Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

At the end of the winter vacation, when I moved back from the group rented house near the school, Mu Junchen’s bed was already being used by another person, who was a freshman like me. Chen found him to change the dormitory. He was eager to go back to the dormitory of the Academy of Fine Arts, so he agreed without saying a word.

I feel that this is very good, avoiding the embarrassment of frequent meetings, and I feel very relaxed.

But after all, they are in the same college, teaching building, library, cafeteria, playground, and occasionally they will meet each other, and they will nod indifferently from a distance, as a greeting, and then go their own way.

Moreover, he is the assistant head teacher of our class, and he can be seen in the class almost every day sending some information about class adjustment or competition registration.

This is probably the best situation for me, far away from him, but he seems to continue to exist in my life circle, so that I can see him occasionally, instead of not seeing him all at once him.

Without the entangled troubles in love, I have more time and energy to devote to my studies. There are more classes in the first semester of my freshman year than in the first semester, so I didn’t continue after the winter vacation. Instead of signing up for classes, I changed to watching videos on the Internet for self-study.

Although I only learned painting in high school, I still have a passable foundation to be admitted to Jianghua, and it is easy to accept the knowledge points in the video.

The big difference between oil painting and comics is that oil painting is usually a painting, an art that focuses on conveying a certain feeling, while comics are actually telling a story, the most important thing is the plot and the storyboard, which is closer to movies or comics in terms of expression. animation.

Coincidentally, during the summer vacation after graduating from high school, Mu Junchen and I stayed at home for three months, either playing games or reading books. He read martial arts novels and suspense novels, and I read all kinds of Tanmei novels and Danmei comics, such as "From the Upper Bed" Straight Man's Strong Favorite", "How to Break the Hooligan at the Same Table", "Kissing the Villain is Prohibited Here", and I have read a bunch of danmei short h novels that have become popular all over the country.

So I still have a little feeling about the plot and the storyboard. Occasionally, I draw a small article and post it on Weibo, and I can get a few pitiful likes.

Looking back at that time, I had a fight with Mu Junchen because I liked Qin Xiaoge so much, because he said that Qin Ge was not cute at all, he was a mother to death, and I said that Qin Ge's toes were a hundred times cuter than him when he farted And Qin Ge is not a mother, and added that Lu Beichuan is really handsome, as expected of my family, everyone with the surname Lu is so handsome that he can explode, and then we quarreled. on the couch...

"Sign in."

Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar deep voice interrupted my memory, and the slender fingers held the sign-in form on the table in front of me.

Today, an industry leader came to our college to give a lecture, and the assistant class had to be there to count the number of people in each class.

The protagonist who was still in the memory just now appeared in front of me at this second. I was shocked, and without looking up, I took the pen and found a blank space on the sign-in form to sign my name.

Mu Junchen took the paper and pen and left, looking for the next person to sign.

There is no unnecessary stay, just like we are just the most ordinary seniors and juniors.Of course, we are indeed the most ordinary seniors and juniors.

After a while, I looked back and saw that Mu Junchen had completed the sign-in work. He was handsome, and he was a little taller than others when he sat on the chair. He could be easily recognized from a group of people.

Sitting next to him was Chen Shu, who probably came to play with Mu Junchen and give lectures by the way.

I really envy their school, there are too few classes.

A few months passed in a blink of an eye, and I was no longer a freshman, but an old sophomore.

The sun was still warm in September. I started to help the juniors carry their luggage under the sun, and after a few days of military training, I enthusiastically helped the juniors to order a song "Day Is Not" on the campus radio station according to international practice. fall".

"Pray that you are like a hero's guard, guarding love without moving..."

"One-two-one! One-two-one! One-two-three-four!"

"I want to send you the miss that the sun never sets, and send you a postcard that represents love..."

"Ha ha--!"

"You are the sunny day, you are the celebration, my love never sleeps..."

"Unity is power-quantity! Unity is power-quantity!"

In the hot and brilliant sunset, the radio music mixed with the energetic shouts and songs of the school girls who were tortured, is really the most beautiful melody in the world.

A few classmates and I stopped by the square where they were going forward and watched the scene under the shade of a tree.

"Daughter-in-law has become a mother-in-law for many years. Think about how painful it was at that time, and how enjoyable it is to see others suffer the same pain now."

"There are still two people in our class who have passed the application to be assistants, and now they are going to abuse the juniors, tsk tsk."

"By the way, why haven't you seen Brother Mu since the beginning of this semester? Does the assistant class ignore us?"

"We're both in our sophomore year. What kind of assistant class do we need? Brother Mu seems to have applied to go abroad as an exchange student. I don't know if it's a year or two. Maybe he won't come back until his senior year."

"Mu Ge Bull Fork."

"Brother Mu is really awesome, hey? Lu Huai, don't you have a close relationship with Mu Zhuban? You don't know?"

All of a sudden, the line of sight shifted to me.

I froze for a moment, took a sip of the lemonade in the plastic cup in embarrassment, and shook my head: "I don't know, it's just that the high school is in the same school... Later, he changed the dormitory, we, we lost contact .”

They nodded, said a few words, and turned back to look at the juniors in military training.

I also continue to watch the military training, which is very interesting.