are you a cat

Yechen sat up from the bed with a dark face.

He had a dream. On the day of the road show of the Encounter Band, the violinist waved to him after playing the piano. The moment he took off the mask, he went to the study again. Xu Yuxing sat behind the desk and called his cousin.

Yechen grabbed his collar and roared like last night.

In the dream, Xu Yuxing stared into his eyes, and the corner of his mouth grinned in a nasty arc, almost getting a pair of devil's little wings on his back.

He said that your mother is married to my second uncle, you are her son, what is it if you are not my cousin?

Yechen woke up stiffly angry, pulled his face, as if someone owed him millions, and went to school.

It was raining again last night, and it was much lighter in the morning, but it was still pattering in the sky.Thanks to the rain, the flag-raising ceremony on Monday morning was canceled, and it happened to be left for the students who were busy having fun on the weekend to make up their homework.

Everyone, you copy me and I copy you, lying on the table and writing hard.

"Chen'er!" As soon as Ye Chen walked to the back door of the classroom, Bai Jingping called out affectionately and threw Ye Chen on the back!

Yechen was caught off guard and staggered forward.

Bai Jingping hung on his shoulder with a grin, and looked at him for a moment with a half-smile, and bent his elbow back hard.

"Hiss—" Bai Jingping took a deep breath, and got off Yechen's back while clutching his chest, his face wrinkled into a ball: "Isn't it too hard, brother?"

Yechen glanced at him, and there were two words written on his face——

Deserve it.

When Bai Jingping saw his expression, he felt something was wrong: "What's the matter, my Chenchen, with such an ugly face early in the morning, who made you angry again?"

Yechen threw the schoolbag on the table, pulled out the stool and sat down: "I dreamed of a fool."

"This dream... my brother is too far away." Bai Jingping took out the milk in his schoolbag and touched Yechen's shoulder, "Have a drink of my sister's OO star to be happy? I picked the last bottle out of her mouth this morning. Yes, it’s cheaper for you.”

Bai Jingping loves to bully her younger sister who just entered elementary school every day, and when the child grows up, he will darken him sooner or later.

Yechen took the children's milk in his hand with a blank expression, inserted the straw and put it on the table for him heavily: "You can be happy yourself."

"Then I won't be polite." Bai Jingping responded happily, happily sucking on OO Xing, happily drifting to find other students to copy their homework.

Yechen opened Weibo.

Occasionally, he would accept some business drafts, and some Party A who could not find his job number could only request drafts through private messages. Over time, he formed the habit of checking private messages every day.

Yesterday his painting seemed to be out of the circle, and the likes were two or three times that of daily Weibo.

First, like obsessive-compulsive disorder, he clicked off the red dots of new fans and comments one by one, and then Ye Chen scrolled down, and found a private letter about drafting from a group of fans' confessions.The news came from the early hours of last night, saying that he wanted to ask him to draw posters, and asked him if he was still taking orders.

If you are Party A in the industry, when making an appointment, you will usually directly bring the project and manuscript type, as well as specific requirements and quotations, so as to save the communication time between the two parties. If you rush up and ask whether you want to accept the order or not, there is no requirement and no price. Most of them are newcomers to the first draft.

Ye Chen didn't answer directly or not, but asked the other party first: what type of poster?

Business order or private order?

Are there any specific requirements?

When accepting an order, the painter will combine his own ability and the requirements of Party A to confirm whether to accept the order. Otherwise, he will accept the order as soon as he arrives, only to find that he cannot accept the other party's request, which is quite embarrassing.

The third period was the Chinese class. When Yechen was drowsy, the phone he left on the table clicked.

There is a new message from the person who requested the manuscript.

[Monster]: It's the poster of our band's new album. This should be considered a commercial list, right?

[Monster]: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]

[Monster]: Probably this style or this style is fine.

In the end, the other party asked cautiously: Is that... a business order, is it expensive?

Yechen stopped turning the pen and bowed his head to type.

[Ning Ning]: The album poster involves commercial use, so it is considered a commercial list.

[Ning Ning]: My quotation for the poster business list is 5000 yuan, and the detailed price will be determined according to your specific requirements and time.

The opposite side showed that it was typing, and stopped after a while, but Ye Chen did not receive any message.

Bai Jingping tapped his shoulder from behind.

Yechen supported the edge of the table and leaned back, tilting his head slightly, Bai Jingping asked him in a low voice: "Are you going after class...?"

After finishing a sentence, Yechen glanced back, and the latter gave him a "you understand" look.

There is an Internet cafe near the school, decorated in a luxurious style, and there is a sign at the door that minors are not allowed to enter. In fact, there is a black Internet cafe that does not require ID cards. Go straight up to the third floor from the small stairs behind the restaurant next door to the Internet cafe. The door to the lounge is.

They are regulars there.

The phone dinged twice, and Monster sent another new message.

Yechen lowered his eyes to look at the phone, but Bai Jingping knew that as long as he didn't refuse, he meant to go, so he retracted: "I'll ask Lao Deng if he's coming."

[Monster]: Can it be cheaper, madam QAQ

[Monster]: Our band is very poor, all the money is spent on the production of the album, and the budget for the cover is really limited QAQ

[Monster]: Actually, we didn’t have the budget for the cover at the beginning...

[Monster]: But I really like your painting, sooooooooo hugging our captain's thigh and asking for some money QAQ

[Monster]: Give me a chance, madam, can you make ballball cheaper QAQ

In Tiantian's private messages, there are a lot of people who confess that they like his paintings, and they look at the QAQ behind each sentence, and their expressions don't fluctuate.

He is indeed not short of money.

Apart from other things, Ye Zeyang and Yu Xin have never treated him badly in terms of money, so he is more self-willed in receiving manuscripts. If he likes, he can help draw for free, and if he doesn't like it, he will not draw even if he pays more money.

He thought about it, and asked Monster to send over the specific request for him to have a look first, and if he was sure he would accept it, he would talk about the manuscript fee.

The other party replied: Actually, there is nothing... request...

Ye Chen was silent.

[Ning Ning]: ……………

Party A without clear requirements is a scourge in all Party B's work.

[Ning Ning]: Then I can't draw you.

The Chinese teacher finished writing on the blackboard, tapped the chalk on the blackboard, and was about to call people up to answer questions, when he glanced at Ye Chen, who had been playing with his mobile phone for most of the class as if no one was there, and the name next to his throat changed: "Ye Chen, you Tell me what the author intends to do.”

Yechen threw the phone into the belly of the table and stood up slowly.

Bai Jingping reminded him breathlessly: "Page two."

Yechen didn't hear clearly, and asked while looking down at the book, "How many pages?"

"Fifty..." Before Bai Jingping finished speaking, the language teacher who was already on fire on the podium called him by name and surname, "Bai Jingping, if you want to say it then, you can stand on the podium and say it."

Bai Jingping didn't dare to open his mouth, so he shrunk his mouth tightly and hid behind the textbook standing on the table.

Yechen turned to page [-] with the book in his hand, and he was dazzled by the full text: "Teacher, which passage are you talking about?"

The whole class fell silent.

After a while, the Chinese teacher broke the dead silence.

"Get out if you don't want to listen," she said angrily, "You don't have to take my Chinese class from now on!"

Yechen walked out of the classroom in a good manner, and went down the stairs while taking out the vibrating mobile phone in his pocket.

[White that white]:? ? ? ? ?

[Bai that Bai]: My Chen'er, you are really big.

[Bai that Bai]: If you are asked to go out and punish you to skip class, the teacher will be mad at you.

[Bai that Bai]: Where are you going?Why don't you go to the Internet cafe and reserve a seat for me, and I'll come right after class.

[C]: No, I'm going to the studio.

Putting the phone back into his trouser pocket, Yechen stepped down the last step, and walked around to the back of the student dormitory familiarly.

Near the school is a large old-fashioned residential area, 80.00% of which are the family buildings of employees of a central enterprise, and separated from the student dormitory is a warehouse of this equipment manufacturing plant.

Outside the fence on the other side of the playground is a residential area, and there are usually no people there. Most students love to go there when they jump over the wall to skip class.There are often teachers patrolling there, and there is a high chance of being caught.

It's because the wall of the student dormitory is next to other people's factories, so few people think about getting out from here.

Even the stones that Yechen and Bai Jingping threw on the ground as a stepping stone were ignored.

Yechen took a little run-up, stepped on the rocks and climbed over the wall before turning over. The movements were easy and familiar, and it took only ten seconds before and after. It seemed that he was a habitual offender.

He even knew exactly which door of his factory was closest to him.

When Yechen arrived at the studio, the school was not over yet.

He opened the door and entered, and the wind chimes hanging at the studio door jingled. Teacher Yu walked out of one of the classrooms saying welcome, and saw a helpless smile on his face: "Xiao Chen, you skipped class again. "

"I was kicked out by the teacher." Ye Chen said.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the classroom behind Teacher Yu, and while putting on an apron, he asked, "Are there any new students?"

"Here for a trial class." Teacher Yu smiled with a deep dimple on one cheek. She followed Ye Chen to the studio he often used, and couldn't help saying a few words, "You want to take the Central Academy of Arts, culture class Grades are also important."

There are more than a dozen easels in the classroom, and Ye Chen is in the corner near the floor-to-ceiling windows. When you sit there and tilt your head, you can see the puddles that were trampled by pedestrians and reflect the piano store across the street.

Wen Yan Yechen turned to Teacher Yu: "Mr. Yu."

Before Teacher Yu could respond, Ye Chen pushed his shoulders silently and resolutely to the outside of the classroom.

Seeing the classroom door closing slowly, she shook her head helplessly.

Yechen stayed in the studio all afternoon, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening when he put down his brush completely.

After drawing sketches all afternoon, even the crevices of Yechen's fingers are black.He stood by the washstand outside the bathroom to wash his hands, and heard a child's childish voice behind him: "Mom, it's raining."

The young mother glanced out the window, led the child to the door of the studio, rummaged through the bag and found a children's raincoat for her to put on.

"Goodbye, Teacher Yu." The child spread his five fingers and waved in the air clumsily and cutely.

"Bye-Bye."

When the mother and daughter walked away, Teacher Yu turned around and saw Yechen who was taking off his apron and walking to the classroom. She remembered that Yechen came today empty-handed, so she took out an umbrella from a drawer and put it on the bar in the reception area.

Yechen only had time to look at his phone at this moment, the homeroom teacher and Yu Xin called him several times in turn, and there were more than a dozen unread messages in total.

Whoever made it.

When he cleared the notification bar, he saw a new private message on Weibo, only to find a link from the Monster he rejected.

[Monstar]: Ma'am, our album hasn't officially entered the recording studio yet, I recorded it during our practice in the afternoon.

[Monstar]: Although it's a bit shameless to say that, do you want to listen to it and think about it?

[Monstar]: What I mean by saying there is no requirement is actually that I don’t know what kind of cover is suitable for our genre this time.

[Monstar]: It would be better if I can listen to my wife's opinion_(:з」∠)_

[Monstar]: If you still don’t want to draw after listening, it’s okay!

[Monstar]: There is no righteousness in buying and selling. When the album comes out, I still want to give you a copy, can I?

[Monstar]: Hey QwQ

When passing by the reception area, Teacher Yu, who was sitting on a high foot, handed the umbrella to Yechen.

Yechen pushed the door open, and the cold wind with drizzle came in and rang the wind chime at the door again.

He stood under the eaves and didn't rush to leave. He clicked on the link to open the song.

I don't know if he saw that he had read the message, and Monstar added: By the way, madam, I forgot to say that the violinist you drew two days ago is the musician of our band.

The other party probably suddenly remembered this matter, and wanted to use this to get close to Ye Chen and increase the possibility of him accepting the manuscript.

When Fang didn't know this sentence, Yechen's fingers on the song link stopped immediately.

"Ning Ning!" Someone called across the street, and Ye Chen looked up.

Xu Yuxing held an umbrella and stood at the opposite traffic light intersection.