I fell off the horse after being popular in StarCraft with different identities

Zhao Duanyang was sitting in a comfortable office and browsing the university's school network forum, and was once again made very unhappy by a post.

#818 That new school grass——Shen Mi#

In addition, I have seen #论热见遇见沉米自己是什么意思#, #沉米是人世ideal吧#, etc. that I have seen before.

This guy named Shen Mi appeared too frequently.

What made Zhao Duanyang most angry was that he saw a post that carefully analyzed the comparison between his former school grass and Shen Mi's appearance and characteristics...

Compare him with Shen Mi?Shen Mi is also worthy?It's ridiculous!

"Young Master Yang, we have found that person. His name is Fang Zhou. He is Shen Mi's chosen companion."

It's Shen Mi again!It seems that he and Shen Mi are incompatible and destined enemies!

It has to be said that Shen Mi is really sitting at home, the pot comes from the sky, and the gun is lying down.

Han Xian is a sophomore in the Fine Arts Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He came from an ordinary family, but he got into the Central Academy of Fine Arts because of his talent in painting and other good grades.

But together with such exciting news came the news that his dependent mother had an incurable disease. Han Xian felt that the world was almost falling apart at that time.

Then Zhao Duanyang took the initiative to find him, saying that he could pay his mother's medical expenses for him and find the best doctor to try his best to treat him, the only condition is to be his shooter.

Speaking of which, Zhao Duanyang is also a man of the hour in the school, because of the outstanding appearance of boys and girls and the birth of a world-renowned painter father from a famous family.

Han Xian never expected that Zhao Duanyang would ask him to be his shooter?Could it be that his talent in painting since he was a child is a lie?

Han Xian didn't know that Zhao Duanyang had indeed inherited his father's talent when he was a child, but it was a pity that he became Hu Zhongyong.

When Zhao Duanyang grew up, he realized that he was actually not interested in painting, but having lost his talent and aura, he didn't want to admit it in front of everyone, and he didn't want to disappoint his father, so he began to use various means to cover it up. until now.

Fortunately, although he is not good at getting started, the environment he has been in contact with since he was a child makes his theoretical knowledge very bluffing.

Zhao Duanyang understands what he wants, he wants thefame, he wants to become a frequent visitor on Toutiao, a top superstar.

And superstars will never let the reputation of hurting Zhongyong become a stain on his life.

Han Xian had no choice but to agree to Zhao Duanyang.

Things were good at the beginning, but later on, Han Xian didn’t know if it was because of his mother’s worsening illness, or because of the suppression of his inner guilt, Han Xian gradually lost his aura in painting, like a dry lake, leaking At the end, only the stench of dead fish and rotten shrimp left in the air, making people sick to the stomach.

Zhao Duanyang was naturally angry when he couldn't get a satisfactory painting. He thought that Han Xian was deliberately going back on his word, so he started punching him, insulting and threatening him, and forcing him not to play tricks!

It took a week for Han Xian to recover from being rescued by Fang Zhou last time. He wanted to accompany his mother, but was asked by his mother to come to class. Han Xian had no choice but to obey his mother's order to go to class.

In school, he was like a walking dead. He couldn't calm down to study at all. When he thought of the little time left by his mother, he felt a severe pain in his heart.

If he lost his mother, he would become a human being, and now even the only sustenance left on his painting would be taken away by God, he has nothing, nothing, he doesn't know the meaning of such a life.

After the schoolwork was over, Han Xian didn't know where else in the world he could live. Without thinking, he followed his mother's words almost mechanically. The mother said, go to school, don't waste your studies, listen Study carefully what the teacher said...

Han Xian sat on the roof of the art building with his legs dangling outside, looking at the blue sky without white clouds in a daze.

There is his drawing book next to him. In addition to being required to use an electronic drawing board for speaking in class, Han Xian actually prefers to draw on paper, one by one, stacked up, just like others keep a diary, he expresses his inner emotions through drawing ...

The wind on the top of the building was strong, and his drawing book was blown away, as if the wind was turning the pages with an invisible hand. It would be fine, but he never thought that there was a newly put in his drawing book. loose leaf...

Han Xian stared at the drawing paper floating in the air for a moment, his reaction was slow and he had to reach for it, and almost fell downstairs. He was still in shock, then picked up the drawing book and rushed downstairs through the stairs, so anxious that he gave up Waiting for the elevator...

It seemed that there was some secret hidden in that painting that could not be made public. He rushed downstairs and watched the piece of paper fall along the trajectory of the wind. It just landed at the feet of a young man.

Seeing the young man's raised face, Han Xian opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and his heartbeat came alive for the first time. He quickly lowered his head, his face flushed, and he didn't dare to look at that person, let alone go forward to ask for it. The piece of paper that belonged to him in the man's hand...

Maybe it can't be said that it belongs to him completely, because the person painted on it happens to be the person holding the painting in his hand now.

Han Xian thought that what he saw before he fell into a coma was imaginary. After waking up, he lost his mind and turned the imaginary into reality on paper. I don't know how to deal with this painting that seems to represent some kind of secret in my heart, but I finally put it in the painting book...

He actually saw his god today, it was not a fantasy before he fell into a coma, but a real existence!

It is such a charm, just one glance to see him fascinated, inspiration is like a spring, Han Xian feels that he may have met his beauty god, his muse...

Holding the drawing paper in her hands, Shen Mi looked at the man with lowered head not far away, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

It was in his busy schedule that Fang Zhou took the time to find Han Xian.

Fang Zhou hoped that Shen Mi would go out in person and use his powerful sales-selling-brainwashing-brainwashing ability... Oh no, he should use his convincing eloquence to persuade Han Xian, and it would be best if he could take this dusty pearl into them in the bag.

Fang Zhou actually wanted to help Han Xian and give him a hand.

Shen Mi could see that Fang Zhou's sympathy was overflowing for a while, but after thinking about it carefully, he could understand the real psychology behind his behavior, which was actually to atone for the same "mistake" he had made back then...

If so, Shen Mi will help him.

That's not a bad thing after all.Everyone has a desire to make amends.

Furthermore, Shen Mi checked Han Xian's information through 003, and it would not be a loss if he accepted it. As long as he can heal the trauma of this person and let him get out of the shadow of the original, with this person's talent for painting, Joining a game company that is about to be established in the future will definitely be a powerful boost.

Han Xian held his breath and felt that the man was approaching him step by step. He didn't know who he was, but at this moment he felt flushed and embarrassed, so he wished he could find a hole in the ground.

Not shy, but nervous to be afraid!

He was afraid that when he opened his mouth, he would "invoke the teacher to inquire about the crime". From the bottom of his heart, Han Xian would rather not get in touch with this person, and know his existence from a distance. He hoped that the image of a god in his heart would not be hit by any contrast from reality...

He has always known that a person's appearance does not represent a person's heart, a person's good, bad, good, and evil.

Zhao Duanyang is like this——

The face is like a white lotus, and the heart is like a snake.

So now Han Xian doesn't dare to look at it, he is afraid that if he looks at it more, it will destroy the beautiful imagination in his heart.

Before Shen Mi could speak, he bent his waist ninety degrees, lowered his head in a very respectful manner and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I offended you, and I promise there won't be a next time, please forgive me."

Even if there is, it should be well hidden, and no one will see it again, this is the secret in his heart.

After Han Xian apologized, he lowered his head and wanted to stagger away from Shen Mi and run away. Avoiding Shen Mi was like a scourge.

Shen Mi was quite surprised, he hadn't felt this kind of feeling for a long time.

Does this child still have serious social fear?How scary is he? ?

"Wait." Of course Shen Mi couldn't let him run away.

There must be a reason for him to do this. As for social fear, Shen Mi doesn't believe it.

Han Xian really stopped, turned his back to Shen Mi, trembling slightly, as if he was too scared to move.

Shen Mi walked forward speechlessly, "Student, this is your painting, aren't you going to take it away?"

Han Xian stood where he was, and he didn't want to reach out to take it, and it didn't matter if he didn't take it.

"Looking at your performance just now, it seems that the person in this painting must not be someone else who looks very similar to me, right? Really speaking, your painting is very charming, lifelike, and so good, you are afraid What?"

For the "shy" cutie who is not good at words, Shen Mi can only take the initiative to attack.

003: "Don't tease the host, the person will be gone later."

Shen Mi: "..." Which corner did you emerge from?

003 who can fully feel Shen Mi's inner thoughts: "I'm always here..."

Shen Mi: "Okay, please shield yourself immediately, don't make noise, and restore the peace of the world."

003: "..." Is it too late to learn the English language?beep beep...

Han Xian's mind was blank, his face was as red as blood, and he didn't dare to look into Shen Mi's eyes.

"I……"

"You don't have to worry so much, I'm not angry. My name is Shen Mi, and I'm still your junior."

Han Xian gradually calmed down. This person was different from what he had imagined, but it seemed...

It didn't disappoint him either.

"Hi, my name is Han Xian. I'm really sorry that I drew your portrait without permission."

"It's okay. I don't really care."

Shen Mi is used to being photographed secretly while walking on the road, would she really care about being painted a portrait?

"Do you remember Fang Zhou?" Seeing the moment of silence between the two of them, Shen Mi took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Hmm. He is my savior." When Fang Zhou was mentioned suddenly, Han Xian was a little confused, but still showed a shy smile.

"He's my friend. He asked me to tell you that he wants to treat you to dinner tomorrow. I wonder if you're free?" Shen Mi smiled, and decided to throw this difficult guy back to Fang Zhou and let him convince himself.

Shen Mi didn't understand why Han Xian always maintained a certain sense of alienation towards him, as if he didn't want to get to know him at all unless he was polite.

Seeing the expression of "like a stick in the throat" on his face when he chatted awkwardly with him, Shen Mi was deflated for a rare time, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Does he really hate him?So why paint his portrait? ?

What a contradictory guy.

"Ah? Is that so..." Then why didn't he tell him himself?

Looking at the smile on Shen Mi's face, Han Xian didn't dare to ask this sentence, he always felt that the smile on his face now was not really a smile, but a bit of a superficial smile instead.

Han Xian couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind for a while. He wanted to know Shen Mi but was afraid of getting to know him. In the end, he couldn't keep him waiting for too long, so he responded indiscriminately, "Okay, please tell him I'm free. Er...Thank you."

"You're welcome. So, goodbye?" Shen Mi said goodbye with a smirk.

Han Xian stood at the same spot and watched Shen Mi leave without moving. He was a little bit regretful, but also a little bit thankful. In short, his mood was very complicated.