional, and most of them end up taking the school examination.

Zheng Xu had a sullen face, thinking about these things in his heart, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious: "Understood, thank you teacher."

In a corner of the office, Shen Wen sat casually: "Teacher Qiu, are you happy today?"

With an amiable smile on Qiu Ling's face, he said softly, "Yes, isn't this another new task for you?"

Shen Wen: "Us?"

"Xiao Zhuang has quite a few works. The last competition also made him famous. Then we can promote it online and get him a collection of paintings." Qiu Ling rubbed the beads in his hands slowly. , Said: "You, by the way, also make a copy."

Shen Wen understood: "Okay, take my painting as a gift and include it in his painting album."

After hearing this, Qiu Ling was taken aback, then frowned and looked at him: "I didn't say that."

Shen Wen smiled and said, "Well, I was just joking."

But it's not impossible for this joke to come true.

Qiu Ling nodded: "I will let the publishers hand over to you recently, and they will tell you about these things. It may take some time to follow up, and you have to arrange it yourself."

He didn't worry about Shen Wen's matter, Shen Wen had a lot of people there, and he could arrange everything casually, but Zhuang Shen didn't care much about it, and didn't know what would happen in the end.

So it is a good thing for Shen Wen to follow Zhuang Shen, at least he will deal with the aftermath.

Although I said this verbally, the process of publishing an art collection is extremely complicated, and the waiting process in the middle may take several years.

The pace of life in the club is very fast, basically there is no rest time at the end of the day, and training is repeated every day, except for interspersed with games and dinners, it is almost the same.

It's summer in a blink of an eye, and when the air conditioner turns from warm to cool and the sun outside is scorching, everyone suddenly realizes that time passes quickly.

"Teacher Qiu asked us to have a meal together, and discuss about publishing by the way." Shen Wen found Zhuang Shen's room and sent a message to him.

Zhuang Shen scratched his neck with his fingers and hummed.

Shen Wen looked up, Zhuang Shen touched it several times before, and he paid attention: "Did you get bitten by a mosquito on your neck?"

Zhuang Shen pushed away the orange cat that rubbed against him, feeling hot: "I don't know."

The orange cat was so fat that it lost its neck, and its body temperature was higher than his. When it was next to him, it was like a small stove.

Shen Wen walked in front of him, put his fingers against his neck, and whispered: "Don't move, let me see."

He tilted his head, and sure enough, he saw a small red and swollen bump on the back of Zhuang Shen's neck, which was extremely eye-catching on his fair skin, like flower petals falling on a glacier.

He touched it with his fingers, and as soon as he felt the slightly raised shape, he saw Zhuang Shen's body froze, and he pushed away a step suddenly.

Shen Wen lowered his eyes, staring at his slightly uncomfortable pupils, there was obviously some unusual resistance in those light-colored eyes.

Then Zhuang Shen stretched out his hand again and touched it there.

The slight numbness and electric shock just now were swept away by his fingertips, and the emotion in Zhuang Shen's eyes returned to normal.

Shen Wen smiled: "I was bitten, I will apply some medicine later, the room needs to repel mosquitoes."

Zhuang Shen didn't care: "Yes."

Shen Wen saw that he raised his hand and touched the back again, as if he had formed a habit, he couldn't help but said: "It's easy to break the skin if you touch it directly with your hands, there is a faster method, and it doesn't need medicine."

Zhuang Shen put his hand down: "What?"

Shen Wen looked straight at him, his eyelashes were lowered to half cover his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, and he said meaningfully: "Let me take a bite and disinfect it for you."

Zhuang Shen paused for a moment, raised his eyes, his light-colored pupils were cold and indifferent: "You want me to wear a turtleneck sweater tomorrow?"

I asked quite seriously.

Seeing his questioning expression, Shen Wen felt that his boyfriend was getting cuter and cuter.

He thought of something, and suddenly changed his voice: "There are still more than half a year."

Zhuang Shen: "?"

Shen Wen stared at his slightly confused face, stood a little closer, wrapped his arms around his waist, lowered his voice, and whispered in his ear as if whispering.

"There is still more than half a year to go before your coming of age ceremony."

In the hoarse voice, there was a trace of tenderness.

Adulthood means that certain things that cannot be done now will have the right to do things later.

Zhuang Shen stopped Shen Wen's hands that tended to wander around on his waist, pressed his cool fingertips on him, and said, "But there are still more than half a year, Brother Wen."

Zhuang Shen looked at the boy in front of him, hooked his fingers into his bony hand, and pressed his fingertips against his knuckles, and a different touch was transmitted through the palm.

The normally indifferent voice became softer now.

The fair-skinned, clean-eyed young man is holding your hand, obviously speaking without a trace of lust, but inexplicably giving off a somewhat seductive aura.

Shen Wen: "..."

He couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

Who can resist this?

The cool touch on his hand disappeared, Zhuang Shen let go of his hand, turned around and said, "Let's go."

Shen Wen savored the temperature on his hands, and it took two seconds before he raised his feet to catch up with him.

Zhuang Shen's technique of running after teasing is becoming more and more proficient every year.

But what can he do?

He is an upright gentleman, he will not do whatever he wants in this situation, he can only endure first.

When the time is right, ask them back one by one.