Bai Yueguang, he only loves villains [Transmigration Book]

Shi Zhou's mind was in a mess, and he left in a hurry with an indescribable feeling.

Thinking of the other party putting his clothes on the bed every day, he couldn't look directly at his white shirt in the cabinet for the next few days.

But Shi Zhou thought about it later.

Maybe Lu Youyuan took it out in advance and prepared to return it to himself.

When he left in confusion, he even forgot to take his sketchbook, and Lu Youyuan might have to send him away before he could speak.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Shi Zhou heard Shan Xia beside him coughing vigorously, and before he could turn his head away, someone snatched the brush from his hand.

Their oil painting class teacher Ji Huaqing was frowning at the pair of wood sorrel he was painting.

Ji Huaqing didn't like specifying topics in class. He let the students decide what to draw each time, whether it was a landscape or a portrait, there was no requirement.

The other party took a pen and drastically changed a few strokes of the painting that he was about to finish, forcibly changing the brushwork that was stagnant because of distraction just now to a lot smoother.

Ji Huaqing's other hand was still behind his back, his whole body was straight and unsophisticated, he glanced at Shi Zhou disapprovingly: "You are restless."

Shi Zhou lowered his head guiltily.

Ji Huaqing is well-known, he is the master who the principal of the Academy of Fine Arts spent a lot of effort to invite back to teach. The outside world calls him one of the few artists who become gods while still alive.

No one dares to treat his class well.

The other party had directed his paintings when Bai Yueguang was still there, and Ji Huaqing personally picked out the work that hung on the wall of honor.

Ji Huaqing watched Shi Zhou draw a few more strokes on the basis of his changes, and he was satisfied.

Just when Shi Zhou thought that the other party was going to leave, he only heard the other party say flatly: "Go to my office after class."

Shi Zhou could only answer honestly: "Okay, teacher."

After he left, Shan Xia leaned over and said, "I almost coughed up my lungs just now and you didn't hear me? You are so brave, you dare to distract yourself from Ji Huaqing's class."

Shi Zhou sighed: "I didn't expect to be called to the office by the teacher after I went to college."

"It's not your fault." Shan Xia gloated, "But you should be content. Ordinary people don't have the chance to be repainted by Ji Huaqing himself. If you want to ask him to guide you, he won't go."

"Ms. Ji seems to value you quite a bit."

Shi Zhou asked suspiciously, "Is there?"

Shan Xia said: "Of course! You used to paint so rubbish that he would tell you about color with a stinking face. That's a basic class you took in high school."

Shi Zhou was relieved by his consolation which was not considered consolation.

When he first joined the class, Shi Zhou was most afraid of taking Ji Huaqing's class every time. Other teachers were concerned about his genius name and family background, but Ji Huaqing didn't care about it.

If he doesn't like it, he has to say that Shi Zhou can be criticized every time in class.

However, Ji Huaqing didn't just dislike Shi Zhou, all the students in his class had never been scolded by him, his eyes were vicious, even if his words were not very pleasant, he could discipline the most rebellious students into obedience.

Shi Zhou really found some joy in painting when he was having fun while suffering so much.

Painting a picture is like pruning a flower branch. You must calm down and concentrate on it, and find beauty from it. Over time, boring things become interesting.

After class, Shi Zhou watched Ji Huaqing walk out of the studio on his own. He thought for a while, took the sorrel painting, and followed into the office a few steps behind.

Because of his high morals, Ji Huaqing owns a separate territory.

He sat down and took a sip of the cold tea in the cup: "What do you think of your current paintings compared to before?"

This question is very sharp.

Shi Zhou said truthfully: "Of course it's not very good."

"Wrong." The other party put down the cup in his hand, and found a printed oil painting manuscript from the desk drawer, "This is the rose you hung outside."

Every time Shizhou passed by that wall, he would see the painting of Bai Yueguang, the rose with dewdrops stood out from the crowd of landscapes, making it hard not to pay attention.

Ji Huaqing motioned him to put the two paintings together, and said impatiently: "Again, tell me how you are better now than before."

Shi Zhou is really confused now.

His skills are definitely not as good as Bai Yueguang's, Shi Zhou looked at the other person's face, and cautiously said, "I am better than before, fortunately, I have no skills?"

Unexpectedly, the other party nodded instead: "That's right."

"..."

Ji Huaqing pointed to Rose: "Your previous paintings were meticulously crafted and tried to be lifelike. After all, painting is not just a standard of beauty, it must not only be beautiful, but also true..."

"You used to have beauty and truth, but it looks fake to me. Do you know why?"

Shi Zhou replied honestly: "I don't know."

Ji Huaqing shook his head: "It's too ingenious to work, but it's clumsy and far away. No matter how fine a painting is, if it doesn't have its own soul, it's still a dead thing."

Shi Zhou looked at Bai Yueguang's delicate and charming rose, and then at his own unpretentious sorrel.

It seems to understand, but also seems not to understand.

Ji Hua finished counting, and waved to him: "Come on, don't hang around here, go back and continue drawing your paintings."

Shi Zhou stood still, thinking over what the other party said just now, and felt that the other party seemed to be praising him.

He still had something to ask, so he plucked up his courage and said, "Teacher, do you think I can hold an art exhibition with my current level?"

Ji Huaqing was surprised: "At your current level, you still want to hold an art exhibition, relying on paying someone to look at it? Go back to the studio and draw a few hundred pieces!"

"..."

Shi Zhou took his painting and left dejectedly.

I just heard the other party say slowly from behind: "Practice hard, you've already got the hang of it."

Shi Zhou was happy again.

He called Lu Youyuan: "The professional teacher praised me today."

The person opposite seemed to have just come out of a noisy conference room, and said in a low tone, "What did you praise you for?"

Shi Zhou thought for a while: "Praise me for not being skilled in painting, praise me for not being beautiful or real..."

Lu Youyuan chuckled lightly: "Are you sure this is a compliment?"

"Of course it's more than that." When Shi Zhou heard him laugh, his mood also rose, "He even praised me for being enlightened!"

"The great painter of the future," Lu Youyuan sent back the department manager who had peeked out from the meeting room, and walked to a secluded corner, "When will you teach me how to draw?"

When Shi Zhou heard this, his face became hot, and he said obediently: "Then I will bring my painting tools when we meet next time."

"Then when is the next time we meet?" Lu Youyuan persuasively.

Shi Zhou counted with his fingers, and felt that it was not worthwhile to spend the full time with the other party during the class time: "Can this weekend be okay?"

"can."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Youyuan returned to the conference room to continue the rest of the meeting.

Before he got off work, he handed his secretary his full schedule, and crossed off the weekend business trip without hesitation.

The secretary looked at him and said, "Mr. Lu, you are going on a business trip to Binhai on Saturday and Sunday, and the project there is about to start."

Lu Youyuan: "Two more days."

What he said was simple, but delaying the process for two days would cost a huge sum of money.

Wan Dong pushed the door open and came in carelessly: "You just let him procrastinate, this man is just wanting to be dissatisfied, he can't see or eat."

It was rare for Lu Youyuan not to refute his words.

Seeing this, Wan Dong gasped in amazement: "I told you a long time ago not to be cowardly and go directly, you have to wait, now it's all over, I'm back to school, you are here alone in an empty room..."

The secretary was terrified when he heard that, and quickly slipped away with the schedule.

"Have you finished?" Lu Youyuan's tone couldn't hear a trace of turmoil, "When you're done, get out."

"Why are you in a hurry, I'm here to give you benefits."

Wan Dong mysteriously took out his mobile phone and showed it to Lu Youyuan: "See? A hot spring trip, a luxurious single-family villa, two days and two nights, my brother will book it for you now."

Lu Youyuan glanced at the phone lightly: "I don't know if he has time these two days."

"What else can students do on weekends besides eating, drinking and having fun?" Wan Dong winked.

This behavior is really clumsy, Lu Youyuan didn't want to use it at all.

But it is also possible to just go to the hot springs.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Shizhou told him a "bad news", and the other party said in a regretful tone: "Our counselor said that we will go to collect folk songs this weekend, and we will have to stay there for two weeks before returning."

"I'm sorry, I can't meet you to teach you how to draw." Shi Zhou said embarrassingly.

Lu Youyuan thought, he didn't really want to learn to draw, he was just looking for an excuse.

He asked Shi Zhou: "Where are you going?"

Shi Zhou named a city that was four or five hours away from the imperial capital by plane.

Now this season, the scenery there is just right for painting.

And this time, not only the oil painting department, but also the Chinese painting and animation majors, maybe they can have a fellowship, everyone in the class is very excited.

Only Shi Zhou didn't have any sense of expectation, on the contrary, he was a little depressed.

Shan Xia looked at the disappointed expression of the other party: "Don't you want to go to collect the wind?"

Shi Zhou didn't know either.

He has never been in the wind, and he has never gone out with his classmates. He just thinks that meeting Lu Youyuan is happier.

Shan Xia patted him: "It's impossible for you to be so autistic."

Shi Zhou was puzzled: "Am I autistic?"

"If you look like this, others will be afraid to confess their love to you." Shan Xia winked at him, "A few days ago, a girl asked me, do you get along well..."

Shi Zhou's face was serious: "I don't like girls."

Shan Xia was taken aback by his self-destructive speech, but quickly thought about it again: "I understand, after all, we are all engaged in art, and we cannot stick to one gender."

He asked curiously again, "Do you have someone you like?"

Shi Zhou nodded proudly.

Shan Xia suddenly thought of something: "Then, what is the relationship between you and that brother Lu who came to see you last time?"

Shi Zhou did not shy away: "He is the one I like."

"Ah." Shan Xia didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward.

He took a look, no one was paying attention here, and then gossiped: "Are you in 'that' relationship now?"

Shi Zhou couldn't help asking: "What kind of relationship is that?"

"That's it," Shan Xia lowered her voice, "Are you two in a relationship?"

Shi Zhou picked at the paint on his hand, inexplicably a little nervous: "Maybe... are you talking?"

Shan Xia was speechless: "Talking is talking, not talking is not talking, what does it mean to be talking?"

Unexpectedly, he would talk about his mental journey with a classmate he knew not long ago, Shi Zhou's voice gradually became quieter: "Because our situation is a bit special."

They didn't follow the normal love procedure at all.

Shi Zhou picked up the paintbrush at hand and sketched a familiar side face in just a few strokes. He said sullenly, "I haven't confessed my love to him yet."

"..."

Although Shan Xia is a mother-fetal single, there are many coquettish students around her, and those who are engaged in art are even more independent.

It is also rare for him to meet someone as innocent as Shi Zhou.

"Brother." Shan Xia supported his forehead, and pressed down the scribble pen in the other party's hand, "Why are you bothered about this?"

Shi Zhou was a little distressed: "Shouldn't I be entangled in this?"

"Forget it, let me change the question." Shan Xia slapped his head, "Then have you passed 'that'?"

"..."

"Which is this 'that'?"

Shan Xia simply said: "Did you all sleep?"

Shi Zhou nodded.

Shan Xia was shocked: "You are not a virgin anymore?"

Only then did Shi Zhou realize that what the other party asked was not the literal meaning of "sleep".

He choked on a mouthful of air and coughed hard.

Tears oozed from the corners of Shi Zhou's eyes, his face was flushed from coughing, and he waved his hands vigorously at Shan Xia. It took a long time before he calmed down, and said with extreme shame, "I am!"

Shan Xia let out an "ah".

Based on the daily life of the group of friends around him, he boldly said: "That's simple, you two sleep together, if it suits you, stay together, if it doesn't suit you, find the next one."

Shi Zhou never thought of such avant-garde things.

With a stern face, he said, "This is not good."

"What age is it, Shi Xiaozhou." Shan Xia tried to put on a very experienced look, "I think he likes you quite a bit, maybe if you seduce him a little, he will confess his love first."

Shi Zhou wanted to make it clear to the other party: "I don't want him to confess his love first..."

"I just couldn't find the right opportunity to say it."

Shi Zhou tangled his fingers, lowered his eyes, picked up the paintbrush again, rinsed it in clear water, dipped it in white, and then in red.

One stroke, two strokes, to trace the lip line of Lu Youyuan.

He watched the dots of color swell on the paper, he clearly wanted to tell Lu Youyuan about the whole universe in his heart, but he couldn't spit out any dust when he opened his mouth.

It's a bit frivolous to say that I like it, but I'm afraid that the other party will be heavy when I say love.

"My liking is very strong." Shi Zhou sorted out his mood and said seriously, "If you can't say it, then you can express it with actions."

Shan Xia said in a timely manner: "Then you should think about what actions you want to take during the two weeks of training."

Thinking of being separated from Lu Youyuan for two weeks, Shi Zhou's back, which was originally straight, suddenly collapsed.

Now he misses the days when he worked with Lu Youyuan in the company.

However, going to school also has its benefits. At least when his parents heard that he was going to go abroad to collect music, they no longer blocked him like before, and the degree of freedom was much higher.

Shi Zhou sent a message to Lu Youyuan for the last time on the plane, turned off the phone and leaned on the back of the seat, lost in thought.

The other party seems to be very busy, and he hasn't come to school to look for him since the last time.

Two students next door were talking in a low voice: "Do you know why the location of our collection has suddenly changed?"

"do not know."

"I heard that someone came to our department head specifically and said that he would sponsor us and let us stay in the hotel under his name for free. I heard that the scenery in that place is also good..."

Shi Zhou didn't care where he was going, it was the same to him anyway.

After getting off the plane, the counselor took the lead in finding the exclusive bus parked outside the airport. There was also a small refrigerator in the car, which contained various iced drinks.

Shan Xia took a bottle of Coke and handed it to Shi Zhou, and she also pulled the tab of the can, sighing: "The boss who sponsors us is really considerate."

The students of the oil painting department were suffocated on the plane for several hours, and they seemed very excited when they came out. Shi Zhou was sitting next to Shan Xia, and he still couldn't hear the other person's speech clearly.

He looked at the unanswered message on the phone and turned his head: "What did you just say?"

Shan Xia said in a trembling voice as if giving up: "I said, this boss has always taken a fancy to our department head! Otherwise, why is he so generous?"

He didn't lower his voice when he said this.

Just then the counselor got into the car, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Their young instructor turned green when he heard this, and said angrily: "The head of the department will be fifty this year, you really dare to think about it."

There was a roar of laughter in the car.

Shan Xia pulled Shi Zhou's sleeve and covered his face: "It's over, it's over, the instructor must not complain to the department head, I'm afraid he will tell me to pack up and go back to art history."

Shi Zhou didn't speak, he was staring at a certain place in a daze.

No one noticed that there was another person at the car door, Shi Zhou stared closely at the back reflected on the glass door.

The other party's formal attire was straight, and the tailored trousers lined up his slender legs. When he stood, his back was very straight. Just by looking at his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he felt elegant.

Shi Zhou had a bold idea in his mind.

Just as he was about to change to a front seat to take a closer look, the man got into the car.

It really was Lu Youyuan.