Fake is true

"how about you?"

The moment Mu Zhou received the news, he wanted to send it like this, but luckily he restrained his hand.

Biting his thumb, Mu Zhou openly deserted under the cover of the easel.

Before the teacher was talking about the three primary colors, red, yellow and blue, Mu Zhou's heart was pounding, and Yan Fang's voice.

Stayed at the training point until Friday afternoon, the school gathered everyone together for a meeting. The outstanding students who had attended the Nine Academy of Fine Arts in the past stood on the stage to speak. The teacher who presided over the meeting asked them to talk about how they balanced their cultural studies. How to relieve anxiety and how to improve in the short term with regard to painting.

Mu Zhou didn't listen at all.

"How long will this meeting be? I'm sleepy." Chen Dong sat on a folding chair with his head tilted, his face tired.

"I don't know." Mu Zhou stared at the group of outstanding students on the stage. Those who had spoken stood on the left, those who hadn't spoke stood on the right, and there were five more people on the right.

"It's numb." Chen Dong stretched out his legs, moved his ankles, and tilted his head back, being pushed up by Zhou Hao behind him.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Hao asked.

"Move your neck."

Chen Dong has been tempered hard this week. He used to be reluctant to go to class, but now he doesn’t want to draw. He ran to the toilet whenever he had the opportunity, but he became a key target. He had to report to the teacher once when he went to the toilet. .

"What's wrong with my brother asking me to rely on you?" Chen Dong groaned under his throat.

"Get away." Zhou Hao slapped him on the back.

"Damn." Chen Dong rubbed his wound, "Do you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

Hearing what he said, everyone around laughed, and Mu Zhou laughed too, turning on the phone while laughing.

Yan Fang said that he would come to pick him up.

Message received this morning.

And the damn meeting isn't over yet.

"Don't be gay." Zhou Hao warned Chen Dong.

"Whoever wants to gay you, you're so thick-skinned, you're so rare." Chen Dong has a thick skin, and he leaned sideways on Mu Zhou's lap.

"I like boats."

Mu Zhou also took the gun while lying down, quite helpless.

"I don't like you." Mu Zhou pushed him away.

Chen Dong was about to cry.

Mu Zhou took out a tissue and covered his face, "Hurry up and cover it, it's so ugly."

Chen Dong completely collapsed, Zhou Hao couldn't help laughing behind him, his shoulders shook like a sieve.

After dumbly listening to the three people's learning methods, Mu Zhou couldn't listen any longer. He patted Chen Dong, "When the teacher asks, he says I'm going to the bathroom."

"Yeah, okay." Chen Dong, who was secretly playing with his phone, didn't even look up.

Mu Zhou ran out of the crowd in short stature.

All the students were assembled in one place, and the building was empty, so Mu Zhou slowed down when he entered the building.

The things to bring were packed last night, but there is nothing to bring, a schoolbag can fill them all.

He originally wanted to go upstairs to clean up again, but left after the meeting, but when he found that there was nothing to clean up, he really went into the toilet with his crooked foot.

There is a huge mirror at the entrance, and Mu Zhou stares at the face in the mirror.

The hair has grown a bit, it's okay, not ugly, just a pimple on the chin, Chen Dong said it was pimples, and it will grow all over his face in the future, so scared that Mu Zhou didn't sleep well on Monday night, and dreamed when he closed his eyes I saw a group of pimples pounce on me.

It was a nightmare.

Fortunately, Chen Dong didn't understand fart, he was just talking nonsense, the acne was almost healed, leaving a light red mark on his face.

The rest of the place is ok, no different from a week ago.

Mu Zhou opened his eyes, leaned over to look at the mirror carefully, and came out of the toilet alone, Mu Zhou was startled, and quickly stood up straight and turned on the faucet to pretend to wash his hands.

"The conference is over?" Someone stood beside him and turned on the faucet.

It was Xu Shuyan.

Color teaching assistant in pastoral classes.

"Not yet, I'll come over and wash my hands." Mu Zhou said.

"Oh, it should be soon." Xu Shuyan smiled at him, and the slightly long hair was playfully thrown on his chest as he moved his head sideways.

Mu Zhou was dazed and developed an intuition.

The other party may be the same as him.

Yan Fangsheng said that he was right, he promised to come, and he will definitely come.

After the conference ended, the crowd dispersed happily. Everyone was as excited as a bird about to come out of the cage.

Chen Dong didn't want to go home too early, so he dragged Jiang Xin and Zhou Hao to the playground, and asked Mu Zhou again when he left: "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"

"Well, I want to go back soon."

"alright."

Yan Fangsheng sent a message 10 minutes ago saying that he had arrived, and Mu Zhou put away the folding chair and backed his schoolbag before going downstairs, and almost 10 minutes had passed.

After getting out of the elevator, Mu Zhou started to run wildly, all the way to the parking lot, Mu Zhou saw Yan Fangsheng at a glance.

There were many people around, Yan Fangsheng's car was parked in the same place as last time, and he was leaning against the side of the car, smoking.

His hair was gelled and combed back neatly. He was wearing a dark blue suit. Mu Zhou hadn't seen it before, so it was probably new.

The two trouser seams between the legs neatly extend to the bottom of the trousers, which is very straight.

Mu Zhou took a deep breath, walked slowly while pressing his heaving chest, and when he was five meters in front of Yan Fangsheng, Yan Fangsheng suddenly raised his head.

Being discovered in advance, Mu Zhou shouted: "Brother."

"Ah."

Thin smoke exhaled from his lips, luring Mu Zhou to look at his lips.

Mu Zhou felt impulsive and wanted to pounce on him and kiss him.

So Mu Zhou walked over and hugged Yan Fangsheng with his arms wide open.

The kiss is too far, Mu Zhou can only choose to hug.

"I can give you a hug, right bro?"

Mu Zhou buried himself in Yan Fangsheng's chest and asked.

Yan Fangsheng couldn't dodge, the cigarette in his hand almost poked Mu Zhou's collar, he almost moved his hand away, and heard Mu Zhou's question.

The moment he heard the question, Yan Fangsheng felt that the hypothesis had a faint tendency to collapse.

Mu Zhou not only didn't kill his feelings, on the contrary, he became more and more flamboyant.

Trying to use a relaxed tone, Yan Fang teased, "Stop hugging if you can't?"

"Yeah." Mu Zhou let go of his hand, smiled like a flower, and said slyly, "Anyway, I've got it."