A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Qiu Ling is the most caring person in Zhuang Shen's collection of paintings.

He was following the progress almost all the way. Today, the publishing house sent a sample booklet, and Qiu Ling immediately called them together.

Qiu Ling opened the thick book on the table, spread it out and said, "Have you all read it? What do you think?"

Zhuang Shen and Shen Wen sat across from each other, both of them had calm expressions.

"seen it already."

"good."

Qiu Ling: "..."

He shook his head, turned to a page, and pointed it to Zhuang Shen: "Look, the color difference in these few paintings of yours is too big, and here, it's not a series of paintings put together... Although it looks still Not bad, but it doesn’t feel right to take a closer look in your hand, and you have to think about how to layout these paintings.”

Only then did Zhuang Shen raise his eyes and pay more attention: "Okay."

Qiu Ling asked Shen Wen again: "Do you think it's okay, did you find any problems after reading it?"

Shen Wen looked upright: "Teacher, I didn't say that I had seen it just now."

Qiu Ling choked, feeling that his heart couldn't calm down even after reciting Buddhist scriptures: "...you give me a good look now!"

Shen Wen picked it up and flipped through it casually, and quickly browsed through it: "There's nothing serious about it, it's just a matter of color difference."

Qiu Ling nodded; "The prints from this printing factory are still not perfect, and the paper quality can be improved."

Shen Wen closed the book and said, "I'll contact my friend again to see if it's better to change."

Qiu Ling took a sip of tea from the teacup, and agreed: "It's a little bit better, after all, it's your work. Although what everyone looks at is the painting itself, the packaging is the first impression."

While chatting, a girl with ponytail stood at the door and looked inside.

Several teachers have gone out, and now there are only three of them in the office.

Qiu Ling asked, "What's wrong?"

The girl with the ponytail said: "I asked Mr. Zhou to help me look at the paintings."

Qiu Ling glanced at Teacher Zhou's position and replied, "He seems to have something wrong. He just went out and won't be back for a while."

The ponytail was a little lost, but she replied politely: "Okay, thank you teacher."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Qiu Ling cast her gentle gaze on Zhuang Shen: "Xiao Zhuang, if you don't mind, show her the painting? It's good to talk to each other, if you help her change the painting also."

The girl who was about to leave immediately stopped, her eyes lit up, and she looked this way.

She painted with Zhuang Shen in the same group last year, so she naturally knows that Zhuang Shen is much stronger than her. Later, he was not in the studio, but he was able to stand on the podium of the art competition and win the gold medal. He is still the legendary low-key and powerful anonymous Loud, it made him tall again.

Zhuang Shen didn't come over for a long time, and he vaguely remembered that this girl was there, and asked, "Do you want me to help you change the painting?"

"Think about it!" Ponytail nodded wildly: "You can change it however you want!"

Zhuang Shen got up, and Shen Wen who was beside him immediately stood up too.

Qiu Ling thought he had something to do: "Are you leaving now too?"

"I won't leave, I'll go and see him change his paintings and learn." Shen Wen said it nicely, as if he really wanted to learn.

Qiu Ling didn't know him yet, and always disliked the small size of the studio, let alone a dozen people sitting together in the studio, Shen Wen didn't even want to enter the door.

Qiu Ling really didn't believe this sentence.

Qiu Ling didn't leave him behind either: "If you want to go, you can go. When there is news about the art collection, come over and chat."

Before the college entrance examination, some people left, and a group of new students came to the studio this year.

Ponytail pushed open the door and came in. Everyone didn't think much of it until they saw the two boys behind her.

Regardless of whether you recognize them or not, whenever you see their faces, you will stop what you are holding and stare blankly for a few seconds.

In their art studio, men and women have their own personalities. Even if they don't wear make-up or dye their hair, they will put some thought into their personal clothing matching.

Now that school has just started, unlike the time when the school exams are very tight, everyone pays attention to their grooming.

Both Zhuang Shen and Shen Wen wore very simple clothes, one was a simple white T-shirt, the other was a simple black T-shirt, standing together, concise and neat, without any fancy decorations to catch the eye.

It is because of the simplicity of the clothing that it makes their faces even more brilliant.

Shen Wen looked idle, glanced inside as if he hadn't slept enough, and lowered his eyelids lazily.

Zhuang Shen's expression is cold, his skin is too fair, and there is no warmth in his light-colored pupils. Good-looking is good-looking, but people dare not approach, this time it is cold.

Ponytail went to his easel, and said to Zhuang Shen: "Look at my painting, just use the brush next to it to help me correct it, you can explain it or not, as you like."

The people on the side all looked at Zhuang Shen, as if he was the group of scenes to be painted.

Zhuang Shen compared the painting on the drawing board with the still life not far away, glanced back and forth twice, then took the brush next to him, and dipped it in paint to adjust the color.

He only paints occasionally to relax his mind, but he maintains a good sense of color, and the colors he adjusts are uniform and comfortable.

"The purity is too high. I have already said about your problem. Pay attention to the virtual reality, and the environment color also needs to be added..."

Ponytail looked surprised: "Do you remember me?"

Zhuang Shen kept moving his hands, his slender eyelashes drooped and raised, and the paintbrush kept rising and falling on the paper: "I don't remember, but I should have said that at the time."

Ponytail: "..."

The smile gradually disappeared.

Well, at least she still exists in the big brother's memory, although there is a word of advice about her memory knowledge.

A few new classmates gathered around behind, and they didn't take their eyes off Zhuang Shen's revised painting.

"That's amazing, is he a college student?"

Ponytail immediately turned his head, and replied to the whispers of the classmates and companions behind him: "No, he is in the same class as me, but he is indeed very good."

"So powerful? I feel that this technique is similar to that of the teacher..."

Ponytail shook his head lamentingly, so he was the boss.

Zhuang Shen finished correcting the painting, put the brush into the bucket, and said, "Do this first, and you can adjust the rest yourself."

Ponytail looked at the painting that had been reborn after the renovation, and couldn't help clapping his hands together: "Thank you, big brother!"

The students behind all crowded over.

"Can I take a picture?"

"I'll also take a picture to compare with my picture."

"Oh, the teacher won't come, I really don't know how to change it, but fortunately there are examples for reference..."

There was a lot of noise in the studio for a while, and everyone surrounded them.

Just as Zhuang Shen was about to leave, he heard the studio door slammed shut, and the noisy voices in the classroom fell silent, everyone was startled.

"Who?"

"Zheng Xu, he's sick, closing the door so loudly!"

Shen Wen looked at the closed door and thought of something: "That abnormal person before? Why is he still here?"

Ponytail immediately continued: "Oh, he should have gone with the senior year group, but didn't he only get to the second line in the entrance exam? He applied for the best five schools in the school exam, and passed one in the end. I haven’t passed it again, and I’m repeating it now.”

Zhuang Shen showed no expression.

Shen Wen nodded: "His appearance is not suitable for going to college."

Ponytail said with some concern: "Actually, it's normal. I don't know if I will repeat the exam... There is a senior in the studio next door who is repeating the exam for the second time this year. He only wants to go to Qingmei, but he didn't pass the major in the first year. Last year, he failed to pass the major in culture, and came back this year, but he should be able to pass this time..."

Many people in this studio have goals, and the biggest goal is the same. There are many such things that must be done in a certain school, and there are many in cultural schools.

After wiping his hands with a tissue, Zhuang Shen seemed to encourage casually: "Your picture is not bad, and your final grade will not be bad."

Ponytail's cheeks turned red, and just about to speak, he realized that the two boys who were standing beside him had already walked away.

Where did Zhuang Shen come from? Even the encouragement is so exciting!

Zhuang Shen has already participated in several competitions in China, and after being exposed to everyone several times, he has become a star player who is even hotter than Lian Jiayan.

That face is so recognizable, if it flashes across the big screen casually, it can be remembered at a glance.

Soon, they will go to Beijing to participate in the match against Country H.

Zhuang Shen was arranging the luggage he needed in the past, while Shen Wen was idling aside, lowered his head and pressed his phone a few times, with a smile on his lips.

On the phone, his mother sent a message: [You guys are coming to Beijing together?If you have time, bring your boyfriend over for dinner. 】

"My mother asked you to come to my house for dinner." Shen Wen put down the phone, squatted down and drove away the cat that was rubbing against Zhuang Shen: "There is a party, and there will be many people coming, so you can treat it as a buffet."

God damn eat buffet, this kind of party everyone wants to attend this kind of party, but only a few of their family can be qualified, unless they are familiar with people, they can't get in at all.

Zhuang Shen closed the suitcase and pushed it aside: "Whatever."

While replying to her mother, Shen Wen said: "That's it, I'll treat you to a big meal after I go."

These families would eat together from time to time, and the ostentation was also great.

This time we had dinner together, we invited a famous domestic violinist, specially set up a stage in the hall, and paid a lot of money to invite her to play the violin.

"My mother likes the violin, and she used to force me to learn it." Shen Wen brought Zhuang Shen closer, and when he heard the clear and elegant music in it, his memory seemed not to be good, so he frowned slightly: "Fortunately, I It was rejected quickly."

Zhuang Shen asked him, "You don't like it?"

"I can't say whether I like it or not." Shen Wen raised his chin slightly to signal the violinist above: "Did you see her? If I could play the violin, the person standing on it today would be me."

Zhuang Shen looked at the people in dresses on the stage, and thought of Shen Wen's current appearance.

...Well, Shen Wen is still suitable for sitting down and listening to music lazily.

Just as the two walked in, a girl in a white skirt came over, followed by a tall male bodyguard.

"Are you his boyfriend?" she asked straight to the point.

Lin Yan approached, took a few glances at Zhuang Shen, and suddenly recalled: "I remembered, you were a model for Shen Wen back then, right?"

Zhuang Shen looked familiar at her, but couldn't remember who it was, he replied: "Yes."

Lin Yan smiled friendly: "Add a friend, I am Shen Wen's friend."

When Zhuang Shen took the phone, a photo fell out of his pocket.

He forgot to put in his wallet when he packed his luggage before, so he could only put it on his body.

Just as Zhuang Shen was about to pick it up, the bodyguard in front quickly picked it up and gave it to him after looking at it.

Zhuang Shen took it: "Thank you."

The man looked at the photo, his eyes filled with perennial sternness, and he asked in a low voice, "Is this woman still alive?"

Zhuang gave a pause as he took the photo.

The author has something to say: During this special period, it is best for everyone to stay at home, avoid going to crowded places, and remember to wear a mask when going out!all be well~