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Liang Yue was also stunned. The first model standing next to Li Xinze was actually Chen Xing. No wonder some girls suddenly made noises.

Chen Xing's facial features are relatively three-dimensional, a bit like a Westerner, and he is indeed very suitable for portrait models.

But he suddenly appeared in the studio without warning, which still surprised Yuan Yang and Liang Yue.

Chen Xing also saw the two of them, casually raised his hand in this direction, smiled slightly, and greeted them.

"Oh, Teacher Li, there is a handsome guy today, what's the matter?" Hao Tian asked in surprise.

Li Xinze smiled, "Why, the handsome guy can't draw anymore?"

"Can draw and draw, the handsome guy will sit in our group." A girl waved at Chen Xing enthusiastically.

"Handsome guy, sit with us." Another girl simply stood up and greeted Chen Xing.

Li Xinze smiled helplessly, pointed at the girls who were standing up one after another in the studio, and said, "Sit down for me, and you still want to grab it? Let's settle the score if you make the handsome guy ugly."

There was a burst of pleasant laughter in the classroom.

Li Xinze looked at the three models, "The three of you can find a seat for yourself."

Unsurprisingly, Chen Xing ran straight to Yuan Yang and Liang Yue's group.

Sitting on the mannequin armchair that had been set up long ago, Chen Xing didn't say a word. He quickly took out a pair of earphones from his pocket and stuffed them into his ears. Yuan Yang.

Yuan Yang couldn't help laughing, what is Chen Xing doing, he went to them to be a model, and locked his eyes on himself.

That's right, apart from him and Liang Yue, Chen Xing wouldn't look at anyone else, after all, it was too awkward to stare at someone he didn't know for a long time.

Liang Yue couldn't laugh, his heart was stuffed with thorns like chicken feathers.

He looked at Chen Xing thoughtfully. Although Chen Xing hadn't said a word since he entered the studio, Liang Yue could see clearly from his every move.

Chen Xing came rushing to Yuanyang.

The spotlight was lit from one side of the face, making Chen Xing's three-dimensional facial features even more handsome and distinct. One arm was lazily resting on the back of the chair, two long legs were folded, and the gaze with his head slightly raised was particularly seductive.

This kind of picture shot straight into Yuan Yang's eyes, and they stared at each other without any cover, a small nerve suddenly jumped in Yuan Yang's heart.

Oh fuck, Chen Xing is so handsome!The deep eyes and the artistic temperament of the whole body are already a painting without painting.

The little nerves in Yuan Yang's heart became more and more jubilant, it was his inspiration, urging him to create a decent work.

He has never been so passionate about painting like today. With a confident smile, he quickly picked up the brush and skillfully created the structure on the drawing paper.

Liang Yue couldn't draw anymore.

If there is no Yuan Yang in this studio, or the model is not Chen Xing.

Or if Chen Xing didn't stare at Yuan Yang motionlessly, he might smile as usual, write and draft quickly, and might even have another match with Yuan Yang.

But now, he couldn't do it, and the pile of chicken feathers stuffed in his heart was all felt.

Liang Yue was very flustered. The interaction between Yuan Yang and Chen Xing gave him a taste of the emptiness of flustered.

Panicked as if his heart had turned into a big steamed pumpkin, Yuan Yang and Chen Xing sprinkled sugar on it, while you scooped it hard and ate it, leaving him with a layer of wilting water in the end. Peel.

Ouch sour!The sour Liang Yue held a pencil, and inexplicably drew several hawthorn balls on a corner of the drawing paper.

On the night of the race, it was because Chen Xing said that he wanted to chase Yuan Yang that Liang Yue began to panic, and only then did he know what it means not to give up to others, and then he made up his mind to deviate from the so-called right way.

This time, Chen Xing's deliberate appearance made Liang Yue more afraid.

If you don't catch Yuan Yang quickly, he will become Chen Xing's man.

Liang Yue looked sideways at Yuan Yang flustered and short of breath.

Yuan Yang painted very seriously, many times more seriously than usual, so serious that he didn't even bother to notice that Liang Yue was looking at him.

Hey, what do you think?Liang Yue really wanted to ask.

Hey, you said you don't like girls, so Chen Xing and I, who do you choose?

Suddenly, a little Yuan Yang popped up in Liang Yue's mind, with his narrow waist crossed, and he shook his hands confidently and said: Of course, Chen Xing is chosen, because Chen Xing is not only handsome, but also good at playing guitar, good at fighting, independent and self-reliant...

you sir!

Liang Yue gritted his teeth, thinking of Xiao Liang Yue in a daze, and standing opposite Xiao Yuanyang with his hips akimbo, shouting unconvinced: How is I worse than him?I am also handsome and good at studying. I can play dead fly, play bass, play basketball, draw, write with hand, coax people, and feel sorry for you...

I have a big truckload of advantages!

It's more than twice as big as Chen Xing. If you follow me, that's happiness!

"Liang Yue?" Li Xinze wandered to Yuan Yang and Liang Yue, raised his hand and slapped the dazed Liang Yue on the back of the head, and said in great bewilderment, "It's only one class, and you picked out one eye?"

Liang Yue shivered when he was photographed by Li Xinze, and then he came back to his senses, "Ah, that, the model's eyes are more energetic."

Li Xinze frowned and smiled, "If it's an exam and you have a handsome guy or a beautiful woman as a model, you just pick out one eye, and draw the rest as stick figures for the exam?"

Liang Yue didn't speak, just lowered his head and snickered, laughing at the quarrel between Xiao Yuanyang and Xiao Liang Yue that he thought of just now.

Li Xinze took a closer look at Liang Yue's drawing paper, "What's the pile of things drawn in this corner? Balls of sheep dung?"

"No, it's not." Liang Yue blushed in embarrassment, "I just tried the strength of the pen tip."

"Hurry up and draw, don't be joking!" Li Xinze patted Liang Yue on the shoulder again, seeing Liang Yue nodding vigorously, he left in peace.

Yuan Yang leaned over to take a look at Liang Yue's painting, and laughed, "Liang Yue, do you have a grudge against Chen Xing? Look at the eye you painted, it looks like a dead fish's eye."

"Get out!" Liang Yue pushed Yuan Yang with a smile, and said in a low voice, "You know what a fart, it's called three white eyes."

Yuan Yang pulled the details of the painting, "Hurry up and draw, I finally caught Chen Xing as a model."

"Understood." Liang Yue suppressed his smile and responded.

The model couldn't move, and couldn't chat, except that he went to the bathroom with Yuanyang Liangyue during class, chatted for a while at the corner of the corridor, and smoked a cigarette. Chen Xing kept staring at Yuanyang. , sitting dry all afternoon.

As soon as the school bell rang, Chen Xingcai finally stood up and stretched his numb muscles.

"Tired?" Yuan Yang handed him a glass of water, "I didn't move my place all afternoon."

"It's okay." Chen Xing came over and looked at Yuan Yang's paintings, both in form and spirit, vivid in texture, especially spiritual, visually more spiritual than himself.

There is a characteristic of the initial portrait painting, the appearance of the drawn characters is seven parts like a model and three parts like the painter himself.

This may be influenced by the painter's self-subjective consciousness.

The Chen Xing painted by Yuan Yang has subjective consciousness mixed in it, combining the advantages of the two, the handsome guy in the painting is surprisingly eye-catching.

After reading Yuan Yang's painting, I wandered over to Liang Yue's painting...

Chen Xing was startled, and spit out a mouthful of water.

These two eyes are like someone owed him 100 yuan, and they have been chasing him for a year without paying it back.

Look at this face again, the donkey-shaped extended version, the hair is black, the lips are pouty, I really can't think of a suitable word to describe it.

Before get out of class, Li Xinze reviewed the paintings, and even exaggerated that Liang Yue's paintings have ideas and characteristics, saying that they are abstract art that does not stick to formalism.

Chen Xing thought how good the paintings were. He didn't know how to paint, but Liang Yue's paintings must not be abstract.

It's a good time to draw, so I didn't run away.

"Liang Yue! Your uncle's painting is a person?"

Chen Xing poured the remaining water in the cup towards Liang Yue's crotch.

Liang Yue jumped up and crossed his legs to hide, "Fuck, I drew you to look like your idol Stallone, I'm so sorry for you."

"Stalin!" Chen Xing scolded him, throwing the cup in his hand towards his face, "My beautiful youth is ruined in your hands."

"I didn't bury you, but I also bury my paper." Liang Yue picked up the cup with a smile and put it aside, "The shit is too light? It's a foreign name. I'll write it on the side of the portrait later."

Yuan Yang laughed like crazy beside him, "Oh my god, the shit is too light!"

"Come here!" Chen Xing pointed at Liang Yue across the two easels, and shouted with glaring eyes, "If you don't mess with you today, you won't treat me as a brother!"

"Brother, I was wrong." Liang Yue ran around the easel, "I will definitely not draw shit next time. It's too light. I'll draw shit baby to wake you up, okay?"

Yuan Yang smiled and squatted on the ground, clutching his stomach, "Oh shit, Schwarzenegger is also lying on the ground, is it over for you two to have fun?"

The three of them fought shamelessly for a while, and finally recovered their dignity. There were not many people left in the classroom.

While tidying up, Yuan Yang asked Chen Xing, "Why did you come to our class to be a model?"

"When I was in the first year of high school, I was a model for the art class of the third year of high school. Teacher Li has known me for a long time." Chen Xing explained.

"No wonder," Liang Yue said with a smile, "I thought you came to play with us."

"That's right," Chen Xing smiled, "My store will open the day after tomorrow, you two don't forget to go there."

While chatting idlely, while packing up the painting tools.

Yuan Yang was the first to tidy up. Chen Xing walked up to him and patted his arm, hooking his fingers outward, "Come here, Yuan Yang, I have something to tell you."

"Huh?" Yuan Yang put down his painting tools and followed Chen Xing out of the studio.

Liang Yue turned his head and saw it, a big hole was planted in his heart, he dropped the painting tools in his hand and chased out the door, "Hey, why are you going?"

"I'm looking for Yuan Yang..."

Before Chen Xing finished speaking, Yuan Yang's cell phone rang, and the three of them stopped outside the studio door.

Yuan Yang took out his mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, and frowned instantly.

The person who called was thinking that no one who called him would think of this person.

Yuan Yang's own brother, Yuan Tao.