born stubborn

Before class, Yan Yan called the roll first, and after finishing the roll, he sneered funny.

"Ten have left, and there are still a lot left."

Yuan Yang looked around, he was sick yesterday and didn't come to class, today there are about ten people missing in the studio, it's quite obvious.

But he didn't have a deep impression of his new classmates. He couldn't tell who had left. The only boy he remembered was a disheveled boy who disappeared.

Because Liang Yue accidentally heard the conversation between Yan Yan and Lin Mu yesterday, he felt a little awkward facing Yan Yan today.

The jealousy is gone, but the embarrassment is quite serious.

As soon as he saw Yan Yan's cold face, Liang Yue couldn't figure out what indescribable things happened at the door yesterday.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect that such a talented and strict teacher would do such a thing... Ouch!

There is also the handsome teacher Lin Mu, who is really... oh!

Liang Yue twisted his thigh vigorously, and quickly regained consciousness!Have a good class!

The other students thought that now that there are so few people, Mr. Strict's conscience will ache, and then the harshness will be eased.

It's a pity that what they didn't expect was that the stern attitude was as shameless as before.

"I'm still drawing apples this morning, 50 sketches per person from afternoon to evening." Yan Yan assigned the task with a straight face.

"Ah?" Ma Datou groaned again, and the erhu next to him kicked him quickly, and Ma Datou quickly closed his mouth.

40 tickets in the first two days, 50 tickets today, maybe the day after tomorrow it will rise to 60 tickets.

This is not a high demand, it is purely killing people.

Everyone was a little downcast, as if they had been tortured a lot, and they couldn't keep up their energy. The hands holding the pencils were limp, and they felt like vomiting when they took one look at the apple.

Strictly glanced at them, and said lightly: "This world is driven by one group of people around the clock to run at high speed, and another group of people wake up to find that the world has changed. Which group are you?"

Everyone suddenly seemed to have been injected with a strong potion, and there was a frizzy sound on the drawing paper swept by the tip of the pencil.

"Walking uphill is always hard. If you can't bear it, I will still say that, go." Said grimly and coldly.

This time the sound of the sound became louder, like a protest, and there was no one in the studio that was listless.

Yan Yan paced back and forth in the studio, and when he walked behind Yuan Yang, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, asking in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay." Yuan Yang replied.

Yan Yan called Liang Yue next to Yuanyang, and Liang Yue also looked at Yan Yan.

There was no expression on Yan Yan's face, and he pointed to the two of them, "You all draw the 40 sketches from yesterday and finish them together today."

"..."

The two of them looked at each other at the same time, and at the same time cursed secretly in their hearts!

40 sheets yesterday, 50 sheets today, a total of 90 sheets, and the printer will take two to three hours.

One afternoon plus one night, how could it be possible to finish the painting?

Obviously the severity was intentional. Although Yuan Yang and Liang Yue couldn't accept 1, they couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Because of the end of that 'going', I dare not think about it no matter what.

At noon, the lunch was stuffed like a storm, and the two of them didn't dare to delay for a second. They quickly ran back to the studio and started fighting.

"Yuan Yang, do you want to compare?" Liang Yue asked provocatively.

"Compare!" Yuan Yang said confidently.

An airborne catastrophe turned into a contest between two people.

There was no chat, no smile, and even all other thoughts rolled aside.

What is left is only the opponent's body structure, facial expression, and solid and empty lines, which are full of all the thoughts in the brain.

It's like a war, and it's like a contest.

The two fought until late at night.

……

Lin Mu was lying on the bed in the teacher's dormitory, flipping through a famous picture album leisurely.

After listening to what Yan Yan told him about the intensive training class, he said with a smile: "Yan Yan, isn't it a little too ruthless for you to force them like this?"

Yan Yan washed the paint on his hands in the bathroom, sighed and said: "This industry has no broad prospects for development. I will either force out a few who are really promising, or force a few to go the wrong way."

Lin Mu smiled shallowly: "That's right, I'm afraid they won't understand."

Yan Yan came out of the bathroom and wiped his hands with a towel.

"It's okay if you don't understand. It's better than they can't find a suitable job after finishing university in the future, and then regret that they chose the wrong major."

Lin Mu raised his eyebrows and didn't express any further opinions.

Yan Yan went to the table and poured a cup of hot water, sat back on his bedside, took a sip and breathed out, "The two students Li Xinze are good, they can resist."

Lin Mu glanced at him: "It's just the right time for someone to be sick, and you start to abuse him. It's really not a thing."

"Hey, you love your Xiaoliang Yue, right?" Yan Yan made a joke and said, "Don't worry, your Xiaoliang Yue is energetic."

Lin Mu closed the album in his hand, looked at Yan Yan expressionlessly, and waved to him: "Surnamed Yan, come here!"

Strictly stunned, all the banter just now was frightened away by Lin Mu's expression, "The one surnamed Yan can't go, the one surnamed Yan is drinking water."

Lin Mu snorted, and continued to open the album to look at it leisurely.

"Don't keep joking, you didn't see it. Those two students have problems?"

"What's the problem?" Yan Yan took another sip of hot water, raised his neck and grunted twice before swallowing, "Aren't they convinced?"

"You are a stagnant club." Lin Mu scolded him, flipped through the picture album, and said casually, "Those two students are just like us."

Yan Yan put the cup back on the table, and leaned against the bed, with his arms under his head, "You mean they have talent? I've seen it a long time ago."

"You see a fart!" Lin Mu hilariously threw the picture book on Yan Yan's body, "Are you blind? Can't you tell that they are also gay?"

"Ah?" Yan Yan almost fell off the bed, stared blankly for a few seconds, and then suddenly realized, "I said that Liang Yue doesn't like me."

"That Yuan Yang still doesn't like me." Lin Mu said with a smile: "We are both regarded as rivals in love, right?"

"These two kids are really interesting." Yan Yan couldn't help laughing at Lin Mu's reminder, "Hey, I added a task to them today, and they are probably the only ones staying in the studio now."

Lin Mu sighed and said, "Let's practice and practice, maybe it can strengthen their relationship a little bit. Didn't the two of us share the joys and sorrows in the past?"

"Well, a friend in need is a friend indeed." Said grimly.

……

The other students left the studio one after another. Before leaving, they looked at Yuan Yang and Liang Yue, sighed sympathetically, and couldn't bear to disturb them, even saying that they would see each other in heaven.

In the end, only the two of them were left in the studio, and they fought with all their strength until the early hours of the morning before successfully completing the project.

Yuan Yang stretched, shook his unconscious hand, picked up Liang Yue's sketch and looked at it, "Hey, I didn't expect me to be so handsome."

"Sansheng is lucky, to soak in a Shuaiyuan!" Liang Yue smiled and stretched out his two paralyzed hands in front of him to scratch and relax.

Yuan Yang chuckled: "Liang Yue, you are actually much more handsome than me, and you are very charming when you smile."

"Oh." Liang Yue nodded clearly, "You are praising your sketches in disguise."

"Why, aren't you convinced?" Yuan Yang compared a pistol to Liang Yue.

"Submit!" Liang Yue said with a smile: "Anyone who refuses to accept must submit to you, whoever makes you my boyfriend."

"Liang Naibao, come here." Yuan Yang's pistol turned into a Gogou hand.

"Why?" Liang Yue stretched out his scratching hands towards Yuan Yang, "Why don't you come over because I'm the one going there? Come on, Shuai Yuan, look, I'm ready to grab the chicken."

"Hey, fuck it, it's against you!" Yuan Yang smiled, stretched the stool under his buttocks and rubbed against Liang Yue.

Without further ado, he stretched out his arms and hugged Liang Yue's neck tightly, and kissed him on the mouth. Yuan Yang smiled triumphantly, "The soft mouth of the milk bag tastes really good!"

"Is this the end?" Liang Yue squinted at him in disinterest, "Will you give me one?"

"Give me a bite." Yuan Yang stared and smiled, "What time is it, if you don't go back to sleep, you won't be able to wake up tomorrow."

Liang Yue hugged Yuan Yang's face and slapped Yuan Yang fiercely on his mouth, then smiled and said: "Let's go back to sleep."

Passing by the grove again, this time the two of them stood at the entrance of the dark hole, neither of them went directly in.

"Are you afraid?" Yuan Yang put his arm around Liang Yue's shoulder and asked.

"I'm afraid!" Liang Yue laughed and looked at Yuan Yang, "Yuan Yang, I always feel that this grove is what made you sick, just wait and see me avenge you!"

Liang Yue pushed Yuanyang away, poked at the entrance and was silent for two seconds, suddenly squatted with his two slender legs, waved his arms and made an overwhelming move, and shouted: "Liang Shaoxia plucks hair, not a single tree is left! "

Yuan Yang was startled, almost collapsed on the ground laughing, just about to call him an idiot, when someone not far away shouted: "Who is it!"

"Fuck, check the night, run!" Liang Yue dragged Yuan Yang, who was laughing madly, and ran into the grove.

……

There were five more students missing in the studio, and even the girl with disheveled hair and black frame was gone.

Strictly crossed out the names of those who had gone away, and counted, there were about 30 left.

I thought that the severe test of the survival of the fittest was about to end, but I didn't expect to be scolded even worse today.

Especially Ma Datou.

It's no wonder Yan Yan scolded him, Ma Datou's sketches, gouaches, including sketches, are simply horrible.

"You call it a waste of paper and pen." Strictly said mercilessly: "You shouldn't be in the Academy of Fine Arts, you should be in the slaughterhouse."

Ma Datou curled up his neck and cried, but he didn't dare to cry out loud.

"If you want to cry, go outside and cry." Yan Yan pointed to the studio door.

Ma Datou stood aggrieved and went to the outside of the studio.

Yuan Yang and Liang Yue were also scolded because their sketches were not as good as the first day.

But Yan Yan's scolding is not serious, after all, he knows it well, it is amazing enough to complete 90 sketches, but it is too difficult to guarantee the quality.

"I still say the same thing, I can't bear it, let's go." The stern expression turned a little colder.

Everyone gritted their teeth, but still no one dared to resist.

Even Yuan Yang, who has always had a hot temper, miraculously held back.

Because they all understand in their hearts that the result of competition is either you die or I live, it is more than a simple word of "go".

Ma Datou disappeared, and he was not found for lunch.

When I went back to the dormitory at night, I saw that all of Ma Datou's belongings disappeared without a sound.

The three of them stared at the empty bed in a daze for a while, remembering the phrase 'ape dung' that Ma Datou said at the beginning.

It's a pity that some people only pull the ape dung for a few days, and after passing by in a blink of an eye, they may not be able to smell the dung again in a lifetime.

It's a pity.

Strict, as always, adhered to the strict style, and asked them to draw apples for another two or three days.

To my surprise, the number of sketches in the afternoon was changed to 20.

Two or three days later, Apple removed it and replaced it with headshots and busts of human models.

Everyone thought it was finally over.

However, the quality of strict requirements has been raised to a higher level.

Anyway, no matter how hard the painting is, it seems that it can't catch the serious eyes.

Yuan Yang is rare, in this extremely high-pressure training set, he never resisted or turned his face.

Because Liang Yue was with him.

Because he wanted to be with Liang Yue forever, so no matter how hard it was, he could bear it.

Liang Yue himself is more tolerant, and he is not good at venting.

Coupled with his natural optimism and intelligence, he can almost adapt to any high-pressure environment.

Good feelings can really change a person's cognition, and it may be the happiest thing in the world to be able to work hard with the one you love and move towards the same goal.

The two encourage each other, spur each other, and occasionally have a little kiss when no one is around.

The tough days of the training class are full of challenges, excitement and fun of surprises.

During this period, Yang Wei called several times.

The first call was to tell them that he changed his name to Yang Wei.

After they come back, they have to change the weird aphrodisiac address they used to call him.

The second one, and several others after that, all have the same content.

He said upside down that he wanted to take advantage of Liang Yue's absence and try to poach Liang Yue's corner, and he had to get rid of Hao Tian, ​​the monitor of Class 7 of the United States.

Liang Yue joyfully raised his hands in approval, and even gave him a few bad moves.

Xia Guai kept sending small messages, sometimes to Yuan Yang, and sometimes to Liang Yue directly.

The content sent to Yuan Yang is as follows:

[Brother, did you kiss brother Liang Yue today?Don't be cowardly, go up and fight! ]

Yuan Yang laughed so hard every time that he wanted to trample his phone to pieces.

What was sent to Liang Yue was like this:

[My little brother is too boring, Brother Liang Yue, you have to take the initiative, be domineering, or use any means, go ahead, little boy supports you mentally! ]

Liang Yue's convulsive laughter could knock down the roof of the dormitory.

The phone call from Chen Xing was to Yuan Yang.

The time happened to be shortly after they returned to the dormitory at night.

When the phone rang, Yuan Yang was washing his face in the bathroom, unable to answer the phone.

"Liang Yue, who's calling? You answer it for me first."

Liang Yue, who was lying on the bunk in Yuanyang, humming and flipping through the textbooks, found the squeaking mobile phone.

Lifting it up to his eyes, the caller ID turned out to be Chen Xing, and Liang Yue couldn't help being stunned.

He and Chen Xing have been good friends for several years, but Chen Xing didn't call him, but called Yuan Yang.

Liang Yue really didn't want to answer this call for Yuan Yang.

Liang Yue clutched the calling phone, walked to the bathroom, knocked on the door, "Go ahead and answer it."

Yuan Yang hurriedly wiped his face and hands, opened the bathroom door, and took the phone.

Sometimes, misunderstandings can easily occur in some details that you can't even think of.

Yuan Yang usually answers the phone and is used to finding a corner where no one is around.

So after he got the phone from Liang Yue, he didn't think much about it, and didn't pay attention to see who was calling, so he closed the bathroom door casually.

This move of Yuan Yang is just a habit formed by his self-closing for too long, an unconscious reaction.

But in Liang Yue's eyes, it was a big deal, because he was afraid that he would eavesdrop, so he was directly isolated and shielded.

Liang Yue poked at the bathroom door, should have walked away but stayed worried.

His heart was full of pantothenic acid, and he really wanted to know what those two people would say behind his back.

"When are you two coming back?" Chen Xing on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a good mood, and his voice was cheerful.

"Come on, Brother Xing, how is your business?" Yuan Yang was also in a good mood, so he laughed unconsciously.

"It's fine. I have nothing else to do. I just inquire about you. How are you doing? Are you two enjoying your little life?"

Chen Xing's laughter was evil, obviously pointing to something.

Yuan Yang stepped on the edge of the toilet with one foot, leaned against the bathroom door, and satirized him: "Are you idle, and you still worry about this?"

"I must be free." Chen Xing couldn't help laughing over there, "I really want to know more about the advanced technology I taught Liang Yue with my own hands. I don't even know how to thank me if I use it so well?"

"What advanced technology? What are you talking about?" Yuan Yang was at a loss.

"Fuck, no, you and Liang Yue haven't had a real fight yet?" Chen Xing was also very confused at the other end.

"Fuck you!" Yuan Yang kicked the toilet with a smile, "Brother Xing, can you stop worrying?"

"Yes!" Chen Xing readily agreed, and suddenly burst into laughter again.

"I can't fucking think of it, I can't think of it, you two are too fucking innocent, right? You don't dare to fuck your ass..."

"Go away, I want you to take care of it!" Yuan Yang yelled at him, his smiling face made my aunt's face turn red.

Liang Yue, who was standing near the door, couldn't understand what they were talking about, but could only hear Yuan Yang's cheerful smile.

The more Yuan Yang smiled, the more unhappy Liang Yue felt.

He was so tired that he couldn't listen anymore, so he walked back and slumped on the bed.

"Okay, okay, I don't care, I'll just ask around, as long as both of you are fine." Chen Xing adjusted back to the serious mode, and said in a good voice: "Okay, I hung up. Oh yes, Liang Yue's mobile phone is in arrears Yes, I didn't get through, you tell him."

"Understood." Yuan Yang responded, and hung up the phone with a smile.

Liang Yue lay on Yuanyang's bed, holding the pillow in his arms, and buried his face in the pillow.

Yuan Yang came out of the bathroom with a smile on his face, but when he looked up and saw Liang Yue's appearance, the smile disappeared.

"Liang Yue? Are you uncomfortable?" Yuan Yang put his phone on the table and sat beside Liang Yue.

"No." Liang Yue said in a low voice from the pillow.

"Why did the erhu go?" Yuan Yang glanced around the dormitory, but didn't see the erhu.

Liang Yue was still buried in the pillow, "His classmates came to see him and went out to eat."

Yuan Yang stared at Liang Yue's pillow, went up and pulled it out of his arms, and threw it aside.

"Why do you keep hugging a pillow? You want to hug me!"

Liang Yue lay upright, looked at Yuan Yang and smiled, "Do you have a comfortable pillow?"

"Yes or no, you'll know if you hug me?"

Yuan Yang stared at Liang Yue, gave a smirk, threw himself on the bunk and pressed Liang Yue tightly.

"Fuck, you squeezed shit out." Liang Yue coughed twice, his face flushed with blood.

Yuan Yang pecked his lips, "Say, what's wrong with you and Chen Xing?"

When Liang Yue heard Yuan Yang mentioning Chen Xing again, he turned his face away unhappy, "Ask him."

"Huh?" Yuan Yang realized Liang Yue's abnormality at this time, and laughed, "Fuck, you can't finish being jealous?"

"I'll eat your ass!"

Liang Yue glared angrily, tied Yuan Yang tightly, rolled over and sat him under him, pinning down his two arms.

Yuan Yang looked at him, out of breath with a smile, "Oh, you want to eat eggs, you should have said earlier? Hey, it happens that the erhu is not here, so I take off my pants for you to eat?"

"Yuan Ruanruan, you stinky shameless, watch how I can fix you!" Liang Yue smiled and vacated two fingers, and poked Yuan Yang's nest.

"Fuck, Liang Yue." Yuan Yang laughed and leaned back, almost knocking the back of his head against the wall, "You have the guts...don't hold me down, go down, let's fight fairly!"

"Forget it, I know I can't handle your little temper." Liang Yue put his hand between the back of Yuan Yang's head and the wall, "Lie down, it hurts after a while."

Yuan Yang lay down on his face, looked at Liang Yue who was lying on top of him, and said with a smile: "Baby, are you fighting? I haven't moved my fist for a long time."

"I'm a gentleman, I don't do fists." Liang Yue raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay to fuck your ass."

"Your uncle!" Yuan Yang twitched with a smile, "You are really getting more and more shameless."

Liang Yue smirked complacently: "You forgot my wise words, people are shameless and invincible?"

Yuan Yang writhed and pulled out a hand desperately, slapped Liang Yue's buttocks, and twisted hard, "I will make you shameless!"

"Fuck!" Liang Yue quickly saved his butt, and grabbed Yuan Yang's dishonest hand again, "Chopped it up for you?"

"Let me tell you that this means being overwhelmed by you and gaining the upper hand. I tell you that I can't bear it. I'm afraid I'll kick you off and break you. I'll tell you."

Yuan Yang yelled, writhing his waist vigorously, trying to counterattack again.

Liang Yue easily poked Yuan Yang's creak a few more times, and Yuan Yang fell back again, panting with laughter, "You fucking...fucking trick!"

"Stop making trouble." With a serious face, Liang Yue fixed Yuan Yang's head with both hands, looked at him and said, "Erhu is not here after all, don't waste this precious time."

"That's right." Sure enough, Yuan Yang stopped making trouble, and closed his eyes, waiting for Liang Yue to take the initiative to kiss him.

Liang Yue held Yuan Yang's face in his hands, leaned down, and bit his soft lips unceremoniously.

"Hmm..." Yuan Yang murmured in a low voice, like an invisible bomb, which instantly set Liang Yue on fire.

The two of them were entangled in the narrow lower bunk and rolled like twists and turns, but miraculously they didn't fall off.

A vortex of desire formed by passionate kisses and panting was brewing in the dormitory, and it became more and more out of control.

The refreshing and tingling sensation made Liang Yue uncontrollably tilt his head back, and Yuan Yang kissed his delicate cheeks all the way to the crest of his neck.

His hands had already got into Liang Yue's clothes, and they were smeared everywhere like a paste.

After wiping the entire front chest, the back was wiped again, and finally got into the waistband of the trousers.

Holding a handful in his hand, Yuan Yang squeezed it cautiously.

Liang Yue couldn't help but hummed, his voice trembling slightly.

Yuan Yang bent down and slowly took off Liang Yue's pants.

Concentrate on a slim pink bud.

After a dizzy somersault, Liang Yue flew up to the clouds with excitement.