Tsinghua University

After the monthly exam, the sports meeting was put on the agenda.An Ming handed over the design of the class card to Jiang Fusheng, which gave him some "privileges" during the lunch break. He no longer had to lie down on the table and pretend to be asleep, and he could communicate with his classmates in a low voice.

Although the main person he communicated with was Shen Tinglan.

At noon this day, they sat in the back of the classroom.Shen Tinglan helped Jiang Fusheng cut the colored paper needed to decorate the class card, Jiang Fusheng took a pencil and made a simple shape: "Brother Lan, let me teach you how to draw."

"Okay." Shen Tinglan put down the scissors in his hand and looked at him.

Jiang Fusheng took a piece of draft paper and drew a cross on it: "The horizontal line is the horizon line, the vertical line is called the visual center line, and the point where they meet is called the vanishing point." He then drew a small cube, "The lines extending from the object must meet at this vanishing point just right, and the perspective drawn is correct.

"Our world is made up of points, lines, and planes. If you imagine the classroom as a picture, we are all the scenery in the picture. Several invisible lines extend from us and meet at the same center. We seem to exist. The distance, in fact, has already merged. On a larger scale, we are actually the scenery of the world, mountains and rivers, flowers and plants, and everything belongs to us."

Shen Tinglan looked at the small cube on the paper carefully, and then at Jiang Fusheng: "Tsk, what you said is quite emotional."

"Hey, painting is always a very emotional thing. My eyes see the warm colors, and I record them on paper. After ten or twenty years, I take it out again, and I can still see its former appearance. It looks like a friend I haven't seen for a long time, came to say hello to me."

Shen Tinglan stared at the pattern drawn by Jiang Fusheng on the class card, and there were many question marks in his mind: "Is this the reason why you drew Peppa Pig and Susie the Lamb on the class card?"

"Vulgar is elegant, and elegant is vulgar." Jiang Fu sounded like to cover up his embarrassment, coughed lightly, and said seriously, "Who is Piggy Page? She is a social person, which means that we are a member of Class [-]. All of them are not easy to mess with. Sheep Susie is her friend, which reflects the society’s emphasis on friendship. Friendship comes first, competition comes second, and this is what I, a design master, want to express.”

Shen Tinglan didn't know how to answer the words for a while, he smiled, lowered his head and clapped his hands, and praised in a tone of praise: "Master, master."

"Awful praise, absurd praise." Jiang Fusheng picked up Shanhaiguan who was lying beside him and took a sip, "Seriously, don't you consider applying for a project? Zhang Ning even applied for the relay."

Zhang Ning is an ordinary student in Class [-]. He doesn't like to talk, has average grades, average family background, and average looks.

This time he signed up for the sports meeting, which exceeded many people's expectations.

"Then I should cheer for you." Shen Tinglan took the draft paper with the small cube drawn from Jiang Fusheng's hand, found a book as a pad, and drew a small cube like a gourd.

"It's not like this." Jiang Fusheng stood up from the ground, moved to Shen Tinglan's side, bent down and directly held Shen Tinglan's right hand, and led him to modify the small cube, "The eye level is here side, your line needs to go down, neither side is symmetrical."

The pencil in Shen Tinglan's hand followed Jiang Fusheng, and after two strokes, the shape of the small cube immediately became regular.

"Do you think I'm particularly good?" Jiang Fusheng let go of Shen Tinglan's hand, and began to draw his piggy Peppa and lamb Susie.

"A little bit, but I think I can do it too." Shen Tinglan still had a little warmth from Jiang Fusheng on the back of Shen Tinglan's hand. He subconsciously rubbed the back of his hand, picked up the pencil, drew another small cube, and held it up for him to see, "Yes Isn't there any progress?"

Jiang Fusheng had a smile on his lips: "Yes, yes, yes."

"You didn't even watch it, are you a fart?"

"I don't need to look to know." Jiang Fusheng made the gesture that is often seen in international news, "No one understands you better than me."

"Boss is in command." Shen Tinglan put the draft paper away, and drew several small cubes on it, and didn't stop until he was satisfied.

The first period in the afternoon is physical education. I don't know if it is because of the sports meeting. The physical education teacher is much healthier, and the math teacher is no longer "substitute".

No. [-] Middle School has no strict requirements for the opening ceremony of the sports meeting, and it doesn't matter if a group of people walk around in disorder.But for the sake of beauty, each class will still arrange some simple formations.

But after walking two or three times, you can move freely.

There was an open-air basketball court on the playground, which was quickly filled by boys from Class [-].

Shen Tinglan thought Jiang Xusheng was good at basketball, so after playing for a while, he slipped to the canteen next to the teaching building.As the saying goes, "the one who is close to the ink is black". He has been with Jiang Fusheng for so long, and at some point he has developed the habit of going to the canteen to eat wild food when he has nothing to do.

Seeing Shen Tinglan, Uncle Wang, the owner of the canteen, opened his mouth and asked first, "Where's Xiao Jiang? Didn't he come with you?"

"No, physical education class, he is playing basketball."

"He came over this morning and asked me to warm up two bags of milk for him." Uncle Wang turned and took down the two bags of "Haihe brand" cocoa milk left on the radiator, "Why don't you give it to him, I'm afraid he might forget , he forgot that piece of bread last time.”

"Okay." Shen Tinglan chose two bottles of cold mineral water. After paying, he took two packs of warm cocoa milk and trotted back to the playground.

Before we got to the basketball court, there was a lot of noise from a distance, and it seemed that something happened over there.He panicked for no reason, held water in both hands, put warm cocoa milk into his school uniform, and hurried over.

Shen Tinglan squeezed into the crowd and saw Jiang Fusheng sitting on the ground with his right trousers rolled up and his shoes off, exposing his red and swollen ankle.

His expression was not very good, he frowned, looked up at the sky, and exhaled slowly.

"how did you make it?"

Seeing him coming, Jiang Fusheng smiled, "Just now when I was playing ball, I stepped on Lao Ba and sprained my ankle."

It is not uncommon to have a sprained ankle while playing basketball, but it is rare for someone like Jiang Fusheng to sprain his ankle.Massage and hot compresses are absolutely not allowed at this time, and cold water must be used.Shen Tinglan felt like Conan, accidents happened wherever he went.

He put the cocoa milk aside, without thinking about it, immediately took off his school uniform, unscrewed two bottles of cold water and poured it on his sleeves.

The crowd shouted: "Hey, Brother Lan! Old Hei has gone to get a cold towel......"

But it was too late, Shen Tinglan's school uniform sleeves were already wet.He knelt down and wrapped Jiang Fusheng's ankles with his wet school uniform sleeves, and muttered, "You're worthless, old man is fine, you fall down first."

Jiang Fusheng looked at Shen Tinglan's school uniform without blinking his eyes, and wanted to say something, but changed his words: "Why is Lao Ba okay? He is busy, his feet hurt, and he howled loudly, like killing a pig , you didn't hear."

"Don't say a few words," Shen Tinglan was afraid that he would be in pain, and wanted him to concentrate on resting, "You really live up to your name, you should call it a complaint, and you can talk endlessly."

Someone in the crowd laughed two or three times.

"What are you laughing at, my name has a meaning..." Jiang Fusheng said halfway, Shen Tinglan tied the sleeves of her school uniform in a knot, turned her back to Jiang Fusheng, "Come on, Carry you to the infirmary."

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