The sand sculpture thought I was a robot

Lin Zile's boyfriend.

A person who looks almost the same as his own robot.

The last time I glanced at it, I already felt that it was very similar. Looking at this photo now, I can't see the eyes clearly, and the facial features are exactly the same as the robot.

Shen Lang turned off his cell phone, he thought that his family background was quite good, and he was really good, but his vision was not good.

Looking at it now, it is a pity that a man takes another man to watch the sunset, and the other fights over a woman on the plane to be jealous.

The teacher who picked him up from the airport was a young male teacher with blond hair and blue eyes. He was very stylishly dressed, and he was very enthusiastic when he saw Shen Lang.

It's helping with the suitcase and chatting.

Jian Chao, who followed closely behind, saw that something was wrong, why another man came.

Just when he was looking for an opportunity to come over, the company called, and he was in a hurry, and the executives knew that he was coming, and the executives cheated on the spot like a flashback.

This is the life-saving straw, the light of hope, with him all difficulties can be easily solved.

Jian Chao looked at Shen Lang who deliberately kept a distance, got on the bus of the other school, and quickly turned around to get on the company's car.

The company's affairs have been delayed for too long, and I don't care. With so many people following me, I still have to reassure everyone as soon as possible.

Make a quick decision, and go to accompany Shen Lang well.

From the news he inquired, Shen Lang was very interested in financial mathematics research, but he was not interested in singing and painting, which were more literary.

So by putting him by my side, I can not find that the robot disappears, and I don’t have to worry about who he admires because he loves art.

The academy of fine arts in country w enjoys a high international reputation. As soon as you arrive at the gate of the school, you can feel the artistic taste exuded by the century-old heritage.

The passing students greeted the teacher who picked them up, and at the same time looked at Shen Lang curiously.

The blond beauty praised her without hesitation. Shen Lang didn't respond, but just smiled politely. It was just an exchange and learning. He is a layman and doesn't understand art at all.

He hasn't even bought a piece of art. If there is one thing that is artistic and beautiful, it is the robot.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the school, several female teachers came and snatched Shen Lang away from the male teacher who picked him up.

The male teacher spread his hands helplessly, left his contact information, told him to come and pick him up for breakfast tomorrow morning, and then left.

Shen Lang followed the enthusiastic female teacher to the classroom dormitory.

I am alone, the room is elegant and clean, closing the door also shuts off the hustle and bustle outside, and people relax.

He walked to the balcony, just outside the window he could see the basketball court not far downstairs.

The cheers on the field can be heard by opening the window.

Different from his own school, he has to maintain his image meticulously in school, not to mention pretending, people are different in public and private.

It's different here, no one knows him, and he feels different when he sees the same scene.

He dug out beige sweatpants and a white T-shirt from the suitcase, washed off his fatigue, and went downstairs without blowing his hair.

When going to the stadium, there are occasional girls passing by on campus. The timid ones stand there to peek, and the bold ones come to strike up a conversation.

Shen Lang politely refused.

When Shen Lang wasn't dressed up, his face was delicate and tender, no different from a student.

He entered the field and was soon invited to start the game.

I haven't played for a long time, and I was a little unfamiliar at first, but soon I got used to it and found the touch. Shen Lang, who is handsome, beautiful and accurate in shooting, won rounds of applause from the students watching the excitement outside the court.

After the meeting, Jane turned on her phone.

"Drip-drip-"

Photos appeared one after another, all of which were photos of the stadium.

In the close-up of the last one, the big boy in the sun jumps handsomely and shoots the ball. His head is raised slightly, fine beads of sweat dripping from his forehead can be seen from the side of his face, and there is a smile at the corner of his mouth. A faint pear dimple is clearly frozen.

"squeak--"

The high-level executives who should have left the meeting just after the meeting, because the backbone may encounter misfortune to the company's recent continuous decline and cannot be resolved, welcome the return of the backbone.

So after the meeting, I deliberately procrastinated to hear what Jian Chao had to say.

In the end, he suddenly stood up, almost brought the computer down, and left without looking back.

Jian Chao drove to the Academy of Fine Arts.

It's already dark, and it's definitely not possible to play in this dark.

They are not fully armed, mainly to meet after armed, and it is too hard to believe that they meet in a foreign country by chance.

As a result, the game was very exciting in the afternoon, and the girls onlookers were also strong. After dark, they turned on the lights and played a few more games. After the crowd dispersed, Shen Lang sat on the side of the court and stared blankly for a while.

The quietness after the excitement is even more lonely.

Not only did he not immediately purify his mind, asceticism and six roots, that figure almost immediately appeared in his mind.

"Hey."

Sighing helplessly, he picked up his coat and walked towards the dormitory building.

As soon as I got out of the basketball court, I met someone.

Jian Chao was dumbfounded!

It's too late to arm!

I can only quickly take out my sunglasses and mask, put my hands in my pockets, and try to stay calm.

Shen Lang recognized it at a glance.

The other party's suit was still hanging in the media photos, not to mention the very likely one-to-one custom-made robot. He was too familiar with the height and shape.

After glancing at the other party, Shen Lang wondered, what is this buddy from the Bai family going to do when he runs to the Academy of Fine Arts at night?

But what he wants to do has nothing to do with him.

It annoys me to see this person.

It's a pity for the robot he bought at a high price.

Jian Chao was relieved to see him indifferent, knowing that he did not recognize him.

He looked at the little guy whose T-shirt was half wet with sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help looking at his face again.

The pear dimple, although shallow, is really more like that girl!

But Shen Lang's only son has no brothers or sisters, this is too outrageous a coincidence.

They look so close.

He was so focused on his thoughts that he forgot to look away, and subconsciously forgot his identity and that he was just a stranger, so he was stunned. Because of the strenuous exercise, his little face under the warm yellow light was so cute.

"Gollum."

Jian Chao really wanted to have the right to kiss this little face casually.

Just make him like you.

After the company's affairs are dealt with, I will stay here and try my best to capture the hearts of the beauties.

He has stayed in a foreign country for a long time, so he knows this feeling of loneliness.

He also came back in black, no matter what, he watched the sunset together.

Shen Lang didn't stop until he entered the dormitory building and went up the stairs. He looked back and saw that there was no one there. He frowned and went back to the dormitory.

The curtains were half open, and the lights were not turned on. He stood in front of the window, watching the back of the person leaving downstairs.

What is he doing with him?

What is he doing?

Couldn't it be because Hei Tian saw him so that he could be lustful?

——Of course, the last one was just a joke.

Shen Lang quickly put this matter behind him and was attracted by other things.

Invited to visit the classroom of the Academy of Fine Arts.

There is a sculpture of David on the table in the studio, and there are many palettes and oil paints by the legs of each student. The angles of the sketches on the white paper are different, but they are all vivid.

Shen Lang, who is not interested in painting, can't understand the difference in painting skills, but he admires it.

He stood behind the next girl a little further away, watching seriously.

Watch her draw one by one, and watch the messy lines gradually take shape.

He was suddenly interested.

Because he has a picture in his mind, he really wants to record it, even as a person's memory.

I'm going to stay here for a week, and I feel like I'm just going away

Heart, now I can't wait to go back.

After all, the chances of meeting him when I go back are much higher.

If handsome guys want to learn to draw, there must be many masters, and most of them are girls.

Teach a handsome guy to draw, and the tigress can also become a gentle lamb, as long as the handsome guy is handsome enough!

When Jian Chao came again, he could see Shen Lang sitting on a chair drawing pictures surrounded by a circle of girls from the glass of the back door.

Shen Lang earnestly learned the human body lines, outlines, and simple drawing skills.

I don't know if it's considered a talent, but in just one day, I can complete a not-so-ugly composition by myself.

The female masters also joined in, boasting extravagantly, Shen Lang was happy and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"Professor Shen, who is this painting?" The girl standing next to her looked at the drawing board and asked.

There is a handsome guy who is astonishing as heaven and man in the school, and gossip must be inevitable, but soon he becomes more excited, it is the professor who came to study!

He has won numerous awards in his field, comparable to a professor in school grass!

It's more exciting than a transfer student.

Surrounded by girls, Ren Jianchao changed various angles, but he couldn't see Shen Lang's paintings. He was not interested in paintings anyway, so he simply looked at the back of his beautiful head before get out of class was over.

"An important person."

Shen Lang stopped writing and looked at the crooked bridge on the manuscript paper. At the end of the bridge, one person was lying on the bridge and pulling a fallen person vigorously, while the other person was sitting by the bridge, covering the side of the face of the person lying on the bridge with one hand.

"This should be a very critical moment. Why is he putting his hand on someone's face at this time?"

The girl looked at the man who was hanging from the chain and leaned over, grabbing the chain with one hand and covering his face with the other.

"Angie, watch his hands carefully."

The person next to him reminded.

The girl who asked the question looked over seriously, and after a while, she began to exclaim: "Ah! His hands are bleeding! He was injured! He was injured because of the people on the bridge, so what is the relationship between them?"

The few girls who have been talking are all international students from their own country, and Shen Lang can answer as much as possible.

As soon as this question came up, he lowered his head to hide his smile, got up, said some words of thanks with his notebook in his hands, and left.

very good mood.

The other party's words made him very happy.

When he went out, he didn't even see the figure who had been waiting for him for an hour two meters away.

Jian Chao made a huge mistake in predicting!

There are people who are suddenly interested in things that they are not interested in!

If I had known earlier, I would have changed him to the school next door.

Shen Lang smiled so happily that Jian Chao was slightly disappointed.

Since when did he stop smiling at his robot self.

Even watching the sunset together, he still looks preoccupied.

Are you unhappy with yourself?

Thinking about it, he didn't seem to have done anything to make him happy.

How could he make him fall in love with his skin.

While Jane was thinking deeply, she walked to the middle and casually looked at the small blackboard standing next to it, her eyes lit up immediately!

——"Recruiting Models"!