Planet Transformer

Tan Shen went out on business, so he left a message to Tan Xu, reminding him to remember to go to class in the afternoon, and lunch is ready for him, and he will go after eating.

Tan Xu drove to the school and found the classroom based on the memory of the original owner.

The classroom was noisy, a group of students gathered around a drawing board, and a fair boy was drawing in public.

"I'm done. With Hua Yan's paintings for comparison, I'm afraid I will fail."

"It's so beautiful, Hua Yan's homework this time must be the highest score in our major."

"Hua Yan is very good at using colors, and his expressive power of colors is superb. You must teach me when you have time."

The fair boy smiled shyly, "I'm very happy to be able to help you."

Standing behind the crowd, Tan Xu looked at the blue sea of ​​flowers on the canvas, and felt familiar. Isn't it the forget-me-not flower field he planted in the suburbs?

The color of the whole painting is bright, from near to far, the near painting is detailed, the far painting is hazy, misty, stretching to the distance, the overall composition and color feel are very good, it is indeed a very beautiful painting.

Tan Xu silently looked at the painting materials in his hand, which belonged to the original owner.

Not everyone can afford classical oil painting, not counting the cost of holding art exhibitions, visiting art exhibitions, gathering scenery from various planets, and hiring famous teachers, just looking at the painting materials needed for daily practice, it is not a small amount of money.

If the quality of the painting material is better, the price will only be higher.

The white and clean boy is called Hua Yan. He is very talented in painting. However, his family is not rich. He is very economical in using paint. Occasionally, he lacks color, so he will borrow it from his classmates. At first, the classmates didn’t care. After a long time, gossip came out, and students from other classes came to humiliate him alone.

Once met by the original owner, the person who humiliated Hua Yan had conflicts with the original owner. The original owner helped Hua Yan conveniently, and let Hua Yan come to him when needed.

Since then, the original owner has always followed Hua Yan's tail, and the original owner is also very generous. He uses his own painting materials casually. After a long time, his classmates forgot about his fondness for rubbing paint, and only remember that he is very good at painting. .

In front of the original owner, he tried his best to please, and was docile and obedient, but it was this kind of person who told the original owner Yan Boheng that he had someone he liked and that there was a potted plant as a "token of love", and also gave him advice on how to kill the potted plant. Only then did the big basket come out.

It's not that Tan Xu looked down on him, with Hua Yan's social status, how did he know these things?He can also give advice to the original owner, and he succeeded once, and he really succeeded. There are too many tricks in it.

The original owner was so stupid that he provided painting materials for almost two years in vain, and in the end he was used as a gunman, causing a catastrophe and almost implicating his elder brother.

"Yo, what are you doing? Lao Mao hasn't come yet, and this is already on the show?" Qingyue's voice came.

The little monster, Mo Lan, rushed in, and when he saw Hua Yan surrounded by him, he frowned, and seeing that he was using Tan Xu's painting material again, he immediately became upset.

"Is this still easy to use? You could call it a loan before, but now you can use it directly as your own?"

Hua Yan held the paintbrush with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

There are students who have a good impression of Huayan, please help explain.

"He and Tan Xu have such a good relationship, just use some painting materials, Tan Xu won't care."

Mo Lan has a big temper. From the very beginning, he has looked down on Hua Yan.

"How do you know that Tan Xu won't care?"

Mo Lan choked directly, "Also, which of your eyes sees that they are on good terms? All I see is that he is trying his best to curry favor with Tan Xu, using that idiot as a free painting material!"

Hua Yan's face turned red, "I didn't, I really treat him as a friend."

Mo Lan suddenly lost his temper.

"Don't insult the word 'friend'! Let me ask you, is it because you're making a fuss in front of him that he went to make a face?!"

Hua Yan had a ghost in his heart, and immediately retorted, "I didn't."

"I fucking heard you mention that person's name! Did you say it again?!"

Mo Lan rolled up his sleeves and was about to tear them apart, but Tan Xu rushed out and pulled him back.

Mo Lan is not like the original owner. The original owner is a mouth-to-mouth faction, but Mo Lan is an action-oriented one. He will personally fight whoever he wants to tear.

When Mo Lan saw that it was him, he became even more angry.

"You protect him? Look at your face, has liking someone made you so humble?!"

Tan Xu was dumbfounded, "Didn't you praise this face before?"

Mo Lan said angrily, "It's senior, but it's not your face! Tell me, who did you do it for?"

Tan Xu: "..."

When Hua Yan saw Tan Xu's face, he understood what Mo Lan was talking about, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Tan Xu glanced at him, "Surprised?"

Hua Yan stammered: "You, how did you become like this?"

Tan Xu said lightly: "Oh, I'm so stupid."

Hua Yan: "..."

Tan Xu gestured to the painting material on the ground, "Are you still using it?"

Hua Yan was embarrassed: "No, no need."

Tan Xu: "That's fine, don't touch my things without my permission from now on."

Hua Yan's face was blue and white, standing there awkwardly, he felt that everyone was looking at him.

"The brain is a good thing, I will replenish it more in the future." Mo Lan ruffled Tan Xu's hair to vent his anger.

Tan Xu had no choice but to set up his painting materials and prepare to rush homework.

The first thing Lao Mao did when he came in was to check his homework. Hua Yan's paintings were named and praised.

Everyone knows Lao Mao's piss-like nature. It's too embarrassing to be singled out as a model in front of dozens of people in a big class with all majors. You should do your homework seriously.

Compared with other students' works, Tan Xu's canvas, which is cleaner than his face, is simply provocative.

Lao Mao lived up to expectations, Tan Xu was pulled out, and he painted in front of all his classmates, and Lao Mao commented on the spot.

Being surrounded by spectators is not enough, but you have to comment while drawing, and you will be criticized for every wrong drawing. The psychological pressure is not ordinary.

Tan Xu sat in front of the drawing board and stared blankly, his mind was empty, he was painting on the spot, what did he paint?

There were titters from the crowd, all waiting to see a good show.

Mo Lan covered her face, she couldn't see anymore.

The original owner's painting level can only be considered average, and he needs to have a reference to draw. Now Tan Xu has nothing, and it is too difficult to rely on imagination.

Tan Xu closed his eyes and recalled, wondering if it was influenced by Hua Yan's painting, what appeared in his mind was also a sea of ​​forget-me-not flowers, on the ridge among the flowers, one person stubbornly walked on a high place, while the other followed slowly, carefully Protecting him, worried that he would fall off, the two held a bunch of flowers in each hand, one blue and one purple...

Thinking of all the things that happened at that time, Tan Xu suddenly felt uncomfortable.

He restrained himself from thinking about all the past, as if it never happened.

He picked up the brush, adjusted the paint, and started painting.

There is no pre-drawing line, it is just a big color block foreshadowing. He knows what he is painting and what he wants to paint.

Tan Xu didn't hear the taunting voices of his classmates or Lao Mao's comments. He was completely immersed in the sea of ​​flowers at that time. He told himself that it was the decision of the Star Empire, and Yan Boheng couldn't stop it. That was not his original intention... …

At least the friendship at that time should be true.

Tan Xu put down his brush and color palette, and only then noticed that the classroom was too quiet.

Looking back, the students were all amazed.

Mo Lan frowned and frowned, "Are you completely broken in love? I can see deep sadness."

Tan Xu wanted to say, what the hell if he fell in love, he never fell in love!

That was pure brotherhood, ever!

This time Lao Mao didn't comment on it anymore, he seemed to be dumb all of a sudden.

Tan Xu's unfinished work crushed Hua Yan and got the highest professional score.

Hua Yan sat on the seat, his face was pale, his eyes were already red, he stood up abruptly, and walked out of the classroom quickly.

The action is too big, attracting a lot of attention.

Someone whispered.

"The two paintings are too similar, both in tone and content."

"Hua Yan drew it first, we all saw it, and Tan Xu himself was also looking at it, which already constitutes copying..."

"Shh-!"

Tan Xu stood up and followed her out.

Hua Yan hid in the bathroom and cried, and when he saw Tan Xu coming in, he panicked for a moment.

Tan Xu didn't look at him, and went straight to the cubicle.

Hua Yan stared at the compartment door and clenched his fists.

Tan Xu came out, stood in front of the sink, and washed his hands carefully.

Hua Yan kept looking at him, and finally mustered up his courage.

"You... why are you doing this to me?"

Tan Xu didn't look up, and washed his hands seriously, "What did I do to you?"

Hua Yan was aggrieved: "That painting, forget-me-not is my theme, how could you..."

"How can I?"

Tan Xu looked at him in the mirror with a half-smile.

Tan Xu wiped his fingers clean one by one, and turned to look at him.

"Hua Yan, how have I treated you these two years?"

"Very, very good, but this time No.1, I can't give it up to you, it's very important to me." Hua Yan was a little anxious.

Tan Xu sneered, "Let? Do I need you to let me?"

He has been carefully cultivated since he was a child, no matter how bad he is in ancient oil painting, he will not easily lose to ordinary students.

Hua Yan lowered his eyes and wiped away his tears, with an aggrieved look of being bullied but not daring to speak out.

In the past two years, the original owner has seen a lot of him like this, wronged, weak, and helpless.

Tan Xu was expressionless, "Who asked you to tell me those words?"

Hua Yan was startled, met Tan Xu's cold eyes, and quickly moved away.

"What, what did you say?"

Tan Xu said slowly: "You must have heard of Yan Boheng's name, after all, he is the Prince Heng of the Star Empire, the Great Star Lord, but who does he like, and there are potted plants as 'love tokens', are you How did you know? Also, how do you know that there are maintenance staff in the Star Lord's Mansion? And how do you know that poison can be brought into the Star Lord's Mansion?"

Hua Yan dodged his eyes, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Turning around to leave, the door was blocked by Tan Xu's foot.

Tan Xu said coldly: "Your goal has been achieved. The potted plants of the Great Star Lord were poisoned to death by me, and the caretaker who did it was arrested. I will spend the rest of my life in prison. I have my elder brother to protect me. It's fine for now. You Can this instigator be safe and sound? I just need to tell the Great Star Lord that you instigated all of this, can you still get out of prison in this life?"

Hua Yan's face paled instantly, "That, that's just a potted...potted plant."

Tan Xu sneered, "How ignorant are you? It is indeed a potted plant, but it is the first-generation purified apple potted plant. You should have heard of the value of the first-generation purified potted plant, right?"

Of course Hua Yan has heard of it. It is rumored that only one of the first-generation purification fruits can purify the radiation value of the human body, which is more effective than any medicine.

Hua Yan collapsed in fright, "Don't tell Star Master, I can't have anything to do, I can't be destroyed, please."

Tan Xu: "Who told you to do this?"

Hua Yan cried: "I don't know, I don't know him, that Alpha found me and asked me to tell you those things, he gave me money, promised to hold an art exhibition for me, I don't know anything else."

Tan Xu: "What's your name?"

Hua Yan: "I don't know."

Tan Xu: "How do you contact me?"

Hua Yan tremblingly said: "I have his communication number, and it was he who contacted me on his own initiative."

Tan Xu nodded, "Call him."

Hua Yan shook his head: "It's useless, he can contact me, but I can't contact him."

Tan Xu understood, he came prepared and did it so carefully, what kind of hatred does that person have with the original owner?

Tan Xu memorized the communication number and turned to leave, but Hua Yan held him tightly, crying bitterly.

"You promise me, don't tell the Great Star Master."

Tan Xu sneered, "Your name is not worthy for him to know."