A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

When Shen Wen went back to the dormitory, he wanted to bring a bottle of milk for Zhuang Shen.

But before he could walk out of the room, a message popped up on the mobile phone software.

——The anchor he followed was broadcasting live.

Zhuang Shen is more diligent than he imagined, with such a big arm injury, he is still disabled and determined to make money.

Shen Wen hoped that Zhuang Shen would be firm in his promise, so he specifically asked a question on the phone.

Then his deskmate lied right under his nose.

Zhuang Shen's lie was exposed, but his face remained calm.

When he saw the bottle of milk on the table, he paused for a moment before saying, "Go to bed right away."

Shen Wen let go of his hands, leaning lazily against the table, his voice was rare and helpless: "Drink the milk and go to bed early."

If Jiang Huai were here, he would definitely show panic.

Shen Wen is indifferent to everyone, when did he care about someone so much?

This way is more meticulous than treating the injured self.

Zhuang Shen inserted the straw silently and began to drink milk.

The mellow and authentic milk taste exploded in his mouth, Zhuang Shen looked at the computer screen while drinking, and was about to turn off the live broadcast.

After only one glance, he paused for a moment.

The screen is almost full of barrage, almost filled with "ahhhhh".

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room unexpectedly reached more than 11 people.

It's been so long since he finished the game just now, the audience didn't leave, and even kept going up.

Zhuang Shen caught several barrages flashing past.

[Personally teach me to sleep?Playing with color in the live broadcast room, reported doge]

【sleep!Give me various positions and angles to sleep! 】

[What kind of milk do you drink? !I'm still a child and can't listen to such explosive content! 】

[I didn't expect to be able to eat dog food while watching a game, hiccup~]

Zhuang Shen: "...?"

What a mess.

Zhuang Shen closed the live broadcast room.

Zhuang Shen turned off the computer, stuffed it into the cabinet, drank milk and said, "Small injury, it doesn't hurt to stay up late and play games."

Shen Wen's lip line was slightly tense, and he sighed softly when he heard his words.

"I'm worried about you, okay?" He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covered, and the light and shadow in his eyes floated, "That's not a small injury."

Every time Shen Wen helps him apply medicine, he can intuitively feel that Zhuang Shen doesn't take his body seriously at all.

Mingming's doctor repeatedly told him to be careful with water when taking a bath, but Zhuang Shen's wound was wet every time he took a bath, and if the nerves were not dead, it would definitely hurt.

I don't even blow my hair after taking a shower, and I dress like summer in the late autumn night, and my fingertips are cold.

Zhuang Shen himself may not have seen it much, the large wound was on the fair and delicate skin, every time Shen Wen helped him apply medicine, he felt shocking.

Zhuang Shen drank the last sip of milk and threw the milk bottle away.

"Understood, don't stay up late tomorrow."

Shen Wen left again, Zhuang Shen stared at the dormitory door for a long time, and only looked away after Liu Fan went back to bed.

Since he was a child, he has long been used to being alone, and everything depends on his mood.

To him, such a degree of abrasion was not worth taking care of, so it would be fine if he let it go.

Zhuang Shen had never been controlled like this before, so he didn't quite get used to it, and felt it was a novelty.

Qiu Ling originally wanted to pick up Zhuang Shen early on Saturday morning, but when the time came, he couldn't leave because of something, so Zhuang Shen asked him for the address and went there by himself.

The studio that Qiu Ling said is in the Art Association, and you need a pass or make an appointment in advance to get in and out.

Zhuang Shen didn't think so much when he came, and was blocked by the receptionist when he got there.

"You're not from the Artists Association, you can't come in without an appointment." The front desk lady looked him up, and her eyes stayed on his face for two more seconds.

He looks pretty, but he's the same as those people who try their best to sneak into the Artists Association.

He opened his mouth and kept saying that Master Qiu asked him to come, full of lies.

Zhuang Shen took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll give him a call."

The front desk lady twitched her lips.

I think this little fresh meat is quite thick-skinned.

Except for Master Qiu who invited Shen Wen to his studio, other students never received such treatment.

They saw so many people at the front desk, but they never saw Zhuang Shen's face.

At this time, two students, a man and a woman, walked in from the door.

Hearing Zhuang Shen's words, the boy smiled this way: "Some people just don't work hard at skills, but like to play tricks and fish in troubled waters."

Zhuang Shen's phone was connected, and Qiu Ling quickly picked it up and asked, "Xiao Zhuang, are you here?"

"Well," Zhuang Shen said, "I can't get in without a pass."

Qiu Ling smiled: "Look at my brain, I'll come pick you up right away, just wait a little longer."

He had never brought outsiders to the Art Association, so when he called Zhuang Shen over, he didn't remember this incident, and he already regarded him as a member of the Art Association in his heart.

Zhuang Shen responded and turned off the phone.

Seeing that he didn't leave, the lady at the front desk was puzzled: "Are you really talking to Master Qiu?"

Zhuang Shen nodded.

There is a resting place in the corner, with a distorted table and two wooden chairs in interesting shapes, and behind it is a rockery sprayed with water.

Just as Zhuang Shen wanted to sit down, the boy also sat down and put his schoolbag on the opposite side.

He occupied two positions in an instant by himself.

Zhuang Shen didn't want to fight with others, so he just stood and waited for others.

Seeing him like this, the boy was even more excited, and said with poking eyes, "People like you can't come to the Art Association. Who do you think Master Qiu is? Someone you can get to know with just a word? He even talked about entering his studio. Where are you dreaming?"

It's not that Zhuang Shen doesn't want to argue with such idiots. He raised his eyes lightly and said, "The Art Association is not a place for you to make a lot of noise, please be quiet."

Boy: "..."

Being teased by him made the boy even more annoyed.

Those who can enter the Artists Association have spent a lot of hard work, but there are still many who rely on connections and spend money to get in.

People like Zhuang Shen have never seen it in any competitions or broadcasts. When they came here, they said they knew Master Qiu, and they must be looking for a relationship.

He looks down on it.

The boy's eyes were full of sarcasm: "You're just pissed off, do you know how many people like you have been kicked out this week? You won't be kicked out later!"

Zhuang Shen's non-cold look angered him, making him even more unable to suppress his anger, and his voice became more than a little louder: "It is impossible for Master Qiu to fancy you! Just dream!"

He didn't even get Master Qiu's guidance, so where did the little character match up with Master Qiu?

He also said that there was a call from Qiu Ling, which made him laugh to death.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

"Zheng Xu." The heavy voice came in a low voice, and the boy who was swearing at him just now shut his mouth and looked back.

It was Qiu Ling!

Zheng Xu immediately closed his mouth and lowered his head, with a docile look: "Hello, Teacher Qiu."

Zheng Xu was not Qiu Ling's student, but he often asked him questions, so he became familiar with him.

At this time, he was called by his name, and I was quite happy in my heart.

He thought that Qiu Ling was looking for him for some homework, but he saw Qiu Ling's footsteps directly skipping him and going backwards.

Zheng Xu froze for a moment, then turned his head abruptly.

When he saw Qiu Ling standing in front of Zhuang Shen, he smiled kindly on his dignified face, and his tone was many times gentler than before: "Have you been waiting for a long time? Let's go, I'll take you to my studio."

Zhuang Shen nodded lightly and said, "Not long."

Zheng Xu's face froze, and embarrassment surged all over his body.

How could this be? !

He has been in the Artists Association for more than a year. When did he see Qiu Ling being so gentle with someone, even coming to pick him up in person?

He suddenly realized that when Qiu Ling called his name just now, he should just tell him to shut up...

That means, all his ridicule towards Zhuang Shen was heard by him!

From which corner did such a small character that I had never seen before emerge from?

To be able to get Qiu Ling's light!

Zheng Xu just laughed at those who wanted to fish in troubled waters as usual, how could he think that this person would not follow the common sense of the plot today?

Another girl who came in with Zheng Xu was also shocked, and she immediately talked about it in the group——

【Master Qiu brought someone here, most likely his second apprentice! 】

Like most studios, Qiu Ling's studio was surrounded by many scenery, plaster statues, and animal models. Zhuang Shen saw his painting near the window.

Already framed, with cards inserted underneath.

"Just think of the name of the work, it doesn't need to be too complicated, and the author's name, you can think of one or use your real name." Qiu Ling stood beside him and looked at the painting with a smile.

"At the auction, someone with insight will definitely buy your painting at a high price."

Zhuang Shen didn't expect much, so he thought of a name and handed it in.

Qiu Ling cleared his throat, and tentatively said, "It's still early, and it's hard to come here. Why don't you stay and draw? We can use the materials here."

Qiu Ling had kindly invited him so many times, Zhuang Shen had no excuses to refuse, especially thinking of Shen Wen telling him to play less games, so he agreed.

Qiu Ling was overjoyed, this opportunity did not come easily!

Qiu Ling said comfortingly, "Go, I'll take you to the big studio."

In the large studio, more than a dozen students were painting still lifes.

Many of them are high school and college students, and those who can stay in the art association for training are the group with the best painting skills.

When Qiu Ling walked in, many people looked up.

Qiu Ling smiled lightly, and said softly: "Today, a new member joined in to draw with you. This is Zhuang Shen, everyone. Let's get to know each other."

The people below were quite enthusiastic, and shouted a few words of Zhuang Shen's greetings loudly.

After all, the people Qiu Ling brought over couldn't be indifferent, or they wouldn't give Grandmaster face.

Qiu Ling asked, "Are you drawing birds today?"

Everyone gathered around the white table, and there were three little birds with different shapes and postures.

Someone replied at the bottom: "Teacher, let's investigate in groups today. Each person chooses an angle to draw a sketch, and then changes each other after drawing."

Qiu Ling nodded: "The teamwork is good, are we all divided into teams now?"

Everyone glanced at it one after another and understood the meaning of Qiu Ling's words, and someone said: "We are dividing, how many are left?"

Qiu Ling: "Who are the people who haven't been classified yet?"

The remaining five people raised their hands, among them was Zheng Xu.

They wanted to be in a group of three, and now that Zhuang Shen came over, he would definitely share with two of them.

Qiu Ling asked again: "Is there anyone who wants to team up with Zhuang Shen? You can raise your hand."

Zheng Xu quickly lowered his head, he didn't want to form a team with this person of unknown origin and strength.

It is likely to drag his classroom grades.

Instead, a girl with ponytails and a boy with big-frame glasses raised their hands, and they were quickly divided into groups.

Qiu Ling smiled lightly, and said to Zhuang Shen: "You are all the same age, get along well, go and paint."

Zhuang Shen found a painting tool and sat there. As soon as Qiu Ling left, the girl with a round face and ponytail in the same group immediately greeted him: "I know you! The video of drawing blackboard newspapers was also trending! Are you an art student?"

Zhuang Shen: "No."

The ponytail was taken aback for a moment, and she tilted her head, and still said naturally: "It's amazing that you can draw so well without being an art student."

I just don't know if he can draw sketches...

The boy with big glasses pointed him to the still life stage: "Can you draw this angle?"

He doesn't care much about grades, and it doesn't matter who the team members are.

Zhuang Shen nodded to them, picked a pencil and sharpened it.

There are also many people nearby who have their eyes on this place.

Zheng Xu smiled disdainfully at the still life stage.

It turned out that the only work that Zhuang Shen could get his hands on was the blackboard newspaper, and he hadn't learned painting yet, so why should Qiu Ling pay special attention to this?

It must be related.

After Zhuang Shen laid out the paper, he turned his head to look at the still life table.

He hasn't learned it systematically, but he knows the basic steps of painting, and most of the time he can draw naturally by feeling.

When immersed in the picture, it will be very relaxing.

Because Zhuang Shen joined later, only the corner position remained.

Occasionally, when someone stepped back to look at their picture, they wanted to know what level Zhuang Shen was, but they were too embarrassed to walk over, so they could only take a shallow glance from the corner of their eyes.

Zheng Xu didn't expect Zhuang Shen to be very good at painting at all. They have been training in the art association for so long, no matter what they will be better than half-baked people.

The teacher in charge of this class was a bit fat, and he came in three hours later and reminded: "Okay, it's almost time, and now the groups are revising each other."

Everyone stopped the pencils in their hands, got up and walked around, and the classroom suddenly sounded with small chatter.

The ponytail and big-frame glasses were also finished. Ponytail walked over with a smile and said to Zhuang Shen, "Let me change yours first..."

As soon as she walked to Zhuang Shen's painting, her smile stopped.

Afterwards, she grabbed the sleeves of the big-rimmed glasses abruptly, her eyes still resting on Zhuang Shen's painting, and her voice was dull: "You... Come here and have a look..."

"What's the matter, it's hard to change?" The big-framed glasses thought that Zhuang Shen's drawing was too bad, and she couldn't change it, so she walked over worriedly.

They are about the same level, if Zhuang Shen draws poorly, it means that the results of their group will be lowered.

Zheng Xu, who was standing opposite, kept an eye on this side, seeing his worried eyes, couldn't help but smile.

Fortunately, I didn't make a group with Zhuang Shen just now, otherwise I would definitely suffer!

Standing behind Zhuang Shen's drawing board with big-frame glasses, his worried expression froze for a moment, and it became very complicated in an instant.

He originally thought that Zhuang Shen didn't draw well, but the painting above...

If he said it was drawn by the teacher, he would believe it!

The people in their studio are all the best-skilled people, and their paintings are taken out for the entrance examination and school examination, and the grades will not be bad.

For lighting, composition, and shaping, they all learned from the teacher, and the pictures were inevitably biased.

So even if the competition can get a good result, there are still many problems.

Among them, the most different from the masters is the vividness.

After learning too many theoretical things, even those who have scored all the points in the exam may not have a bright picture.

But Zhuang Shen's picture not only stepped on all the scoring points of the assessment, the three model birds in this picture seemed to be alive, and he even felt that their eyes were radiant!

"You..." The big-frame glasses also turned into a ponytail with the same shocked expression, and I didn't know what to say, "You really haven't learned it?"

Zhuang Shen hummed.

Haven't you ever learned how to get all the points and still be alive? !

For the first time, the plain mind with big-frame glasses stirred up waves.

He thought that his talent was already good, and he didn't usually care about each other's achievements. He was a little envious when he saw Zhuang Shen's painting.

I envy his talent, his innate aura.

The big-framed glasses said, "There's nothing to change about your painting, why don't you tell me what's wrong with my painting?"

Ponytail also nodded: "That's right, that's right, if I start to change it, it will definitely destroy your painting, so you should talk about painting."

The people next to him were suspicious when they heard it.

Could it be that Zhuang Shen draws poorly?They don't want to take the time to change?

Those two people were mild-mannered people in the studio, maybe they said that out of embarrassment to hit Zhuang Shen.

Zhuang Shen has never studied painting, so he can understand it even if he paints badly.

Zheng Xu even whispered to his companion on the sidelines: "Fortunately, I didn't raise my hand at that time..."

Zhuang Shen walked to the drawing board of the two of them.

He stretched out his hand and tapped directly on the painting: "The background is too solid, the center of vision doesn't come out, and the outline of the bird is not good enough..."

Zhuang Shen spoke very softly, and the classroom was noisy, only his two team members could hear him clearly.

Seeing their serious expressions, others thought they were just human beings to cooperate with the show.

Half an hour later, the chubby teacher came back and stood in front of the room applauding: "Okay, everyone, tear off the painting and put it in the open space here."

The teacher's grading is very concise and clear.

He will not score one by one, but rank directly.

The one he put on the top line is this excellent homework.

The teacher placed one as soon as he looked at it, with little hesitation.

Everyone looked at the top row, and many people were talking about it. When Ponytail saw his painting, he excitedly said to Zhuang Shen: "My painting is on the first row! Fortunately, you helped me change the painting!"

She first corrected it by herself, and then gave it to Zhuang Shen to correct it again. Seeing Zhuang Shen painted a few places, she even became a little enlightened.

When Zhuang Shen was painting, his slender and fair fingers were full of strong personal color when he paused or waved.

She even has countless passions in her heart.

The large-frame eye socket painting was also moved to the top. While the two felt at ease, they couldn't help but think that Zhuang Shen must be ranked first this time!

In the end, the teacher saw the painting in the corner.

His originally peaceful eyes froze for a moment, instead of sorting them quickly, he lowered his head and looked at the paintings carefully.

Not like scrutiny... but like appreciation.

Others also saw the painting, and their eyes were attracted: "Whose painting is that?! Was it drawn by our class?"

"At first glance, the bird's eyes seem to move..."

"Absolutely, from this angle, it seems to be..."

The teacher picked up the painting and asked, "Which classmate is this?"

The ponytail immediately shouted: "It belongs to the new classmate Zhuang Shen! He was brought here by Mr. Qiu to paint for the first time today."

The teacher looked at the only strange face in the classroom, his eyes sparkled, and he affirmed: "This painting is very good."

The whole classroom fell silent.

Their teacher has always been strict, and he doesn't praise much. He hardly encourages those who draw well, and only talks about their shortcomings.

He actually gave Zhuang Shen such a high evaluation today!

On the other side, Zheng Xu's eyes widened.

Isn't it true that Zhuang Shen has never learned to draw and only knows how to draw blackboard newspapers? !

Did he deliberately hide his strength and lie?

When he saw that painting just now, he thought it was the teacher's painting, but he didn't expect it to be from Zhuang Shen!

Now Zhuang Shen must be in the first row, the paintings of the three of them are all excellent homework for today!

The teacher looked at it for a while, and finally, under the expectant eyes of everyone, he raised his hand and slowly stretched the painting to the first row.

However, he didn't stop, he continued to go up, and put Zhuang Shen's painting directly on top of the paintings that were originally in the first row.

Zhuang Shen's paintings are placed in the top center.

Everyone who realized what was going on took a deep breath.

Zhuang Shen lowered all the others by one level by himself!

Simply unprecedented!

Zheng Xu, who was originally in the second row, turned blue.

As soon as Zhuang Shen's painting came, he directly became the third grade!

Still have such a fucking operation? !

Others were also a little sad, and most of them were convinced.

Zhuang Shen's level is still difficult for them to reach, and the teacher's ranking is very fair.

And if Zhuang Shen's painting is really put together with them, the difference can be seen at a glance, okay? !

It's better to stay away from him and let his paintings be beautiful.

Only now did everyone know why Qiu Ling was so special to him.

This kind of talent is worth looking for from thousands of miles away.

The teacher stepped aside to let everyone see it more clearly: "Now let's discuss the first painting together. Let's talk about its advantages."

Everyone spoke excitedly: "The composition is very ingenious! The visual center is at the golden section point."

"Although the background is blurred, it is not obtrusive..."

first floor.

Shen Wen came in through the gate, and the receptionist smiled politely as soon as she saw him: "Teacher Qiu is waiting for you in his studio."

Shen Wen nodded, and found Qiu Ling in a familiar way.

Qiu Ling was flipping through an oil painting book when he heard a knock on the door, letting Shen Wen in.

"There is a charity painting auction," Qiu Ling took out two invitation letters from the drawer, "I don't have time that day, you can go and have a look."

Shen Wen took it and raised his eyes: "Who's painting?"

Qiu Ling asked him to go on purpose, presumably as an opportunity to recommend paintings to him.

Shen Wen's vision has always been high, and Qiu Ling rarely let him participate in art exhibitions or auctions.

Qiu Ling held the beads and smiled mysteriously, with warmth in his eyes: "He doesn't want to name his name, you will know when the time comes, the one with the most emotion..."

Shen Wen looked down at the black and red envelope in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Understood, I will go."

He put away the invitation letter and chatted with Qiu Ling before leaving.

Passing by the large studio, it was noisy and noisy, mixed with the voices of various people talking.

The get out of class bell rang suddenly, and the door of the big studio was opened.

Someone pushed open the door and came out, Shen Wen couldn't help but look up and saw the people inside.