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Shang Beilin grabbed a handful of hair, glanced into the room, his gaze swept over the people in the room, and landed on the snack shelf on the lower bunk.

"this is yours?!"

After getting an affirmative answer, Shang Beilin couldn't accept it for a while, what kind of Xia You is working so hard, working several jobs by himself.

Surprised, he glanced at the person sitting at the desk.Frowning: "You usually don't live in school, who will help you sell this?"

Xia You glanced at the time on the phone, it was already very late, he pushed Shang Beilin out, "I hang the QR code on the bed, just take it yourself. Roommates help to watch, snacks for them to eat, they all pleasure."

"Eat all you want?"

"what."

"Then can I?"

"......Can."

The couple's activity started, early on Monday morning, Shang Beilin waited beside the road very enthusiastically, but Xia You was 10 minutes late.

He ran out in a hurry, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were not neatly dressed. He apologized and got into the car while carrying his bag.

Shang Beilin put away his mobile phone, and stuffed the warm pancake into his hand.

"Are you up late?"

"Forgot the alarm clock."

"I told you again and again last night, why did you forget?"

"I remember I was on."

He has class this morning, so there's no way he missed the alarm clock.

Shang Beilin put it bluntly: "Did Xu Ji'an come into your room last night?"

Xia You took a bite of the cake and said nothing, Shang Beilin sneered, "I knew it."

Shang Beilin sent Xia You downstairs to the teaching building.

He stood at the door, holding up his mobile phone to Xia You, "Why are you running? You haven't taken a picture yet."

Xia You withdrew his foot from stepping on the stairs, stepped back quickly, tiptoed up to Shang Beilin's face, and urged, "Hurry up bro! I'm going to be late."

The man was caught off guard and bumped into him with his shoulder. The face was close at hand. Shang Beilin pressed the shutter and Xia You disappeared from the camera.

"The Academy of Science and Technology is still facing the north?"

"It's him, it's him!"

"Why is he standing there? He's in a daze."

When the class bell rang, Shang Beilin regained consciousness under more and more eyes, and looked down at his phone.

The two faces on the screen were very close together, if it wasn't for the photo, he must have felt that they had met, since the warm breath of that person was still on his face.

Xia You stepped on the bell and entered the classroom. This is a painting theory class, a small classroom, and there are many people. Fortunately, Ji Ke occupied a seat for him at the door.

"It's so late today? Have you brought your pen? There will be an on-the-spot sketching homework later."

"Bring it."

He turned his hand to take out his schoolbag, and found nothing. He turned his head, and there was nothing behind him.

"..."

Oops.

The bag was forgotten in Shang Beilin's car!

"The student at the back door came up with a pen and paper, and made a sketch for everyone on the screen."

Xia You sent a message to Shang Beilin with his mobile phone, but before he finished editing the message, his arm was pushed down, and he raised his head wonderingly.

"The teacher is calling you...!"

He hurriedly looked at the podium. The professor was a middle-aged man, tall and thin, wearing a formal suit. Although he was smiling, Xia You looked at him but was breathless.

There is a reason why the classroom is so full today. This professor is notorious for deducting points ruthlessly.

He was the last one to come just now, so he must have been eyeing him.

Xia You pulled back the chair and stood up, clasping the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, as if death was at home.

"Professor Wu didn't bring a pen and paper to his class? I'm going to fail the class in place, and I will observe a minute of silence..."

Discussions gradually started around.

"Amitabha, Professor Wu hangs two or three people every year. Does this mean that my risk is a little lower?"

"If he ranked last in the quiz last week, then you have a chance."

Sure enough, the smile on the professor's face gradually faded, the attendance sheet popped up on the big screen, and he rolled the wheel down, "What's your name?"

Xia You calmed down and replied, "Xia You from class three."

When the students saw the attendance sheet, their attention was diverted, because the results of last week's quiz followed, and everyone stared wide-eyed looking for their names.

The cursor on the big screen finds Xia You's name, moves backwards, and lands on the quiz score of "98".

"I'm Oo-"

Someone almost choked up.

"Professor Wu actually scored such a high score?"

Xia You was also stunned.

The professor raised his head from the screen, his eyes passed through the dark head, he paused for a few seconds, and then confirmed to him again, "Your name is Xia You?"

Xia You nodded, and took the opportunity to say: "Teacher, my pen and paper fell on the road, can I borrow a copy from you?"

This score is indeed remarkable, but it is too bold, and Professor Wu is so angry.

Everyone held their breath to watch the show.

Unexpectedly, Professor Wu was silent for a moment, tapped the paper on the table, and said unexpectedly good-tempered, "Come on. The copy assignment for this class is on the screen, and I will give you 10 minutes."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of paper being pulled in the classroom, pencils fell on the paper and made a rustling sound, and everyone began to race against time.

Xia You walked up to the podium, laid out the paper, but was not in a hurry to start writing. Instead, he carefully observed the works to be copied on the screen.

A very conventional plastic bottle of mineral water.

2 minutes passed.

4 minutes passed.

His paper was projected on the big screen, and 5 minutes passed without leaving a pen.

Finally, someone in the audience couldn't hold back their curiosity and kept looking up at the screen.

Professor Wu stood aside, glanced at his watch, and reminded: "There are still ten or four minutes."

When Shang Beilin rushed to the classroom, he saw exactly this scene. The audience was writing vigorously, but the people on the stage remained motionless.

Standing at the door, he glanced at Ji Ke and the seat next to him.Ji Ke also looked back at him, surprised for a moment, his eyes fell on the denim bag in his hand, and his expression faded.

Shang Beilin frowned and looked away.

The people on the stage didn't see him, and Shang Beilin didn't make a sound, just quietly sat down on the seat, holding the late schoolbag in his arms.

Finally, strokes appeared on the white paper on the screen.

There were murmurs of discussion all around.

"Don't you just paint the frame first? How can you directly paint the shadow?"

"Ms. Wu repeatedly emphasized that the overall framework must be determined first when drafting a draft. He didn't attend the class?"

"It's miserable this time."

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, the corners of Shang Beilin's mouth stretched into a straight line.

"Who taught you to draw like this?"

Xia You heard the voice, raised his head, and looked towards the podium.

Sure enough, Mr. Wu crossed his arms and looked at him with a slight frown.

Xia You didn't panic in the slightest, looked at her own painting, and continued to write without haste.

"I agree with Mr. Wu, your teaching method. It is right for beginners to start from the frame, but in such a short period of time, it is difficult to reflect the contrast between light and shadow."

"In 10 minutes, everyone can only complete the basic part. Unless someone can play the framework well, how can we distinguish the priority?"

The audience was startled by his utter nonsense, and let out a sigh.

"I don't even know if I can finish my homework. He's talking about priorities?"

Shang Beilin was sitting in the last row, looking at the people on the stage through the crowd, the corners of his mouth were finally relaxed.

Professor Wu didn't say a word, he looked at the black shadow that couldn't see the prototype on the white paper, and lightly tapped the desk with his finger.

Xia You knew that if it wasn't for the results of this quiz, Professor Wu would have let him go down now.

He speeded up, divided the blocks with shadows, and outlined the highlight details of the bottle mouth and the water surface of the bottle body. Soon, the entire bottle was basically formed.

Shang Beilin glanced at Ji Ke's drawing paper from the corner of his eye. The frame had already been laid, and the bottle could only see a prototype.

The surrounding students, without exception.

After 10 minutes, everyone raised their heads, and Xia You wiped off part of the projection with his fingertips, and the whole picture breathed a lot in an instant.

Professor Wu picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, his brows and eyes softened, and the audience was silent.

Even Shang Beilin, who is an outsider, can see that Xia You's homework has surpassed everyone in the audience in terms of completion and quality.

Xia You put down his pen, raised his head, and saw the person sitting at the door at a glance.

He was stunned.

Before the news was sent out, Shang Beilin actually took the initiative to send him a schoolbag.

In the audience, Shang Beilin was extremely superior both in appearance and appearance, leaning back on the seat, he couldn't be ignored at a glance.

The man looked at him across the classroom and gave him a thumbs up.

After class, Xia You was left alone by Professor Wu.

"Recently, there is a drawing class, are you interested?"

"Study class?"

Xia You was a little dazed. Professor Wu said it tactfully, but he was not stupid.

Professor Wu, as a professor of the Painting Department of Beijing University, has not only held personal art exhibitions in recent years, but also published many theoretical journals. To put it bluntly, his research class is a discussion and exchange class in the painting art circle, and there must be many great talents.

He is a fledgling freshman, He De He Neng.

Professor Wu saw his hesitation at a glance, "It's true that you are a freshman, but you are no longer a novice in painting. At your current level, following everyone's basic courses will take a lot of time for you, understand?"

That's why he spent so much time and money in private to learn other things.

If you can follow Professor Wu, it is equivalent to paying only one tuition fee, but you can learn double the knowledge.

Of course he wanted to.

"This is my contact information." Professor Wu took out a square card from his chest and handed it to him. "The website above has my weekly class schedule and teaching location. Come here if you are interested."

Xia You quickly accepted it, thanked him politely, and was patted on the shoulder.

Shang Beilin stood behind him with his denim bag on his shoulders, "There are two tricks, it's worthwhile for me to accompany you to a class."

After copying the homework, Professor Wu handed over the remaining half of the class to Xia You, and asked him to explain his painting philosophy to everyone. Shang Beilin waited for a class in the audience.

Xia You was in a good mood, reached out to take the schoolbag, and brushed Shang Beilin's palm with his fingers inadvertently.

"Why don't you put down your schoolbag and leave? Isn't the laboratory busy?"

Shang Beilin put his hand into his pocket, as if he didn't hear it, he waited for two seconds before answering: "I'm so busy."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Who made our teacher Xiao Xia's lectures so nice."

Xia You was slightly startled, and looked up at him.

If I remember correctly, this was the first time Shang Beilin praised him so bluntly.

Shang Beilin quickly changed the subject, "Is there no class in the morning?"

Xia You said "Oh": "There is no class."

"Go to my lab?"

While talking, the class bell rang, and the corridor was full of people, too fast to avoid others.

When Xia You was about to be bumped for the third time, someone hugged his arms and waist together, and he fell into Shang Beilin's arms.

His face was pressed against Shang Beilin's chest, his mouth and nose touched the cotton fabric, and he could smell a faint fragrance, which was different from the fragrance of his laundry detergent. This person used perfume on his body, but it was not strong, and you could only smell it when you got close a trace.

Such details are more like a casual habit, Xia You actually feels very comfortable.

"Are you a dog nose?"

A low voice came from above his head, and Xia You straightened up immediately.

Just sniffed it lightly, why is this person so sensitive.

Shang Beilin's hand around his waist moved up and gently pinched the back of his neck.

With a smile in his tone: "Is it easy to rub?"

Xia You shrank his neck, Shang Beilin's palms were warm and numb against his skin.

He had never been so close to anyone before, his mind went blank for a moment, and he said with a hot face, "No...it wasn't intentional bro."

When Shang Beilin let go of his hand, his index finger gently scraped his earlobe.

"I don't want to be angry with you on purpose." Shang Beilin said, "I hugged you."