Tsinghua University

After Jiang Huaiyang finished speaking, he found Shen Tinglan's sharpened pencil again, and smiled: "I'm balanced. Dude, we're at the same level, what class are you in?"

"Class Eleven." Shen Tinglan didn't care about Jiang Huaiyang's words, he felt that he should introduce "Yang Dalou" to this classmate, and the two of them should have a good chat in some aspects.

Jiang Huaiyang simply turned around and said, "Why do you come to learn art? I am not good at studying, I can't sing, I can't dance, and I am not good at sports. Our head teacher said, Huaiyang, why don't you try art? Maybe later Can become a domestic Picasso."

"Picasso..." Jiang Xu laughed, "Good brother, Gou Fugui, don't forget each other."

Jiang Huaiyang's words reminded Shen Tinglan of himself half a month ago, who almost did a split in the office.He couldn't help but said, "I'm almost like you, I can't even sing or dance."

Jiang Huaiyang asked again: "Have you studied art before?"

Shen Tinglan pointed to Jiang Fusheng: "I haven't, he has learned it."

Jiang Huaiyang's eyes lit up: "Hey! I sharpened my pencil like this, and I thought I had no talent. It turned out that it wasn't us being clumsy, but that the opponent had already won at the starting line. I was balanced."

You're clumsy yourself, don't take me with you.

Shen Tinglan said silently, and took out a 2H pencil from the pencil case to sharpen it. 2H pencils are the hardest. When sharpening for the first time, you need to use a little force on your hands. Keeping the same posture for a long time made his fingers sore a lot.

"Let me help you." Jiang Fusheng reached out his hand naturally, grabbed an unsharpened pencil from Shen Tinglan's pencil case and put it on the table.

"Brother, help me too. Two, just two."

"Okay." Jiang Fusheng didn't refuse. He has been sharpening pencils for more than ten years. This is not a difficult thing for him, and it is not a bad thing to have many friends.

Shen Tinglan was a little embarrassed, and wanted to take back what belonged to him.Jiang Fusheng seemed to see through his thoughts, shook his head and smiled, "Don't be polite to me, I celebrate my birthday the day after tomorrow. If you really want to thank me, prepare a big gift for me."

The day after tomorrow, April [-]th.

Shen Tinglan felt that this day was a coincidence, he and Jiang Fusheng were in the same year and the same month, and their birthdays were only ten days apart.

He deeply felt that this was a predestined fate, that he and Jiang Fusheng should have been together.

Grandma said that people must learn to be satisfied.

Shen Tinglan often remembered this sentence, but he was not satisfied.

In his subconscious, love should be equal and should not be too attached to the other half.In the countryside, small vines that grow on big trees are often torn off and thrown on the ground, and they don't live long.

He knew very well in his heart how much pressure he would face in the future.Jiang Fusheng's family conditions are good, and he is an only child. 80.00% of his family may not agree with them being together.If you really want to make trouble to that extent, you must first ensure your material life, and ensure that they can live like ordinary people in the 60 or even 70 years after they are together.

Shen Tinglan's academic performance is not good, so instead of taking "shortcuts", she can only take a junior college exam.This is obviously not possible, he cannot be too far behind Jiang Fusheng.When two people are together, having a common language is the most important thing.If the level of knowledge is not at the same level, how many years can this special relationship survive?

He doesn't want to be a tiny vine, he is greedy and wants more.

Whether material or emotional.

Probably due to the influence of Shen Qingyi, Shen Tinglan always thinks far ahead in her future life and is extra cautious.

"Okay, I'll give you a big gift on that day." Shen Tinglan rubbed his fingers twice, grabbed the pencil left in Jiang Fusheng's pencil case, and slowly sharpened it, "You sharpen it for me, and I'll give it to you." Don’t worry, although Master Shen’s works have flaws, they can still be used.”

Life needs a little flair.

Jiang Huaiyang looked at Jiang Susheng, then at Shen Tinglan.He frowned, feeling that there was something wrong with the two people, whether they spoke or made eye contact.However, what is wrong, I can't figure it out.

He thought that people who are engaged in art have some weird tempers and personalities. Maybe the two have similar tastes.

But two or three seconds later, Jiang Huaiyang had a new question.Those who study fine arts love to pursue individuality, why don't they have individuality?

He hesitated for a while and asked, "Do you two see my personality?"

Shen Tinglan couldn't figure out what was in this man's mind at all, so he said perfunctorily, "Personality, the motherland needs Picasso."

"Hey, it's good." Jiang Huaiyang stroked his hair back, "I think those art masters like to wear pigtails, and I will do one after I leave school."

"Pigtails..." Jiang Fusheng thought of something and laughed instantly.

"What's so funny?" Shen Tinglan pouted, "You don't even have a name."

Jiang Fusheng laughed even harder: "Do you still remember what the Mediterranean said about us? One has pigtails, the other has no name..." At this point, he blinked at Shen Tinglan.

Thousands of words seem to be fused into this tiny action.

Jiang Huaiyang once again raised his hand to stroke his hair, thinking that his personality was still too inconspicuous.

There is no need to do papers, and the time of the two classes in the afternoon is like being wound up, passing by quickly.The willow branches grow young leaves in the setting sun, and from a distance, they seem to be a big cloud of emerald green smoke.

There is a new one in the cafeteria today. Youdao's staple food is called "snail noodles".

Shen Tinglan went to buy a bowl to taste, it was unexpectedly good.The soup is rich, the sour bamboo shoots are crispy, and the day lily and capers are enough.The rice noodles are tough and chewy with a fresh, spicy and salty aroma.

Jiang Fusheng didn't like it very much. He sat on the edge of the chair with the bowl on the edge of the table, as if eating on a wire rope. He wished he could find a clip to clamp his nose up.

Shen Tinglan slightly pushed the snail noodles towards him: "It's really delicious, do you want to try it?"

"No," Jiang Fusheng refused, "I have never liked to eat such strong flavors, such as durian candy, stinky tofu, snail noodles..."

"Oh." Shen Tinglan sighed regretfully, "Then you really lost a lot of fun."

"I haven't lost the fun, you tasted it for me."

"I'm wondering, you are so good at talking, but are you using your feet for those five mentally handicapped trumpets?"

"No. I have a stupid mouth, and I only have a flash of inspiration when I praise you. Although the five trumpets are all me, I can only use one trumpet to concentrate on complimenting you."

"Great..." Shen Tinglan originally wanted to say something "slick", but Jiang Fusheng's serious tone made him unable to speak, so he lowered his head and ate seriously.

When they returned to the classroom, they saw the rearranged seating chart drawn on the blackboard.I heard that the headmaster went to other places for inspection a few days ago, planning to promote quality education, but he "stealed" a few tricks from some school.

This includes class seating. Instead of following the conventional way of "sit in a row facing the blackboard", all students are divided into three grades of "ABC" according to the latest test scores.Divide into groups according to grades, two good students, two middle students, two poor students, six people sit face to face.

If you encounter problems, discuss them in the group, and report to the teacher if you can't solve them, and then explain them in a unified way.

Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan were instantly amused. This way of arranging seats is equivalent to their release after serving their sentences.