Everyone started to love me after wearing the book

The studio on the third floor.

Ye Lingwei learned very quickly, almost without learning. He stayed in the studio for two or three days, followed by a few lessons, and he knew how to write, define, and match colors without thinking.

Every time Ye Lingwei completes her homework, she will be amazed by Xun You's talent and skills, and also surprised that she still has such aura.

Reiki is what the teacher said. Ye Lingwei doesn't have much theoretical knowledge about it now, and he doesn't know what works with aura are like, but he will be amazed every time.

For this reason, the students in this class like to get together with Ye Lingwei.

One is that he wants to learn skills from Ye Lingwei, and the other is that Ye Lingwei has good-looking paintings, good-looking hands, and good-looking people. After being stained with paint, it looks like a white rose with broken oil paint, which is another kind of good-looking with a particularly strong impact.

"Wow, I must have run away with the entrance exam this time. I'd better prepare for the national entrance exam with peace of mind." Some students complained while leaning back on their chairs, rubbing their sore necks.

Ye Lingwei is concentrating on painting his own painting. On his drawing board is a forest. The forest has been shrunk. The main character is a white deer. The two huge antlers stand on the top of the white deer like coral. The whole body of the white deer is snow-white. It is layered, not a monotonous white.

The eyes of the white deer look out of the painting, and it seems that there are thousands of words to say. The sad eyes are shocking. As long as you think about it, you can appreciate various meanings from its eyes. .

You can say that it is sad because it lost its home; you can also say that it regrets that its spouse was killed by a cruel hunter. A carnivorous white deer.

"Hey Ye Lingwei, let me ask you, your cultural class is so good, you are the first in the grade!" The boy moved the chair and sat next to Ye Lingwei, and said with emotion, "If you study art, don't you feel it is a pity?"

"With a score of 740 or so, you can choose any university in the country, and there is no problem going abroad. If you are like this, come to us, do you not regret it?"

Ye Lingwei glanced at him, "When did I say that I was going to give up the culture class?"

"Then you..." Xu Jia didn't quite understand, "Why did you take the entrance exam?"

"Hobby," Ye Lingwei signed monster in the lower right corner of the drawing paper, which is his temporary pseudonym, "Can't one mind and two things work?"

Xu Jia was stunned for a long time, and finally grabbed her hair and howled, "Why? We are all human, and your hobbies are better than mine? I'm dead!"

Ye Lingwei didn't think about what he would do in the future, but he definitely wouldn't devote all his energy to art. It's really a hobby, satisfying himself, and also taking Xun You's share.

"But you spend so much time in the studio, what are you going to do with the final exam?" This time it was a girl who was talking, and as she said, she glanced at Xu Jia's white paint and swung the brush in her hand, ready to "borrow some." ".

"My friends prepared review materials for me."

"Is it Feilan?"

"more than."

The girl covered her mouth, "Sometimes, even if you cover your mouth, envy will come out of your eyes."

Xu Jia, "..."

Their cultural class is not a bit worse than Ye Lingwei's. The teacher also hinted to them that if you are in class with Ye Lingwei, you should learn to be smarter and smarter. If you don't understand, you should hurry up and ask at this time.

The first-grade learning method is not a joke.

They didn't have any contact with Ye Lingwei at ordinary times, and they only had a little impression of him being bullied before. After all, they were separated by a floor, and the next time they saw him was at the last sports meeting.

Ye Lingwei is the host, standing on top, with a light voice and a comfortable tone of voice, they all have their own style of painting and aesthetics, but without exception, Ye Lingwei thinks that Ye Lingwei has grown into their aesthetics.

Not the masses, it was a face without any blemishes.

They can't even draw!

He is the first in grade, good-looking, and rich. Whether it is the teacher or the classmates around him, he is full of praise. Such a person, you think you are in the same school and are alumni, but in fact, you are not in the same world at all.

So when Gao Linhao walked into their studio with a drawing board and buckets in his arms, Ye Lingwei followed behind and greeted his classmates with a smile, but they didn't react for a moment.

Is this fucking down to earth?

Because of Ye Lingwei, the obscene behavior of chasing and poking each other's buttocks with paintbrushes in the class is much less, mainly because of embarrassment.

However, this situation lasted for a whole morning. No matter how they are not in the same world, they are all the same age. Only one party deliberately took the initiative, and they got acquainted quickly.

The girl wanted to say something, but she saw a man appearing at the back door, and he was asking the classmates behind, "Can I come in?"

If it is said that Ye Lingwei is rare to see, Fei Lan is even more damn rare. In the past, he could be seen in supermarkets and playgrounds, but now that it is winter, this person is like entering customs.

"Brother Lan, sit down!"

Xu Jia said Brother Lan meant it sincerely, and he couldn't help but let out the chair. Fei Lan said thank you, and after sitting down, he took a closer look at the signature under Ye Lingwei's drawing board.

"Why use this?"

"Why are you here?" Ye Lingwei didn't expect Fei Lan to come, he muttered, and then answered Fei Lan's question, "It means monster in Chinese, I like this word."

Fei Lan didn't care about this, he raised his hand and rubbed Ye Lingwei's hair, "Well, you're a little monster."

Ye Lingwei glanced at the paper bag in Fei Lan's hand, "What is that?"

"I'm afraid you'll forget to eat again, so I bought you some fruit, so you should fill it up first," Fei Lan said, suddenly thought of something, squinted his eyes, and looked at Xu Jia, "Is your class also ordering food? "

Xu Jia didn't know why Fei Lan asked this suddenly, but she still answered, "Yes, the cafeteria aunt will give it away every day."

The pen in Ye Lingwei's hand fell to the ground, he bent down guiltily, and washed the pen in the bucket, refusing to raise his head for a long time.

Fei Lan glanced at him, then continued to ask Xu Jia, "Ye Lingwei didn't eat yesterday?"

Xu Jia thought for a while, then shook her head, "He said it was unpalatable, so give it to me."

"..."

Logically speaking, it's hard to remember such small things like who ate or didn't eat, but Ye Lingwei's picky eaters are really outrageous. As soon as the rice is served, he thinks that the carrots smell strange, the loofah looks like bugs, and the eggs smell fishy Taste, ham is synthetic meat, and the meatballs are too loose, Xu Jia is not picky eater, so he took everything.

"What's wrong?" Xu Jia didn't understand why Fei Lan asked this.

"It's nothing, thanks." Fei Lan smiled faintly at Xu Jia.

Ye Lingwei straightened up slowly at this time, and he noticed that Fei Lan's eyes were like knives, so he decided to be frank and lenient, "It's really unpalatable, loofah is just like a bug."

He thought Fei Lan was going to be as angry as yesterday, and panicked like a drum beating in his heart.

He could only defend himself aggrieved, "It's because they didn't cook well, so I can't blame me."

Fei Lan sighed, and said helplessly, "You can tell me if you think it's unpalatable. I'll order it for you. What do you want to do when you're hungry?"

"You want me to be a widower?"

Ye Lingwei didn't speak, obviously knowing that he was wrong and had nothing to say.

Seeing that his hands were full of paint, Fei Lan took out the fruits, peeled and cut them, put a disposable fork, and fed them to Ye Lingwei with a suitable size, "Open your mouth."

Ye Lingwei got the red dragon fruit juice on his lips, and he licked it, but he didn't open his mouth.

"..."

"Okay," Fei Lan coaxed him, "I apologize to you, I shouldn't be angry with you."

Ye Lingwei looked at Fei Lan, his expression obviously relaxed.

"Baby, huh? Baby Jiaojiao..." Fei Lan called him softly.

"!" Ye Lingwei's face changed, and he opened his mouth to bite the dragon fruit into his mouth, and he did not forget to warn Fei Lan, "Don't bark."

Fei Lan looked at him.

Ye Lingwei said again, "You are not allowed to yell here."

"Okay." The smile in Fei Lan's eyes almost overflowed.

There were several boys and girls sitting on the tables in the back. They were lying on the tables and sighed in unison.

"I used to think that Ye Lingwei had a sense of distance, but then I found out that I was wrong. I also thought that Fei Lan was difficult to get in touch with. Now I find that I was wrong again." Zhang Yi said.

"You're right, didn't you realize that Ye Lingwei is like a different person in front of Fei Lan?"

"I found it, just like a cat, its paws are all milky."

"Looking at them, I really want to fall in love."

"Farewell, let's just eat candy, and eat the candy of these two gods."

"I'm so envious of the people in their class. They can be Yangou every day. I can't find such a partner in this life. I want to have such a son!"

"You can't give birth."

"My wife gave birth."

"I'm not saying that you can't have a son because you are a man. I mean, you can't have such a son with anyone, because your conditions are too poor."

"...Fuck!"

"Will they get married?"

"It will definitely be. The two families should be happy to see their success together. The marriage is so beautiful!"

"But Fei Lan is the only son, what will happen to the family business in the future?"

"This is a problem. In fact, I can help inherit it, and this problem has been perfectly solved."

"Fei Lan wouldn't want such an idiot son like you."

They huddled together in the back, Ye Lingwei was fed, and Fei Lan was like an addict. He liked to see Ye Lingwei licking the juice with the tip of his tongue and biting the flesh with his shell-like teeth.

Then there is a sense of accomplishment.

"Did you bring it from home? It's not as sweet as before."

Seeing that Ye Lingwei really didn't want to eat, Fei Lan took back his fork with some pity, and when he heard Ye Lingwei's question again, he hummed, "It should not be as sweet as before. I took Gao Linhao's."

Ye Lingwei, "..."