I heard you asked me to take a bath

Ding Yao played games all day until about five o'clock in the afternoon. When he turned around, he found that Bai Yan had returned and was drawing with his sai, but he only drew a head, and then he stopped and stared at the computer in a daze.

"Xiaobai, how is your character design going?"

"..." Bai Yan held the pressure-sensitive pen dejectedly, "I can't draw..."

"If you can't draw it, don't draw it. Don't make things difficult for yourself." Ding Yao persuaded, "I see that you have dark circles under your eyes recently because of this matter."

Bai Yan was suffering and couldn't tell - his dark circles were not because of this, but were completely tortured by a pervert.

"Tell me what difficulties you have, and I will help you."

"...I...I'm fine."

Ding Yao looked at him for a while: "Forget it, if you don't want to say it, I won't force it. When you are willing to say it, then tell me."

Bai Yan sighed, being entangled by a pervert, he couldn't say such a thing no matter what.

At this time, the button on the computer rang, and it was a message from Lu Xian:

"Xiaobai, how is the character design?"

"...you can be a little bit difficult when you encounter difficulties, I want to give up (T^T)"

"Why did you give up? The teacher heard that you are making the character design of this book, and I am looking forward to it."

"What? Teacher Luohe... looking forward to it?"

"That's right, the teacher said that as a painter, you should try new things that you haven't touched before, so that you can make progress, so Xiaobai, you have to work hard, and draw works that can impress the teacher. I am optimistic about you. "

"Hmm!! Okay!! I will work hard!!"

After listening to Lu Xian's words, Bai Yan's thought of giving up just now was dispelled.

He pushed his glasses and thought: There must be many obstacles on the way to being recognized by Luohe, but I can't give up lightly. If I can't handle just a small character design, how can I draw something like " A masterpiece like "One Leaf Boat"?

Ding Yao, who was playing a game, suddenly felt the people behind him ignite a fighting spirit, and the air became hot in an instant.

"Xiaobai, are you okay? Why are you downcast for a while, and high-spirited for a while."

"Ah? No, nothing..." Bai Yan said.

He hesitated for a while, resting his chin, and turned his head slowly, "Ding Yao, I want to ask you something, do you know how to make a man undress naturally?"

"What?!" Ding Yao was startled, and stared at Bai Yan for a long time, "You...why did you ask the man to take off his clothes?"

Bai Yan scratched her head in distress, "I went swimming that day, and I took a picture of a guy who fits the manga figure, but he was discovered. I didn't expect that guy not only kept pestering me, but also threatened to kill me if I deleted his WeChat. Let me tell you about the nude photos I took of him..."

"I'll go, he's pretty crazy, dare to bully us Xiaobai!" Ding Yao stood up from the chair at once, rolled up his sleeves, "Call him tomorrow, I will be honest after a beating."

Bai Yan's starry eyes suddenly popped up: "Really?"

Ding Yao paused: "You... first tell me how tall and heavy that guy is?"

"I don't know too well. According to the visual measurement, he is more than 1.8 meters. In terms of weight, his muscles are tight in the swimming pool, so he should not be light."

"More than 1.8 meters, have muscles?" Ding Yao suddenly languished, and said with a sneer, "Well, look, I suddenly felt that fighting is wrong. We are a civilized society now, and there is something that cannot be solved in a different way. What about fighting?"

Bai Yan was taken aback by what he said, and nodded thoughtfully, "Well, it makes sense."

"Come on, let me clear your mind for you. Look, don't you just covet his body now..."

"Wait a minute, don't use such an ambiguous sentence!"

"Ahem, I mean, don't you just want him to be a model? He must have caught your mentality and bullied you like this. We can't be cowardly in the face of perverts. We must take pictures of him and draw Out of character, pissed him off."

Bai Yan nodded vigorously: "Yes, he is mad at him."

Ding Yao tapped on the non-existent blackboard: "It's important!"

Bai Yan hurriedly wrote down in his notebook: Don't coax him, you will be mad at him to death!

"Well, very good." Ding Yao touched his chin: "First of all, to let him take off his clothes, you can ask him to go to the swimming pool."

"But I was caught by him in the swimming pool last time. If I ask him out again this time, I will definitely be suspected."

"...It makes sense..." Ding Yao thought to himself for a moment, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, "Hey, do you know that people in the Northeast like going to bathhouses?"

"Bathhouse?"

"Yes, at least once a week, a few old men go to take a bath, once in the bath, take off their clothes, and call an old man who scrubs his back. It's so natural and not awkward at all. It's like going shopping with a girl. He certainly wouldn't doubt it."

"Really, then, then I'll ask him to take a bath!"

"Appointment!" Ding Yao said.

When Zheng Chuan came back from buying food outside, he saw two roommates there with high spirits——

"Our slogan is, in the face of perverts—"

"No, can, coward!"

This picture is the visual sense of a pyramid selling den.

Zheng Chuan couldn't help but shed a drop of cold sweat...

what do i seeNo, I didn't see anything...

So he backed away silently...

The next day, Luohe woke up from the big soft bed, looked at the clock on the bedside table, it showed nine o'clock, he slowly sat up from the bed, rubbed his messy hair, the quilt slipped down, his smooth and perfect The shoulder and neck lines become more defined under the sunlight in the morning.

Luo He yawned, thinking of going to the studio to finish drawing this week's manuscript, then ordering a takeaway, and then coming back to sleep.

Another boring day...

He half-closed his eyes—the life is really boring, and he misses Xiaobai a bit...

He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message: My dear brother, did you miss your brother today?

There was no reply after sending it for a long time, which was also expected by Luo He. He could imagine Bai Yan's angry face when he saw the news, pushed his round glasses and muttered: "The devil misses you!"

He put down his phone and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he thought of the dozen or so unfinished drawings lying on the computer, he felt uneasy.

After washing, he took out a gray sweater from the closet and put it on. Suddenly, a mobile phone notification sounded from under the quilt. He picked up the mobile phone and saw that Bai Yan had returned——

Xiaobai: Ghosts will miss you!

"... Sure enough..." Looking at these words, Luo He smiled inexplicably, the corners of his mouth raised and he couldn't hang down anymore, his originally gloomy mood suddenly improved a lot.

By the way, are there any tsundere pets like Bai Yan sold in the market?I really want to buy one to keep at home.

On this end, Bai Yan is already working in the studio, and he sent the drawing to Luo He's mailbox, with a postscript: Teacher, the drawing is lustful, please see if it works, and see if there is anything that needs to be revised.

After 10 minutes, I received a reply: The light and shadow effect is a bit weak, the color of the hero's shoes is wrong, please correct it and give it to me in the afternoon.

The tone seemed very serious, and Bai Yan hurriedly replied: "Okay."

To be honest, he has a sense of awe towards the teacher. On the one hand, it is because of the teacher’s professionalism. He can always point out the shortcomings of the painting. On the other hand, his tone is always serious and alienated, which makes people feel bad. near.

It was already noon when the draft was carefully revised and sent. Luo He replied: Well, this time the draft has been approved.

Bai Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but saw him again and said: There is a bedroom on the third floor, you can go there for a lunch break.

third floor?

Bai Yan was taken aback for a moment - he remembered that Lu Xian said that the third floor is... the teacher's bedroom!Although the teacher has his own house, because he often stays up late to catch up on manuscripts, Song Yang decorated the third floor of the studio as a bedroom for him to live in.

Bai Yan hurriedly replied: No need, I'll just sleep on my stomach on the table.

He wouldn't dare to sleep in Luohe's bedroom even if he had ten guts!

Luo He: There are a lot of drawings today, you may have to work overtime, and a bad lunch break will affect your work efficiency. I don't want you to drag down our progress and go upstairs to sleep.

This commanding tone made it impossible for Bai Yan to refuse, so after a long while, he had no choice but to reply "Yes."

After having lunch with Lu Xian, Lu Xian answered the phone and said, "President Song, what's wrong?"

The other party didn't know what to say, so Lu Xian hurried to leave.

"Is it President Song?" Bai Yan asked.

Everyone in the office called Song Yang "Mr. Song", and he followed suit.

"Well, he's drunk, I'll pick him up, you go back to the studio to rest first, the teacher will come in the afternoon."

"Ok."

Bai Yan went back to the studio alone, remembering Luo He's order, hesitated again and again, and went to the third floor.

He carefully pushed open the door of the bedroom, and found that the layout inside was very simple, the bed and curtains were all in gray tones, and there were no unnecessary clutter.

He didn't dare to sleep on the bed, and when he saw a sofa next to him, he curled up and fell asleep.

It may be that the curtains blocked the light, the whole bedroom was drowsy, and Bai Yan fell asleep instantly.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the room was gently pushed open...