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Early the next morning, the alarm clock jingled.

Cheng Fei rubbed his stomach and woke up painfully. Apart from the occasional slight tingling pain, his hands and feet were also cold, which formed a strong contrast with the warm bed. This feeling made him feel very strange. If he didn't know the protagonist Even in good health, he would think that he was wearing it on a sick person.

You can't be late for class on the first day, Cheng Fei changed her clothes and walked out of the room as quickly as possible.It was very quiet in the dormitory, and there was no movement from Shao Tingfeng's side.

Could it be that he stayed up late last night watching the live broadcast and couldn't wake up?

Cheng Fei was about to knock on his door when the door of the dormitory opened. The well-dressed Shao Tingfeng came back from the outside with two bags in his hand. When he looked closely, it turned out to be half a bag of cat food and a pile of canned cat food.

Cheng Fei asked in surprise, "Did you go out early in the morning to feed the cat?"

The brief encounter last night did not close the distance between the two of them. Shao Tingfeng still didn't respond to him. He silently put the things in his hand on the ground at random, and then sat at the dining table consciously. His eyes shifted to the kitchen openly. Demonstrates his needs at the moment.

He seemed to be learning from the pitfalls to warn in advance that Cheng Fei might ignore his "hint". The next second, his flat stomach let out a short "grunt", which was so clear that it was hard to ignore.

Cheng Fei, who was about to use instant bread casually, said, "...what do you want to eat?"

Shao Ting calmly said: "It doesn't need to be rich, just like last night."

Cheng Fei: ...Your uncle!Are you still polite?

He even suspected that this roommate possessed supernatural powers and could manipulate his stomach, otherwise how could he be making such a sound?

Although he slandered for a while, Cheng Fei still opened his sleepy eyes and obediently prepared breakfast for the two of them.Time and materials are limited, so I can't make complicated recipes, so I made two flavors of wood bran cups with Oreo, seaweed biscuits, condensed milk, and whipped cream.

Shao Tingfeng sat lazily on the chair, banging his head on the dining table.The bangs on his forehead are raised a little, probably because he didn't sleep well, the long and narrow eyes, which are not thick eyebrows and big eyes, are only half opened, looking like "(--)" on the emoji, and like a lazy Yangyang is a big cat waiting to be fed.

When Cheng Fei brought out the wooden bran cup, his eyes widened instantly, and the long and narrow red phoenix eyes became round and bright, and the depression just now was swept away.

He couldn't hold back any of it, and blurted out: "The cat food is here!"

Shao Tingfeng, who was feeding himself with a wooden chaff cup with a small spoon:? ? ?

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After they had finished their breakfast, it was almost time for class, Cheng Fei didn't recognize the classroom, so naturally he walked with his roommates.Shao Tingfeng has tall legs and long legs, but he walks slowly. When he meets a stray cat on campus, he has to squat down and rua a few times. If he hadn't collapsed and urged him several times, he probably planned to squeeze enough before leaving.

When the two rushed to the classroom, there were already more than a dozen students sitting in the class.

The art classroom is always messy, with drawing boards, easels and still life tables scattered here and there, mottled old paints and shiny pencil dust scattered on the floor, the only neat thing in the whole classroom is probably when they appeared at the door, that They looked at each other together.

Several students greeted Shao Tingfeng. Shao Tingfeng was no different to his old classmates than he was to Cheng Fei. He implemented the policy of "cherish words like gold" without discrimination, and sat in his chair without saying a word.Everyone was obviously accustomed to his lack of response, and did not continue to chat with him.

Cheng Fei thought for a while, and said: "Hello everyone, I am a new transfer student, Cheng Fei."

The classroom was immediately quiet, and the students exchanged vigilant and restrained glances with each other.Of course they knew that there were new students coming to the class, but last night the whole class received a strange notice, not only asking them not to lend dormitories to the new students, but the counselor even hinted that the new students were ignorant and useless, Forbid them to get too close to him.

I thought the transfer student was a bully-like character, but I didn't expect the boy in front of me to be thin and slender. Although his appearance was eye-catching and even stunning, his demeanor was very calm and generous, full of affinity, and he was not a bad student no matter what.

But the counselor's "teaching" still reverberated in their minds. For a while, everyone didn't dare to pay attention. They turned their faces or lowered their heads, pretending to be busy with their own affairs.

The scene was slightly embarrassing, but fortunately the teacher came in at this time and broke the weird atmosphere.Four female teachers in their fifties had solemn expressions. After looking around, a pair of shrewd eyes stayed in Cheng Fei's direction for a few seconds.I don't know if it was his illusion, but the other party's eyes seemed to have a hint of malice.

"Class." She said coldly.

This is the first section of human body sketching in the illustration class. After explaining the basic structure of Berryman's human body for half an hour, two middle-aged male models with strong bodies walked in.According to the teacher's instructions, the two took off all their clothes, and the natural light was projected on their bodies, and the muscle tissue was clearly lumpy.

The young students showed the professionalism of art students. Although everyone was very excited, there was not even a trace of lewdness in their eyes.To them, the naked man on the still life stage is just a special-looking apple. When painting, they don't care about the gender of the apple. They only see the lines between light and dark.

Cheng Fei didn't know about the course last night before going to bed. He didn't have any painting tools in hand at this time, and was about to explain to the female teacher.

The female teacher was the first to attack him, pointing her long fingertips at him: "Hey! What's the matter with you? Where are the painting utensils!"

Cheng Fei replied neither humble nor overbearing: "I'm sorry, teacher, I just entered school yesterday and haven't had time to prepare painting supplies. Can I ask half a class to buy them?"

It is common for art students to be in short supply of painting materials, and art colleges are often equipped with related stationery stores to facilitate students' supplies.Under normal circumstances, as long as you report to the teacher, it is no problem to buy some painting materials nearby during the recess class.

Unexpectedly, the female teacher was very unreasonable, and directly scolded her head and face: "I don't have any painting utensils, so why go to school! Since you can take a few years off from school, you might as well go home and stay there. Our school diploma is not so easy to mess with! "

Her voice was very sharp, and everyone in the classroom looked over, their eyes were a bit dazed, and they probably didn't know why the teacher suddenly made an attack.

"Go to school if you want to go to school, leave early if you want to leave early? Do you think my class is shopping?" The female teacher was aggressive and didn't tell him at all, "Either go to class like this, or go home!"

Cheng Fei frowned slightly, roughly guessing that she must have been "taken care of".Qin Shenlun is worthy of being the man in the novel who will cover the sky with one hand in the future, it seems that he is determined to make life difficult for him on campus.

But he wasn't unprepared either.

Cheng Fei casually picked up the waste paper that was scattered by someone on the ground, took a step towards the wall, and flattened it, and picked up the charcoal strips on the ground with the other hand, and twirled them a few times with his fingertips.Smiled lightly: "In that case, these are my painting tools."

Not to mention the female teacher, even the others were shocked.

"You..." The teacher was dumbfounded, choked in his throat, and suddenly didn't know what excuse to reprimand him.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak, when an easel suddenly flew across and nearly brushed her arm.The easel rubbed against the ground, unbiased, and it just stopped beside Cheng Fei.

Shao Tingfeng's calm voice sounded coldly: "I'll borrow it from him."

Everyone turned their heads, Shao Tingfeng could barely retract his slender feet, and said with a wooden face, "Can we start painting?"

His eyelids drooped lazily, as if he hadn't woken up, but just a few words made the whole classroom quiet, and there was an inexplicable tension in the air.

After a while, the teacher stammered: "Since Xiao Shao lent it to you, then you can draw."

She looked at Shao Tingfeng with an expression of apprehension.

But facing the other students, she became angry again: "What are you looking at! The manuscript will be finished this afternoon, why don't you hurry up and draw!"

There were sparse sounds of painting in the classroom.The students hunched their shoulders like quails, but couldn't help but peek at her deflated expression.They probably knew a little about Shao Tingfeng's background, but they had never seen a teacher cowardice towards a student.

The female teacher probably felt that her face was dull, so she gritted her teeth and found an excuse to go out. If there were no accidents, she would not come back until the afternoon when she collected her homework.

As soon as she left, Cheng Fei quietly moved to the position next to Shao Tingfeng, and whispered, "Thank you."

The sudden approach made Shao Tingfeng froze, and moved slightly to the side.

Fortunately, Cheng Fei didn't intend to have more excessive physical contact with him, and after thanking him, he picked up the charcoal strip and prepared to shape it.Unexpectedly, in the next second, Shao Tingfeng casually threw two boxes of pens over: "Thank you, I cut it."

Cheng Fei opened it and saw that there were 24 sticks of 2B and 24 sticks of 8B, for a total of 48 sticks.

"...Are you sure it's all of them?"

Shao Tingfeng stopped talking again, and started to paint without squinting.

"Then, can I borrow one if I cut it?"

His response was a slow "hmm" from his roommate.

The corner of Cheng Fei's mouth curled, and he picked up a utility knife from his toolbox.I haven't sharpened a pen since I graduated. My hands became rusty for a while, and the sharpening was slow and costly, and the tip of the pen was broken several times.

The students glanced over from time to time, curious about the transfer student, but none of them dared to come up and talk to him.

At the end of class in the morning, Cheng Fei barely finished sharpening the damn 48 pens. Taking advantage of the 2 minutes before the end of class, he brushed a few lines on the drawing paper. The lines were scribbled and crude, and nothing could be seen shape.The sketches of other people are already semi-finished products, and some of them are even very good. Compared with them, Cheng Fei's few lines are just ghosts.

Shao Tingfeng stood behind him at some point, watched silently as he finished drafting the strokes, and quietly asked, "What's for lunch?"

Cheng Fei sharpened his pen until his head was covered with sweat, and he glanced back at him: "Dining hall."

Shao Tingfeng reminded unwillingly: "When you entered the door yesterday, you said..."

Cheng Fei: "Please do me a favor, the lunch break is only one hour."

"When you enter the door, say..."

"It's too late."

"Enter the door..."

"To shut up!"

Shao Tingfeng showed a disappointed expression, as if he was a big pig who broke his oath.

The perfidious scumbag Cheng Fei didn't soften his heart, and led his roommates to the dining hall.Fortunately, the original owner still had hundreds of food expenses in his meal card, so he invited his dormmates to have lunch in the light of the original owner.The taste of the private canteen was not bad, but Shao Tingfeng took a few mouthfuls without interest, chewing with puffy cheeks, and didn't swallow it for a long time.

During this period, his phone rang, and Shao Tingfeng lazily took out his phone, seeing that it was an unfamiliar number and didn't answer it for a while.He doesn't like to be interrupted, even if it's not a good lunch.

"Why didn't you answer?" Cheng Fei was puzzled, "If you don't answer, just hang up, it's very noisy."

Only then did Shao Tingfeng press the answer button slowly, put it on his cheek, and said "Hello" vaguely.

I don't know what the other person said, Shao Tingfeng stopped chewing and chewing, and when Cheng Fei lowered his head to eat, he seemed to glance at him inadvertently, then looked away, but his brows frowned slightly .

After not hearing a few words, Shao Tingfeng's expressionless face turned cold, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in Shao Tingfeng's eyes, without explaining to Cheng Fei, he walked out of the dining hall with his phone in his hand.

Cheng Fei thought that he was just going to answer the phone, but after finishing his meal, he waited another 10 minutes and still didn't see him coming back, so he packed up the rest of his meal and went back to the studio by himself.

He originally planned to use his memory to write down the model silently during his lunch break, but when he entered the classroom, he suddenly found that his drawing paper had disappeared!

The drawing board easel is still in its original position, but the drawing paper on it has been torn off, leaving only the four corners of the drawing board stuck.

The door of the studio is not locked at noon, and anyone can come in and out, which means that anyone has the opportunity to tamper with.Cheng Fei could feel that his classmates were repelling him, but the family who had no grievances or enemies would not repel him enough to tear up his few drafts. The only possibility was that Qin Shenlun reached out to the teaching building.

He really underestimated the shamelessness of Slag Gong, he never expected that the other party could still engage in such low-level tricks.

However, Cheng Fei didn't pay much attention to this trivial skill.

He borrowed another piece of paper from Shao Tingfeng and re-mounted it on the drawing board.Taking advantage of the 10 minutes left for the lunch break, I drastically painted the entire screen in gray and black.

After class in the afternoon, Shao Tingfeng still didn't show up. The other students returned to the classroom in twos and threes. When they saw the shiny black drawing paper, they were stunned for a while, and then they couldn't help laughing: "Hand in blank papers in the morning, and black papers in the afternoon." ?”

Cheng Fei didn't explain, and sat calmly on the chair.

Although the students were very puzzled, they were embarrassed to keep watching, and returned to their respective positions after the models were in place.They have only studied painting for a few years, and what they have learned is the most basic and traditional drafting method. They have never seen such an alternative drafting method among their peers.

Cheng Fei was inconspicuous in the corner, and it didn't take long for everyone to forget about his black manuscript.

The sound of brushing and painting can be heard again in the studio.

Cheng Fei's progress was severely lagging behind the others, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to start painting at all. Instead, he leisurely observed the model with his fists folded.As the saying goes, seven points draw three points to see, how to see is also a science, if you can see correctly, you can draw finely, if you can't see correctly, no amount of lines will be in vain.

But in the eyes of other students, his leisurely look is simply a rumor that he is sitting on the ground, and now he is even less interested in paying attention to him.

Cheng Fei cut the eraser into several sharp corners, rubbed it on the gray-black drawing paper, and wiped out seemingly ordinary straight lines.At first it looked like a few random strokes, but as he gradually deepened, a rough man's figure appeared vividly on the paper.

If a professional is watching, you will find that this extremely rough shape is actually not simple at all. Cheng Fei used a rubber to write, and every line that was erased perfectly followed the model's muscles and bones. , Flowing clouds and flowing water are even like silhouettes of models on dark drawing paper, vigorous and powerful, but yet relaxed.It is obviously a sketch, but it has the skill of freehand ink painting, and its skill is quite deep.

10 minutes later, during the recess, the students observed each other, and of course Cheng Fei was not the object of their observation.

Until the unidentified model was wearing a blanket, walked to Cheng Fei's painting, and said sillyly: "Student, you are not from this grade, right? Why do you draw differently from others?"

The uncle model had a loud voice, and his undisguised shock attracted the attention of others.

The students roared with laughter, and someone couldn't help shouting: "Uncle, he's new here! It's normal if he can't keep up with the progress, don't be angry if you are drawn as ET, uncle is handsome!"

The uncle model was taken aback, looked at other people's drawing boards, then at Cheng Fei's drawing boards, and said confusedly: "Isn't this called a good one? This drawing is better than your brothers."

Laughing students: "...Huh???"

Everyone stopped laughing and ran over to watch. The next moment, there was a gasp in the classroom: "Damn it!!?"

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outside the classroom.

Shao Tingfeng leaned against a tree.The shadow was cast on his face, and no expression could be seen.There are a few stray cats with clean hair and full of fat at his feet. They seem to be familiar with him. They lie on his feet without the slightest suspicion, collapsed into a blanket, and their belly is upward: "Meow~"

Shao Tingfeng squatted down, rubbed his hands casually, his eyes drifted to the distance, as if he was waiting for something.

It wasn't until the phone in his pocket rang that he looked back and pressed the connect button.

A deep and cold male voice came from the opposite side: "Young master of the Shao family, Shao Tingfeng, right?"

Shao Tingfeng tossed up the cat fur he picked up: "I don't buy insurance, and I don't take out loans."

"Borrow you X! This young master is Qin Shenlun of the Qin Group! I have cooperated with your Shao family for nearly ten years, and I am not selling insurance!"

The man on the opposite side yelled hoarsely, obviously on the verge of going berserk.

At noon, the assistant had already called to negotiate, but Shao Tingfeng refused to enter, so Qin Shenlun had no choice but to do it himself.