Idol and I are the hottest in the whole network [Entertainment]

"Okay, I'll sign your leave form now."

On December [-]th, there were still four days left before the writing and directing exam of the Chongqing Art Joint Examination.

Standing in Guan Hong's office, Xie Zhi watched Guan Hong clamp the false slip into a small clip and put it away in the drawer of his desk. When he looked up, his usually stern gaze became gentle.

Guan Hong looked at Xie Zhi, and asked softly, "After the provincial exam, do you still come to the school for training?"

Provincial Examination—also known as the art joint examination of each province and city, the time is different in each region. Gionee students have asked for leave one after another to go back to the entrance examination. Before the provincial examination is over, the school has no special courses, and half of the self-study room is open.

And when all the joint exams are over, the time is approaching the winter vacation. Gionee will hold winter vacation classes during the winter vacation, and there is no mandatory renewal. It is up to the students to decide whether they want to come to the class.

This is what Guan Hong asked.

Xie Zhiyou Bai Hanmo invited him to extend the whole course to the whole day during the winter vacation, so I'm afraid he won't come again.

And if you don't come...

Xie Zhi glanced at Guan Hong's closed desk drawer, which contained the leave request he had just submitted - if he didn't come, the leave request just now was actually a farewell note.

Xie Zhi thought about it, bowed his head and said, "I haven't thought about it."

"It's okay, this matter is not the focus now." Guan Hong actually saw what Xie Zhi meant, smiled, and changed the subject, "Actually, the provincial exam is not difficult for you at all."

Xie Zhi raised his head and looked at Guan Hong.

"To put it bluntly, it's like playing for you." Guan Hong smiled, "But this exam is the starting point of the entire art exam. I still hope that you will take it seriously and find the feeling of the exam."

Xie Zhi solemnly said, "Definitely."

Seeing his seriousness, Guan Hong laughed again, stretched out her hand, and patted Xie Zhi's head.

"Don't be nervous." Guan Hong said, "The mentality is the most important thing—play your normal level."

Guan Hong: "In our entire training school, I am the most optimistic about you."

What Guan Hong said was not polite, Xie Zhi's heart moved slightly, and finally said: "Thank you, Teacher Guan Hong."

The two chatted for a while, Xie Zhi still had class in the evening, so he put on his schoolbag and left the office.

Xie Zhi pushed the door and walked out, the classroom was right outside, and it was still afternoon self-study time, the whole corridor was unusually quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Looking through the windows of the doors on both sides, the people sitting in the half-empty classrooms are all sitting with their heads down, writing quickly, or doing their own things.

Xie Zhi walked through two floors and returned to his own floor. Just as he went downstairs, he saw the list at the corner of the stairs.

The list is written on red gold-sprinkled paper, and it is very brand new—the list is the latest and last collective exam ranking announced.

Title: Editing and directing the joint list of professional grades.

At a glance, Xie Zhi is the first in the three rankings of general knowledge of art, story writing and analysis of film and television works.

Xie Zhi turned around the corner of the stairs, went downstairs, and looked up at the sky while standing in the courtyard.

The sky was gloomy, and a slightly humid cold wind was blowing in the city. I didn't know if it would rain or snow.

Xie Zhi turned his head and glanced at the buildings behind him. Gionee's teaching building was still neatly lit, and there was no sign that anyone had left.

Xie Zhi took out his mobile phone, stood on the empty playground, and took a picture of the Gionee teaching building.

The house with lights under the leaden gray clouds looks like a disaster movie.

"Xiao Xie." A familiar voice called Xie Zhi. Xie Zhi turned his head and saw that the SUV that usually picked him up had stopped beside him.

"Uncle Li." Xie Zhi hurried to the rear compartment and opened the door.

As soon as Xie Zhi got into the car, he saw a chocolate-colored milk tea cup plugged into the drink socket in the back seat. A post-it note in the shape of clothes flew on the milk tea cup, and someone wrote something on it.

The warm yellow car lights turned on the moment Xie Zhi picked up the milk tea cup. Xie Zhi looked up and saw the driver turned his back to him and said "ok", which was a great achievement.

Xie Zhi smiled, picked up the note and read it.

It is Yan Si's block letters.

[I saw HEYTEA before I went to class, so I bought you a cup of seven-point stevia, drink a little, see if it’s sweet or not? 】

Xie Zhi's chest, which was a little congested because of the parting just now, suddenly felt relieved. He inserted the straw in, took a sip in the hot wind, and squinted his eyes from the sweetness.

The driver saw him in the rearview mirror, smiled and said nothing, and pulled off the handbrake.

It was already dark, Xie Zhi leaned on the night view above the window, took a couple of sips of cocoa, took out his phone, and sent a message to Yan Si.

Xiao Zhi: [Sweet. 】

Four: [What? 】

Xiao Zhi: 【You bought me cocoa. 】

Four: [I thought you were describing yourself...]

When Xie Zhi saw this, the corners of his eyes turned red.

Four: [Is the leave note handed in? 】

Xiao Zhi: [Ah... yes. 】

Four became typing, and after a while, the message came.

Four: [People who meet each other will meet again. 】

Four: [If not, then I will always be here. 】

Xie Zhi pawed at the phone, and after a while, he put the phone on his lap, picked up the cocoa, took a sip, squinted his eyes so sweetly, then lowered his head to pick up the phone, read what Yan Si sent just now, and showed a smile .

The car stopped in front of a traffic light, and the driver admired Xie Zhi's performance in the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye.

"Young people are in love." The driver thought when he started the car, "That's really amazing."

Xie Zhi was carrying his schoolbag, and pushed open the door of Baihanmo Courtyard. As soon as he opened the door, there was a faint fragrance; a large cluster of wintersweet was placed in the corner of the courtyard, illuminated by the lights.

Xie Zhi bypassed the wintersweet tree, entered through the side door, put on slippers, and walked into the study with ease.

There were also winter plums in the study, and Bai Hanmo was sitting behind the winter plums, wearing glasses and wearing a sweater. He was writing something when he heard the door knock and looked up and smiled.

"Xiao Zhi is here."

"Teacher Bai, what are you looking at?" Xie Zhi put down his schoolbag.

"Student's opening report." Bai Hanmo put the opening report aside, pulled a stool over, and gave Xie Zhi a seat.

Xie Zhi put away his schoolbag, took out a notebook and pencil case from it, and a handwritten leave note, walked over, and handed it to Bai Hanmo.

Xie Zhi: "Teacher Bai, I may have to take a few days off from tomorrow."

Bai Hanmo took the slip, glanced at it, and asked, "Is it the entrance exam?"

Xie Zhi: "Yes, I have to go back to the local area to take the joint art exam."

"Fly tomorrow?" Bai Hanmo thought about it and asked, "When is the plane?"

"10:30 am." Xie Zhi said, "Sichuan Airlines."

These two sentences were just chatting, Bai Hanmo read Xie Zhi's note again with some interest, and finally put it away, and sent a WeChat message out.

After Bai Hanmo sent the WeChat message, he looked back at Xie Zhi, took a good look at him, and then said: "Then, tonight is the last night before the exam."

Xie Zhi: "Yes, Teacher Bai."

Bai Hanmo: "Then we won't talk about anything else tonight, you can write a story."

Xie held the paper and pen in his hand, and immediately opened it, and only after opening did he ask: "Is there a theme?"

"No." Bai Hanmo's eyes were a little blank, and he retracted it after a while, "'I write my heart with my pen', tonight, write whatever you want."

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhi: "Okay."

Sometimes, it is more difficult to have no topic. Xie Zhi first found a piece of waste paper and wrote a few topics that he wanted to write about, then crossed out a few, and after confirming one, he drew up a small outline, and then, Just started writing.

Bai Hanmo didn't look at Xie Zhi, and took out the opening report just now, spread it out, and continued reading.

The room is very warm, wintersweet exudes its due fragrance, the sound of Bai Hanmo turning the pages rustles, and the health stove in the corner of the desk is boiling tea, there is the sound of bubbling bubbles.

In the middle of Xie Zhi's writing, fine white particles suddenly began to fall outside the window—snow began to fall.

This is the first snow this winter.

Xie Zhi's brush is like the sound of snow falling, and the desk lamp casts on his pen, becoming a string of shadows on the notebook.

About two hours later, Xie Zhi put away the pen, read it himself, and then held the book to Bai Hanmo with both hands.

Xie Zhi: "Teacher Bai, I finished writing."

Bai Hanmo immediately closed the opening report he had drawn with a red pen, put it aside, still holding the red pen in his hand, and took Xie Zhi's notebook.

Bai Hanmo: "Let me see."

Bai Hanmo held Xie Zhi's book in his hand and read it carefully - it was a topic closely related to recent social hotspots. The protagonist was a hero with a little super power. He used montage techniques to compose an article, and at the end clicked, The protagonist's super power comes from the overdrawing of life.

If you were asked to pay the price of your life to maintain the beauty of the world, would you still be willing?

It feels good, too.

The different choices of several small characters in it are also written with flesh and blood.

Bai Hanmo read it twice and returned him to Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi took the notebook and waited quietly for Bai Hanmo's comment, but Bai Hanmo just looked at him quietly, maintaining a smile on his face.

Xie Zhi was a little embarrassed, and asked himself: "Aren't you going to tell us your opinion today?"

"Very good." Bai Hanmo nodded.

Xie Zhi: "...Huh?"

Bai Hanmo: "That's my opinion."

Xie Zhi looked at Bai Hanmo, and heard him say: "I think, you are well prepared."

Bai Hanmo lowered his waist and opened the cabinet on the side of his desk. From inside, he took out dozens of b5 notebooks and put them in front of Xie Zhi one by one.

Xie Zhi was very familiar with these notebooks, they were all used by him before they were put away by Bai Hanmo.

"These." Bai Hanmo stroked the pile of books with his palm, and finally touched the top one, "The stories you wrote, the movies you watched, and the common sense you memorized will all become your weapons." =

"Now." Bai Hanmo said, "It's your turn to kill everyone."

"Squad leader! This, this, this! lookme!"

Early the next morning, Xie Zhi and Yan Si had just walked to the VIP lounge, before they stepped in, when they were stopped by a tall figure flying over.

Pan Yan ran like a runaway husky, barking towards the two of them, handed a plate of cakes directly in front of Yan Si, then turned to face Xie Zhi, stuck out his tongue and panted.

"What a coincidence!" Pan Yan said with emotion.

Yan Si glanced down at the small cakes piled up on his plate, and said sincerely, "I ate a lot."

"Is there more?" Pan Yan Dumbledore shook his head, "It's nothing more than an appetizer before dinner."

...That's right, the mountain of cakes is actually an appetizer before meals, Pan Yan, as expected of you.

After Pan Yan said hello, he returned to his seat with his appetizer and dessert. Yan Si and Xie Zhi also went to fetch some food and sat with Pan Yan.

Pan Yan generously gave each of them a small cake and said, "Hey, I'm so desperate."

Xie Zhi: "What's wrong?"

Pan Yan: "I was caught by my classmates as a first-class passenger—I can't hide my status as a rich second generation! Can you not tell Zhou Ya about this?"

Yan Si cut a slice of ham sausage, shared it with Xie Zhi, and asked casually, "What does it have to do with Zhou Ya?"

Pan Yan sighed: "You don't know, Zhou Ya once said - I hate those dudes and rich second generations the most, and how far this kind of people go."

Pan Yan: "But, if you're reasonable, your family has no money, so how can you learn to be a director? Isn't that right?"

Xie Zhi thought for a while and nodded—it seems to be the reason. The director needs to know almost all the lighting and operation of the camera equipment.

However, Yan Si grasped the blind spot, plunged a fork into the fried egg, and plunged a knife into Pan Yan's heart.

Yan Si poked open the egg and asked calmly, "So, you haven't caught up with Zhou Ya yet?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

Pan Yan: "..."

The little cake in front of me is not fragrant anymore! ! !For the first time, Pan Yan felt how the word "no appetite" was written.

"Yan Si." Pan Yan spat out blood, "If you don't mention this, we can still be good friends..."

Seriously: "Okay."

Xie Zhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, just as he was about to say something, his mobile phone's WeChat rang.

Xie Zhi put down the knife and fork, picked up the phone, glanced at it, and handed it to Yan Si.

The above is a message from Xie Zhi's grandfather. He asked Xie Zhi's flight number and said that he had already departed and was going to the airport to pick him up.

In other words speak.

I'm meeting my parents! ! !

"Okay." Yan Si nodded calmly.

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si.

Yan Si ate a mouthful of food, felt Xie Zhi's gaze, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xie Zhi: "Are you... not nervous?"

Yan Si smiled and shook his head: "Can grandpa and grandma eat people?"

Xie Zhi: "Of course not!"

Yan Si: "That's right, it's just meeting the parents in advance, why am I nervous?"

As Yan Si said, he calmly forked the bread on his own plate, and the fork went down—the aim was a little off, the tip of the fork touched the smooth plate, and it made a "creak" sound due to slipping.

Who the hell said Yan Si wasn't nervous!

Meet and see Xie Zhi's parents! ! !

Or the grandparents with the highest status——

Are you nervous? ? ? ?

Xie Zhi saw Yan Si's movement, but before he could figure out the meaning of the details of that movement, he heard an uproar at the entrance of the VIP lounge.

"Mr. Cheng!" There was a middle-aged man's excited voice, "Hi Mr. Cheng, do you still remember me?"

"Of course." The man's calm voice sounded.

"Mr. Cheng, I didn't expect to see you here!" Another voice joined.

"Who is Mr. Cheng?" A female voice asked.

"Cheng Yi——Cheng Yi, you don't know that you are still in this circle!"

Most of the first-class passengers are business people. They may know stars like Yan Si, but they are not fanatical, but it is different for giants like Cheng Yi.

The lounge turned into a fan meeting in seconds, and a group of people from Wuyang Wuyang rushed over to shake hands with Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi shook hands with people one by one, and glanced gently at Lin Jiu who was not far away and took the opportunity to drag his little friend Wen Suixin to run away.

"Director Lin!!!"

The one who was excited was Pan Yan. The moment Lin Jiu ran over, Pan Yan suddenly stood up, and a piece of cake paper flew with him, and then fell to the table.

"You, you -- are you flying?" Pan Yan was so excited that he was at a loss, and quickly swept the seat next to him, "Are you sitting here???"

"Sit down!" Lin Jiu was generous. He could tell at a glance that Pan Yan and Yan Xie knew each other, so he sat down next to Pan Yan and said, "I don't fly, I just come in to see you off."

send us! ! ! !Pan Yan Xizi held her heart together, she was about to have a myocardial infarction! !

This is Lin Jiu! ! !The mighty Lin Jiu! ! !

He Dehe Neng, was sent off by him——

"Director Lin." Pan Yankuan burst into tears and grabbed Lin Jiu's hand, "Hi, my name is Pan Yan, and I also want to be a director in the future!!!"

"Oh?" Lin Jiu became interested, "You also want to be a director? Which school are you planning to take?"

Lin Jiu and Pan Yan chatted familiarly, Cheng Yi was blocked and didn't come over. At present, the quietest people in the entire VIP hall are Yan Si, Xie Zhi, and...

The space between Wen Suixin and the three of them.

Wen Suixin looked at Xie Zhi, and then at Yan Si—it was... just restless! ! !

What an embarrassing scene, how do you explain yourself here? ? ?

"Lin Jiu is here to see you off." Wen Suixin said to Xie Zhi coldly and forcefully, "I...just drop by."

"Yes, yes, yes." Lin Jiu and Pan Yan plugged and disassembled the Wen Suixin platform while chatting, "I don't know who, when Xiaobai sent a message last night, he jumped up three feet high, and swiped a... oh no first The cabin ticket, if you insist, I will also deliver it with you.”

"Shut up!!!" Wen Sui was furious, turned his head and glared at Xie Zhi again, "I didn't."

Yan Si suppressed his laughter and almost got internal injuries, no matter how polite he was, he quickly sat down and ate something to cover up his smile.

Xie Zhi also wanted to laugh, but in the end, he just looked at Wen Suixin obediently and nodded seriously.

"I know, Master." Xie Zhi said.

Wen Suixin: "..."

Master was like a spell, straightening out Wen Suixin's frizzy hair. He licked his lips, his eyes wandered out of the window, and then back again.

Finally, Wen Suixin took a deep breath as if she had made up her mind.

"You." Wen Suixin said to Xie Zhi, "Take a good exam."

Wen Suixin: "If you brag outside that you are my apprentice, you won't be allowed to fail the exam and embarrass me!"

Wen Suixin: "Did you hear me!"

With warm blessings, Xie Zhi flew through the entire voyage, got off the plane, and just walked out of the gate, he saw the old couple waiting outside the gate. When he saw Xie Zhi, his face burst into surprise.

The two old men waved at Xie Zhi, and with this wave, three handsome boys over 1.8 meters tall were summoned.

"Be good." Grandpa took Xie's hand and smiled, "Are you tired? Who are these people?"

Hearing this question, Yan Si licked his lower lip, his Adam's apple trembled slightly.

"Grandpa!" Pan Yan didn't tremble slightly. He was very familiar with him. He held Grandpa Xie Zhi's free hand with both hands, waved it up and down, and said loudly, "Hello! My name is Pan Yan! We They are all good friends of Xie Zhi!"

Yan Si: "..."

Yan Si glanced at Pan Yan silently - just in time to see Pan Yan let go of Grandpa Xie Zhi, and shook hands with Grandma Xie Zhi again, that was called a fire cooking oil, flowers blooming brocade.

Sometimes, having a friend like Pan Yan by his side can be called divine help.

"Okay, okay." Grandpa had already been dazed by Pan Yan, and after calming down a little, he asked again, "Are you all coming back for the exam?"

Pan Yan: "That's right, Xie Zhi and I took one subject, we both took the test of editing and directing - but I'm going to take the test of directing in the future."

While talking, Pan Yan hit Yan Si with his elbow, and said, "What about you?"

"Hi, Grandpa." Yan Si said modestly, "My name is Yan Si, I take an acting exam, but I'm also Xie Zhi's classmate."

"En!" Before Xie Zhi's grandpa could speak, Xie Zhi's grandma had narrowed her eyes and looked at Yan Si with satisfaction, "Such a handsome young man really should take an acting test."

"That's right." Grandpa couldn't help agreeing, "Otherwise it would be a waste of talents."

After Xie Zhi decided to devote himself to the art of screenwriting, the two old people systematically studied the division of labor in the entertainment industry, and they have no prejudice against actors.

Hearing these words, Xie Zhi smiled so much that he showed his eight teeth, he turned his head and looked at Yan Si.

Yan Si blushed a little, as if embarrassed, but lowered his head obediently, listening to his grandpa and grandma.

"Hey, grandpa and grandma, I saw my parents, I'm going over." Pan Yan bluffed for a while, and saw two people in the crowd who were like models and looked like gods, and immediately talked with Xie Zhi's grandpa and grandma. leave.

The old couple waved goodbye to Pan Yan, then looked at Yan Si, who was poking here without any intention of moving, and exchanged glances.

Xie Zhi said publicly: "Xiao Yan...is it Xiao Yan?"

Yan Si: "Grandpa, it's me."

Grandpa Xie Zhi: "Where's your family?"

One is painting on the wall in Beijing, and the other is flying around the world to make money. By the way—there is also an older brother who assists the one who is flying around the world to make money.

what happened?

Yan Si obediently said, "At work."

Grandpa Xie Zhi: "Oh——"

Grandpa Xie Zhi said "Oh", and then looked back at Grandma Xie Zhi. The two of them met each other's eyes, and basically finished exchanging their thoughts about Yan Si.

The central meaning is as follows: "Poor Zai Zai."

After all, it's this time point, and Yan Si doesn't have any family to accompany him. I'm afraid it's similar to Xie Zhi's situation. It's the kind of parents who neglect to care.

"Okay, young people just want to be independent." Grandpa Xie Zhi sees through, claps the back of Yan Si's hand empty-handed, and pulls him back, "If you call me grandpa, I'll treat you as a grandson, let's go—grandpa, please Have a meal."

There are hot pots everywhere in Chongqing, but Xie Zhi has an exam on the third day, so of course he can’t eat such spicy food. Xie Zhi took two people by car to find a hot pot near the University of Posts and Telecommunications to eat, and then stayed in a nearby hotel, which was convenient. On the third day, Xie Zhi went directly to the exam.

As "classmates", Xie Zhi and Yan Si were divided into a room of course.

In the early morning of the next day, Xie Zhi and Yan Si finished their breakfast, Yan Si took a fast food box, and went downstairs with his grandfather.

Grandpa Xie Zhi looked at the pouring rain outside and couldn't help but start to worry.

"What should I do?" Grandpa Xie Zhi frowned, looking at the steep mountain road outside, "I dare not drive even on rainy days."

It takes only 10 minutes to drive from the hotel to the University of Posts and Telecommunications. The distance is not far, but the roads are all slippery. After all, Grandpa Xie Zhi is too old to drive on such a dangerous road.

"Grandpa, let me drive." Yan Si said immediately.

"You?" Xie Zhi's grandfather was taken aback, looked at him, then turned to look at Xie Zhi again, "Your classmate can still drive? What's going on?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

This matter is a long story.

Xie Zhi thought for a while, and was blessed to his heart: "He repeated it."

Yan Si's eyes widened slightly, and after a while, he nodded with a smile: "Grandpa, I'm repeating."

"Oh..." Xie Zhi's grandpa understood - the art test is originally a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge, and it is not easy to repeat it. He does not discriminate against Yan Si, so he feels distressed.

Yan Si, who was repeating his studies, took up the heavy responsibility of driving, and drove the car steadily outside the University of Posts and Telecommunications, but couldn't get in either.

During the examination period, the school does not open social vehicles to enter.

"It's raining heavily outside." Yan Si picked up the only umbrella in the car, and turned to the old man in the back seat, "Don't go down, grandpa and grandma, I'll just go in and see Xie Zhi off."

Xie Zhi's grandfather originally wanted to give it away, but it was really raining outside, and if he fell later, it would cause trouble for Xie Zhi, so he agreed to Yan Si's proposal.

Yan Si turned off the engine and got out of the car. He opened the car door and propped up the umbrella first, then turned to Xie Zhi's side, clasped the door handle with his fingers, opened the door, and lifted the umbrella over the car roof.

The heavy rain hit Yan Si's back, Yan Si didn't change his face, he supported Xie Zhi, and said softly: "Be careful."

Xie Zhi was helped down by him, his body was almost squeezed together with Yan Si, and he gave him a shy look.

Grandma Xie Zhi was sitting on the right side of the car, seeing this scene, she didn't think it was outrageous, but rather warm, but she didn't look twice, Xie Zhi had already got off, and Yan Si closed the door casually.

Yan Si held up the umbrella, because of the heavy rain, he pulled Xie Zhi into his arms with one hand, and a white opaque lunch box was hung from the handle of the umbrella, and he walked in with Xie Zhi.

The University of Posts and Telecommunications is located on the hillside, and the campus is lined with trees. Just after entering, the rain seems to be much lighter.

The exam location was in the deepest part of the School of Media Arts. Yan Si led Xie Zhi along the boulevard and stopped five steps away from the building of the School of Media Arts.

The two of them made a turn towards the grove, and Yan Si stopped behind a big tree.

Hundred-year-old trees, most of the trees here are thick enough to hide two people, and the two people hide behind the tree, which seems to be cut off from the main road of people coming and going.

Yan Si handed the umbrella to Xie Zhi, Xie Zhi took it naturally and held it between the two of them.

"I wanted to ask just now." Xie Zhi raised his umbrella, and the disposable lunch box happened to be between the two of them. He poked the lunch box and asked Yan Si, "What is this?"

"It's for you."

Yan Si took the lunch box out of the plastic bag and lifted the lid in front of Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi looked inside, and inside was a small fried dough stick, and next to it were two sliced ​​eggs.

One horizontal line and two zeros are [-] points.

"Do you remember?" Yan Si took out the fritters and fed them into Xie Zhi's mouth, "When I went to audition, you made me breakfast like this."

"remember."

A deep-fried dough stick was eaten in a few seconds, Yan Si took another egg and fed it to Xie Zhi, a total of [-] points, Yan Si was satisfied when he watched Xie Zhi finish eating.

Xie Zhi chewed the last bite of the egg, swallowed it, and kept his gaze on Yan Si.

"What's wrong?" Yan Si took the lunch box back.

"Kiss me." Xie Zhi said in a low voice, "Give me all your courage...will you?"

"..."

The tree that blocked the sun covered the rain, Yan Si tilted the umbrella back, completely blocking the two of them.

In the umbrella, Yan Si closed his eyes, turned his face, and kissed Xie Zhi's lips.

The author has something to say: the art test begins!See how our top students run rampant in the examination room