Continuously

In February, Yao An's internship period ended, and he officially joined the studio as a half-way monk assistant to a rehabilitation teacher.

The brother who took him was called Pang Sheng. On behalf of the organization, he said straight to the point that he was not interested in his ability but his affinity, and asked him to continue to be handsome while honing his skills.

At that time, Yao An sat on a beautiful green Swiss ball in a very disfigured manner, simulating a correction of the forward tilt of the pelvis, before and after.

"Did you hear that, handsome?" Pang Sheng was sitting on the physiotherapy bed opposite him, carrying a candy-powdered dumbbell jug, "Especially for female friends, show off your charm."

It's Monday afternoon, the traffic is the least, and those with higher positions have meetings in the upstairs cubicle. Those who go to the grassroots level often take advantage of this time to take advantage of the equipment to keep fit.

Yao An stopped the unsightly physiotherapy movements and picked up the Swiss ball: "But I have a partner, isn't this considered consumption fraud?"

His love is an uninvited secret, apart from his identity, there is no need to hide it.People who have been in contact with people for a long time, such as Pang Sheng, although they never know the name of the other party, they can see his phone calls at a fixed time period, the night show that he always refuses, and his WeChat profile picture - a clumsy pangolin sticking out of the frame and looking to the left , as if looking at another pangolin forever.

In short, all kinds of phenomena showed that he was thinking of such a person.

After all, liking is a self-inflicted trick.

"This is to keep the suspense, how can it be considered a fraud." Pang Sheng didn't care.

"No." Yao An stuffed the ball into the corner and kicked it, "He doesn't like it."

Pang Sheng looked at her and said, "Your real wife is strict."

Yao An nodded, and said proudly, "I'm so virtuous."

Pang Sheng sent him a rolling stare like an old dog, Yao An kindly accepted it, moved his wrist, and slowly pulled up the tension rope.

"The relationship between you two is quite stable. Are you going to tell your family?" Pang Sheng got off the physiotherapy bed and carried a 31-pound jug, ready to do push-ups on the ground.

He was really in the mood of chatting, whoever thought about it hit Yao An's pain point, his hand was unstable, and the rope handle hit his knee in a single stroke, the meniscus was almost destroyed.

"Damn it, don't do it." Pang Sheng shouted before him, "I'm going to take over for another week."

"Do you have a heart?" Yao An hugged his knees with a distorted expression, and sat down on the ground, hissing in pain.

Just at this moment, he could still be distracted thinking about the half-truth and half-fake question she asked when he was on the phone with his grandma yesterday when he would bring a girlfriend home.

But he just thought that today is Yao Jianqi's last and most important art exam, and it should be over by now.

Yao Jianqi had already checked the message before the notification sound came out.

The content was spread out, and the similarity was obvious at a glance. He deleted it skillfully with a deadpan expression on his face.

Chen Zhe ran over with a bucket of paint in the crowd, scattered water stains were thrown in the air, reflecting the cloudy light of the cloudy sky.

"You and Liu Miaobing are in the same examination room?" Chen Zhe said, "I just saw her walk by, but she didn't respond to her greeting."

"En." Yao Jianqi responded.

"How are you doing?" Chen Zhe immediately forgot about others, very excited, his hair turned upside down by the wind.

Yao Jianqi put the phone into the pocket of the sweater, and wiped the inner fabric with his thumb calmly: "What about you?"

"Oh, that's it. Anyway, it's not my main school. I came here purely because of faith." Chen Zhe waved his hand holding the paint bucket, and said nonchalantly.

Yao Jianqi smiled, and glanced casually when he withdrew his hand, there was a very thin and neat color mark.

"What's going on with you?" Chen Zhe didn't forget the first thing, "Surely it's all right? You are the main focus on the style here. The teacher said that this year will definitely bring out the first one, and it must be you. !"

Chen Zhe twittered like a little fan, forcing Yao Jianqi to respond: "Don't worry."

He added another sentence: "Even if this doesn't work, there are still two chances left."

Yao Jianqi applied for a total of three colleges, and the other two have already passed the exams, originally for the safety of dispensable.

"That won't work, this is the best..." Chen Zhe retorted eagerly, and stopped halfway through the refutation.

He looked at the paint bucket he had washed clean, and at the hem of Yao Jianqi's gray sweater, and he was sure he didn't do it.

"Why do you have paint here?" He pointed.

Yao Jianqi lowered his head after hearing this, he seemed surprised, and rolled the hem inward: "I accidentally splashed it."

The stain of paint was mixed, like waste water in a bucket, Chen Zhe was a little puzzled: "How did you do it?"

"Occasionally." Yao Jianqi soothed his doubts with a smile, fastened the zipper of his padded jacket, and stared at Shuofang's blunt knife-like wind in front of him.

"Are you cold?" Chen Zhe rubbed his bare neck, feeling that his complexion was not very good.

"It's okay, the room is too stuffy." Yao Jianqi said.

"you......"

"Chen Zhe." Yao Jianqi bit his voice off.

"What's wrong?" Chen Zhe asked hurriedly.

Yao Jianqi looked at him, his cheeks moved, and just when Chen Zhe thought he was about to confide something, the other party shook his head again: "I want to go to the toilet, you should go first, don't let the studio's car It's been a long time."

Before Chen Zhe could ask any more question marks, Yao Jianqi had already picked up the paint box at his feet and walked forward.

Most of the candidates had already left the arena, fanning from all directions to the narrow gate, Yao Jianqi walked in the opposite direction like a stray comma.

He could feel the Band-Aid covering the chilblains being moistened by the released moisture, dripping down the base of his fingers.

If Chen Zhe had come earlier, he would have met a boy.

He was being forced out of the examination room by the invigilator, swearing and laughing, the paint stuck to his face was like half an exaggerated mask, thanks to someone else, the color further polluted his scalp, making him look very embarrassed.

At this moment, the perpetrator walked into the pale light of the bathroom, and under the scrutiny of the mirror, he poured out a piece of crumpled paper from his curled hands.

The man's bust on the roll surface was licked by a pool of sewage, and the whole warm tone turned into something similar to mud, as if it was covered with the dirtiest rain.

It is the color he painted until the last minute before the end of the exam.

Yao Jianqi tore the man's face apart and crushed it, waiting for him to rush into the sewer.