Learn about the human body

Tang Qizhen sat in the back row of the classroom and checked Weibo, while his roommates were also playing games arrogantly, and only the class leader made a generous statement alone.

The school organized a painting competition, and the winners will have the right to participate in the painting of the graffiti wall.

In fact, it is voluntary labor.

University C is a well-known university in China, and Yangsha, where he lives, is an old campus with only two colleges and 17 departments, including the flagship majors of University C—clinical medicine and architecture.

Although it sounds awesome, the hardware facilities in the old campus are not good, and the dormitory can't even install air conditioners.The renovation only started at the beginning of this year, and according to the progress, Tang Qizhen will not be able to enjoy benefits in the past four years.

So he didn't have much interest in the matter.

The squad leader was still spitting on the podium, asking them to design three classes for everyone to participate in the competition, otherwise it would affect the final comprehensive evaluation.

As soon as this remark came out, there were whispers from below.Tang Qizhen was also stunned for a moment, he still didn't understand the rules of comprehensive evaluation, so he could just draw a picture if he wanted to.

Anyway, the task at hand is now complete.

After the military training, he produced the last design draft of the forest series at the speed of life and death. The father of the funder was very satisfied with it, and he just announced it on Weibo today.

I was admiring my work when I suddenly received a private message.

[Jiu Mi Mariko: Madam saw your new series, and actually changed the style, but it is still as beautiful as ever. ]

Seeing the familiar ID and rainbow fart, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Oh, I sent a message to my girlfriend, my mouth is crooked." Gu Xuehao leaned his head to read the gossip, "Brother's speed is not bad, let's take a look at my sister-in-law?"

"Go, go, it's not a girlfriend." He subconsciously turned his phone back.

The roommate had a sour face, clicked tut tut several times, and sat back in his seat sourly.

He bowed his head and continued typing.

Jiumi Yuanzi was his first fan after entering the circle, and she would definitely buy every little skirt he designed, and she would return pictures to blow rainbow farts.Tang Qizhen has met a real person, a very cute little girl, which perfectly matches the sweet little dress he designed.

Sweettown: hhh thank you little angel, I tried new elements for the first time, and I was a little flustered [frown]

This is his Two-dimensional ID. At the time of registration, he entered his English name casually, but it was translated into "Sweet Candy" by netizens. In addition, the painting style is warm and healing, and he has not published any photos publicly, which caused him to be mistaken for As a girl, she called her "Madam" for several years.

But he's used to it now, and he still thinks it's fun to wear the vest.

Jiumi Yuanzi said again: But Mrs. Tiantang, I'm busy with my third year of high school, so I can't go online often, and I can't wear the beautiful little dress you designed.

To be a student in the graduating class, it must be because of the college entrance examination.

Tang Qizhen replied: Then study hard~ I will show you better works in a year [Bixin]

The other party didn't reply for a long time, he felt a little empty for some reason, and looked down at the little fan's head.

In fact, he entered this circle purely by accident.At that time, the pigeon farm held the Lolita Design Competition, claiming that all the profits would be donated to the mountains, and he thought it was meaningful to participate.

Unexpectedly, the two little skirts I designed "handily" unexpectedly became popular, and the kid from Jiumi was so excited that he made a voice, crying and blowing rainbow farts.

Although surprised, Tang Qizhen was still encouraged, and the two became friends after going back and forth.

He always felt that he should do something for this little girl, thought for a moment, and asked: Do you have any special ideas, I can design one for you~

The other party still didn't move, Tang Qizhen felt a little embarrassed, and added: I will cheer you up from the air, and thank you for your company along the way.

After a few minutes, she replied: Sorry, I was so excited to see you say that suddenly, and my mind went blank.In fact, with your encouragement, I am super happy!Be sure to study hard!

Tang Qizhen was amused by the little fans again, the two chatted a few more words, and she went offline.

Just as the class meeting was over, Tang Qizhen put his schoolbag on his back, and was about to go back to the dormitory and continue working on the fat house.

At nine o'clock in the evening, many people had just finished their evening self-study, and there were people coming and going on the road.Several young ladies in Lolita were discussing in a low voice.

"Ms. Tiantang has released a new series, Double Eleven is about to eat dirt again." "But one thing to say, I feel that her style is becoming more and more stereotyped, and she is not as stunning as when she first debuted."...

Tang Qizhen walked past them, heard them clearly, his ears felt hot for a while, then he bowed his head and walked away silently.

For some reason, there is a feeling of hidden merit and fame.

After going back to bed, the roommates began to discuss the drawing competition, what kind of game fan, Loli Yujie, talked happily.

Tang Qizhen suddenly realized that he was not worthy of the word otaku at all.He doesn't play games, and he doesn't like lolita. He only likes to watch Hot Blood Fan and Tanmei Manga, and by the way, he cuts his own legs to produce food.

"What does Brother Tang plan to draw?" Gu Xuehao approached, "I feel that you have so little fun, you don't even read comics, you still learn design."

Tang Qizhen was upset when he heard that, he turned his head and waved his hands: "I'm googoo."

"Googoo? Do you want to draw a pigeon?"

When Tang Qizhen heard the words, he remembered the pain of being urged to write not long ago, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Pigeon x Bugu Bird is simply a perfect CP!

"That's right, I just draw pigeons!" He enthusiastically patted his roommate on the shoulder, "Nice~ Thank you, brother, for providing me with inspiration."

Drawing small animals can just avoid the shortcomings of the human body, coupled with the sand sculpture style, it can also prevent the two-dimensional vest from being identified.

It's so witty.

He quickly turned on the computer, opened the document, and coded like wind.

Personal design: Pigeon painter and Cuckoo programmer rented a room.Pigeon painters huddled at home all year round to draw, weak and helpless but edible, with smooth and beautiful white feathers.The programmer Gou Gou goes out early and returns late, and wears the same orange-yellow-gray plaid shirt every day. Although he is busy and shedding hair, he is enjoying himself.

The first scene: Goo Bird came home and found the pigeon slumped on the table like a puddle of water. The screen was blank. He was dissatisfied: Why didn't you start drawing?

The pigeon turned its head and muttered: I am practicing the newly learned brain wave resonance mapping technique!

Scene Two: Muckoo's face darkens: I think tonight's corn wolfberry soup is missing a flavor...

The pigeon was shocked and cried with tears: I'm not a coo, I just want to be a cool pigeon.

The third act: Bugu Niao patted his head: That's it, didn't you say it earlier?After I fix all the bugs, I will take you for a ride in the sky.

The pigeons flew up: really?You are too kind!

Scene [-]: Bugu Niao smiled charmingly: But I have a cold head now, so I want to take advantage of it.You googling for so long, it's useless to keep it, right? (slowly draws the knife)

The pigeon's back felt cold, and subconsciously called out: Coo coo coo!

End.

After typing the last word, Tang Qizhen felt refreshed, and his mind was already full of delicious pigeon soup.

Although it is a four-frame sand sculpture manga, he still did not slack off, conscientiously composed the picture, perfected the details, and did not miss a single feather.After drawing for a week, I finally submitted the work before the deadline.

Then there is waiting, offline selection, and online voting.

Tang Qizhen has no obsession with winning the award, and even thinks that such spoof works will be rejected by the teacher.Unexpectedly, during the online voting, his spit setting and fine painting style aroused the sympathy of the bald students, and he stood out from the school of Jianyi gathered among the big guys.

Just like when he accidentally designed a small skirt three years ago, the sudden attention made him feel unrealistic, as if he was stepping on cotton.

"I'll go, Brother Tang, there is a post about you on the wall of our school's confession." The roommate stopped playing games, and excitedly surrounded him and took his hand, "Brother, I just say one word, don't forget each other even if you are rich and honored." !"

Tang Qizhen became more and more confused, not knowing what tricks these people were up to, so he turned on the phone helplessly.There was a small red dot in the friend application column, and many people found his account through the welcome group.

The first article on the school’s confession wall says so——

Confess that design class 1903 Tang Qizhen, our Yangsha is a "Sand Sculpture Raising" campus, really talented.The picture was transferred from my little brother's space, so I won't explode the photos, and I am also super cute!20 yuan for a photo, 50 yuan for a love letter~[Picture][Picture]

Those two pictures are the hand-painted sand sculpture emoticons he posted in the space before. They were purely for fun when they were drawn, and even he himself forgot them.

It looks like an acquaintance committed the crime.Tang Qizhen reacted very quickly, and stared at Gu Xuehao fiercely: "You want to beat the mouse, right?"

"Hey, don't, brother!" Gu Xuehao slid away.

The other two laughed.

After more than a month of enrolling, the four of them have begun to call each other brothers, but Tang Qizhen still resents being made such a joke.

He curled his lips: "I haven't found a partner yet, don't mess around."

"Come on, big brother, you are so good, girls are queuing up to come to the door."

"I told you not to look for it!" Tang Qizhen raised his voice anxiously, he didn't want to reveal his sexual orientation so soon.

The roommate was devastated, and obediently slipped back to her seat.

The information on the confession wall is still being refreshed, and students from other departments are not to be outdone, and have brought out their own department of flowers and plants to show off.

Tang Qizhen first glanced at two human anatomy diagrams, followed by a medical illustration - a skeleton holding a mandala standing in a sea of ​​flowers.

These smooth lines, well-proportioned proportions... Tang Qizhen suddenly became interested, and he clicked on the big picture to study the details of each bone.

If I could have such a human body, I would be admitted to Florence Academy of Fine Arts!

He was filled with emotion in his heart.

After exiting the interface, his eyes were a little sore, and he squinted half-closed to see the text next to the picture——

Let me show you the combat effectiveness of medical students, Fu Yansheng of clinical class 1708, a great painter who was delayed by medicine.

Wait, is this the senior's work?

He woke up in an instant, read it carefully from beginning to end, and slowly typed a series of question marks in his heart: What else does this man not know? ?

Compared with this, he felt that his Sand Sculpture Manga was simply a sensationalist.

By coincidence, he preserved the three works of Fu Yansheng, and continued to study them lying on the bed after washing.

After all, it is the person who has personally held the scalpel, and every light and shade is handled so perfectly.Tang Qizhen stared at the screen in a daze, and let out a breath slowly.

Suddenly a message pops up in the floating window: Fu Yansheng requests to add you as a friend.

? ?what's the situation?He nearly bounced out of bed.

He originally thought that the end of the military training had nothing to do with him, so why did he come to him again?

He bit the bullet and passed the verification.

The other party sent a message emotionally: Fu Yansheng.

[I know, hello senior. ]

He sent another QR code with two words: Jiaqun.

Tang Qizhen took a closer look and found that it was a group of graffiti wall paintings in the campus.

Hey, hey, I didn't say that I want to be a cheap labor force!

The other party seemed to have seen through his mind, and said again: At the end of the semester, the test score is added, and it is not for nothing.

He said it as if he was a mercenary villain.Tang Qizhen thought to figure things out, and continued to ask questions.

[Senior is the person in charge? ]

[one of them. ]

That is to say, I will meet Fu Yansheng for a long time in the future.

Tang Qizhen was a little hesitant. After all, his main business was fine arts, so why not do it with the big shots.

But Fu Yansheng... I don't know why, but I always feel that nothing good will happen if he gets involved.

[What exactly is the test score? ]

[See Student Handbook. ] The other party replied coldly.

"..." Tang Qizhen rolled his eyes.

Then there is no more text.The other party didn't seem to care whether he joined the group or not, as long as he had been notified.

Tang Qizhen felt slightly irritable, got out of bed and found the student handbook issued on the day of enrollment - "Campus Fresh Orange Survival Guide".

Yes, you read that right, this sand sculpture thing is issued by the student union.

Because the most famous university of C is the medical school, the students of Yangsha campus like to call themselves Cheng Guoguo.

After reading the whole book, he realized that the test score is linked to the scholarship.

... Then make up the number with difficulty.What is Fu Yansheng, can he still eat himself?