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The day after the spring outing.

In art class, Ruan Jing leaned against the easel with his spring outing homework in satisfaction, waiting for Old Xu to come and have a look.

Old Xu came late, still holding a stack of sketches in his hand, neatly sorting them out, and explained: "This is your homework for last year's spring outing, post it now, let's compare and see what progress has been made after a year."

Ruan Jing let out a "fuck" in his heart, showing a face that the end is approaching.

When Lao Xu put Ruan Jing's last year's painting in front of him, the two homework on the table were carved out like a mold.

Old Xu understood it at a glance, and said with a smirk: "It will save trouble."

Ruan Jing knew that his death was imminent, so he replied detachedly: "This year's scene shooting is as good as last year."

So before get out of class was over, Ruan Jing was kicked out of the studio, and went downstairs with the easel in a daze, and was punished to squat by the flower bed downstairs of the art building, and repainted the homework that he had painted twice based on his impressions.

Ruan Jing was cursing in his heart, and looked up at the art building. Old Xu was leaning on the railing drinking Coke, and waved to him with a smile.

Relying on the distance, he rolled his eyes at Old Xu, and cursed Xu Yan Wang in his heart, what the hell.

Cursing and scolding, Ruan Jing survived Xu Yan Wang's cruelty for a long time. He knew that if he didn't receive this punishment, he would be punished one after another, so he had to resign himself to painting.

The flower beds in front of the art building are shaded by trees and shaded by flowers and leaves, and the sunshine near noon is also very good. It is very comfortable to walk around in your free time.

But squatting in it and drawing... that taste is too uncomfortable.

After Ruan Jing shifted the weight of his body to the other foot for the fifth time, he finally couldn't squat anymore, his feet were so tired that he was dying, and he trembled slightly, but he couldn't reach the drawing board while sitting on the ground, he gritted his teeth , plopped and knelt down.

Kneeling like this, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his knees could also join the ranks of changing shifts, the height was just right, and his legs and feet were relaxed to a great extent, so he continued to draw in this face-sweeping posture.

Less than a moment after painting, a sneer suddenly came from not far away.

Ruan Jing turned his head and saw three old acquaintances walking towards him, the calmness on his face that abandoned his dignity for art finally cracked.

Lin Bai, Sun Qi and Qin Xijue were all carrying a bottle of water. It seemed that they had just come out of the supermarket and happened to pass by the Art Building.

The duo of bad friends laughed earth-shatteringly at his posture, and took out their mobile phones in a desperate manner, and took a few snaps from different angles.

Even Qin Xijue showed some pity.

Ruan Jing's dignity was not only swept away, but also immediately shattered to pieces. He stammered anxiously: "No, no, no, listen to my explanation..."

Unexpectedly, after kneeling for a long time, he lost feeling in his knees and couldn't even stand up. Before he could move his limbs with difficulty, the three of them had already walked in front of him.

Lin Bai pretended to be moved to wipe away tears, and patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement: "It's too miserable, brother Jing, is this dedicating oneself to art?"

Sun Qi also showed the seriousness of his poor acting skills, and shook his hand to express his respect: "If you have such a spirit on the road of art, you will become a master in the future."

The two looked at each other, laughed wildly again, and ran away shoulder to shoulder.

Ruan Jing scolded the two of them as wolf-hearted, looked back at the only normal person, and tried to explain: "Teacher Qin..."

Before he started talking, Qin Xijue silently put the water he bought beside him and left it for him. There was a silent sigh in his eyes, and he reached out and gently touched the back of his head with a hint of approval and encouragement. Then he left with the two of them.

Ruan Jing stared dumbfounded at the backs of the three leaving, thinking that Mr. Qin knew how to joke without a teacher.

As a result, his strike knee still couldn't leave the ground, and the more he knelt, the more stiff he became. The three of them left mercilessly, and no one came to help him.

What's more terrible is that Qin Xijue's fingertips touched the iced water, and with the lingering chill, it touched his skin as cool as jade, and stayed on the back of his neck.

My mind was distracted by the lingering touch, and ran wildly for a while.

Old Xu passed by, glanced at the part he painted when he was in a trance, and said impatiently: "Redraw."

Ruan Jing angrily threw the paintbrush on Old Xu's face—in his own imagination.

In reality, he was only silent for a few seconds, and then calmly changed the drawing paper, so well-behaved that he was almost cowardly——

"Ok."

This time, Ruan Jing was kneeling on his knees until the painting was completed. Qin Xijue, who was called to rescue him, helped Ruan Jing into the taxi home. Since then, he has left an indelible shadow in his heart.

For a long time to come, as soon as he saw Lao Xu, he immediately made a detour and scrambled away.

However, the impression of horror is not easy to get rid of. He woke up many times during the lunch break between classes, muttering "I'm wrong, I don't want to kneel and draw", and then looked around in shock, only to see Qin Xijue's indescribable expression.

When I met Lao Xu face to face again, it was early summer.

Old Xu was wearing a wrinkled shirt, and he was so busy that he looked irritable. He walked up to the art building in three steps and two steps. Wherever he went, it was like a low-pressure crossing, and he was about to bump into Ruan Jing head-on.

The other party walked aggressively, and it was too late for Ruan Jing to hide, so he turned sideways and lowered his eyes, praying that Lao Xu would walk past him without looking sideways.

Unexpectedly, God was too lazy to answer his prayers. When old Xu Guang saw him, his pace suddenly stopped as if he was in a hurry.

Ruan Jing stared at the person silently for a few seconds.

In school, it was recognized that Old Xu was good-looking. Among the happy and fat middle-aged married male teachers at school, he stood out as the face of the school.

But his usual appearance is only stuck on the passing line of appearance, and he refuses to spend any extra effort.He often stays up late to leave dark circles under his eyes, his crumpled shirt is covered with multicolored paint, and his bad temper all the year round makes his brows look a bit hostile. Even when he smiles, it makes people panic.

This face was ruined.

The youngest and most powerful art teacher in the school really doesn't have a sense of art, and it's hard to look up at a glance.

At this time, the irritability on Old Xu's face hadn't faded away, and he suddenly smiled at Ruan Jing, and for no reason a ferocious wave rushed towards his face.

Ruan Jing's legs softened and he almost knelt down. He hurriedly poured beans frankly: "Teacher, I made a mistake in yesterday's homework. I can correct it again..."

"Shut up," Old Xu said patiently, as if he felt that he didn't know what was good, so he simply put away his smile, "Boy, you have something good to do, just wait and have fun."

After speaking, it turned into a colorful flag waving in the wind, and hurried away.

Ruan Jing stood there dumbfounded.

The good thing that Old Xu said?He has already started silently counting the date of his own death.

But if there is any major event in the near future, it should be the art festival of No. [-] Middle School.

The Art Festival of the No. [-] Middle School is held every three years, providing students with a stage to show off. There are various forms of competition, and a hundred flowers bloom. Everyone can sign up. It is nicknamed the school’s Little Spring Festival Gala by students.

As an art teacher, Lao Xu is probably busy with this recently.

But it's none of my business, I'm an art student, I can't sing or dance.

Ruan Jing thought so at the time.

three days later.

The bell for class in the afternoon rang, and Ruan Jing was just about to slowly wake up from the warm spring sun when he was suddenly forcibly shaken awake by someone incomprehensible.

He opened his eyes dissatisfied, and seeing that it was Qin Xijue, his anger disappeared immediately after getting up.

Qin Xijue was a little surprised: "Why are you still here?"

The class bell hadn't finished ringing in his ears, mixed with the laughter of students pouring into the classroom, Ruan Jing squinted his eyes in the comfortable sunshine, and shook his sleepy head, not quite understanding Qin Xijue's words : "Huh? Where else can I go..."

Qin Xijue hesitated to speak, looked down at the time, frowned, grabbed him immediately, and walked out the door.

A summer afternoon nap makes people drowsy, and the oncoming gusts of wind are warm and pleasant, making Ruan Jing even more drowsy, and he just wants to continue falling into a gentle dreamland.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xijue pulled him to walk quickly, and the students who rushed to the classroom through the checkpoint, walked faster and faster until they started running.

Ruan Jing's face against the wind was still sleepy and confused, Qin Xijue led him out of the teaching building, and he regained consciousness: "Mr. Qin, where are you going? Class is on! "

Qin Xijue looked back at him while running, a little helpless: "Didn't you read the notice? You listen to the radio."

Ruan Jing was stunned for a moment before he noticed the sound of the radio floating above his head. His name was being broadcast on the radio, asking him to rush to the school auditorium, and repeated loops, hovering between teaching buildings.

Ruan Jing's drowsiness was more than half awakened by fright. With such a big posture, what did he do wrong?

So Qin Xijue is rushing to take him to accept criticism?

"Wait a minute," Ruan Jing fell back and braked forcefully, "No, what's going on, let me understand..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two of them stopped, Ruan Jing noticed that they had already arrived outside the auditorium.

The school auditorium is always open for important ceremonies, and it is not used a few times in a semester. It is deserted and deserted on weekdays, only fallen leaves and sparrows patronize.

It was surprisingly lively today, before entering the auditorium, there was a huge crowd of people around, gathered groups of students from various schools, different school uniforms were intertwined, which made him dizzy for a while.

A man brushed aside the chattering students and walked towards him aggressively.

It was Old Xu, staring at him with cold brows.

The rest of Ruan Jing's drowsiness was scared away, and he turned around to run, thinking that King Xu Yan would take the life of a dog, so he really didn't want to wait until the fifth watch.

Unexpectedly, his wrist was still in Qin Xijue's hand, he tugged and did not move.

The big guy didn't seem to know the seriousness of the matter, and he was a little strange: "Where are you going?"

Listening to the footsteps behind him, Ruan Jing slowly revealed a look of despair.

When Lao Xu walked in front of him, he actually wore a formal suit like a dog, and was forced to tidy up the business place a little, and immediately became a proper school face.

At this time, Lao Xu and Qin Xijue were standing together, one in formal attire that was straight and bohemian, and the other in school uniform that was loose and upright, which had already attracted the attention of the surrounding students.

If it was normal, Ruan Jing would also appreciate this pleasing scene, but at this time, he desperately reduced his sense of existence.

What kind of scene is this? Why is he alone in the mist?

Old Xu's expression was not very good, he hurriedly looked up and down Ruan Jing, and frowned: "Where did you go... What kind of rags are you wearing? School uniform, go and change."

Ruan Jing thought that this criticism was quite delicate, not only did he have to wear a school uniform, but he also had to execute the punishment publicly in front of other schools.

Qin Xijue didn't wait for him to ask questions, as if he knew the urgency better than him, he hurriedly pulled people away.

Ruan Jing was dragged into a cubicle in the bathroom of the auditorium.

Just as he was about to speak, Qin Xijue started to unbutton his school uniform shirt, looking down at him.

"Get off quickly."

Ruan Jing was so shocked by the tiger-wolf words that he leaned back, stuck his whole body against the door panel, and blurted out a sentence: "You don't have to be so proactive..."

Qin Xijue raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what this man was thinking. His slender fingers unbuttoned his shirt to his chest, revealing his well-shaped collarbone: "Do you still remember that this semester started and you participated in the drawing competition in the city?" ?”

Ruan Jing almost forgot about it, but when he mentioned it now, he vaguely guessed something, and silently raised his head to look at Qin Xijue and the rest.

Qin Xijue calmly announced: "You have won the award, and the award will be presented soon."

Ruan Jing slowly opened his eyes wide and became dull for a few seconds. For a moment, he didn't know whether to shock Qin Xijue undressing in front of him, or to shock himself that he won the award.

The turbulent emotions came late, there were unbelievable surprises, and there was also a growing greed for the person in front of him. The two shocks made him stay where he was, as if his brain was overloaded and he couldn't make any response.

Qin Xijue quickly handed him the proofreading, the dim light in the cubicle dazzled on the beautiful body lines, every inch wanted him to leave it with a paintbrush immediately.

Qin Xijue looked at the person who was still standing there in confusion: "You don't want a bonus anymore?"

Hearing the word bonus, Ruan Jing came back to life on the spot, jumped up and took off his short sleeves, and took Qin Xijue's school jacket in a dizzy manner.

His thoughts gradually revived before he realized how ambiguous the scene was.

The cubicle was already small, and there were two boys standing with long arms and legs, so it was a bit crowded.

The two of them changed their clothes together, and it was inevitable that their naked limbs would be touched, and their breathing would be a little unstable due to the movement, and the warmth would inevitably fall on Ruan Jing's skin, causing a sensitive itch.

This itch also itch in the heart.

From the corner of his eyes, Ruan Jing took advantage of Qin Xijue, and looked away impatiently, thinking to himself, it's really exciting.

But after thinking about it, how could this first experience of undressing with someone I like happen in such a broken scene.

Qin Xijue finished changing in silence, and opened the door of the compartment without looking at the people around him.

The moment he stepped forward, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the blue veins on the back of his hand slowly disappeared.

Ruan Jing glanced at Qin Xijue who was wearing his own clothes, and thought it was a bit novel. This short-sleeved dress looked a little too big when he wore it, but Qin Xijue just fit it on, and it looked pretty good. He couldn't help but praise it in his heart. It's a hanger.

Ruan Jingla tugged at the clothes on his body, not noticing that Qin Xijue had been silent all this time, he suddenly remembered about the prize money, and thought that it was a beauty that deceived others, so he hurriedly asked: "How many prizes did I win? How much is the third prize?" ?”

It's not that he underestimated himself, he was surprised when he saw almost all the schools in the city, so he probably won the third prize by himself.

Qin Xijue turned around, looked at the man who was disheveled and started to think about the bonus, raised his hand to straighten his collar, and finally played with his hair that was flying around: "...you can see for yourself, and you will be happy when you say it." No more surprises."

Ruan Jing was immersed in the successive shocks, and happily imagined the bonus, but he didn't notice how gentle Qin Xijue's movements and eyes were, and the two's postures were also very intimate.

Until there was a whistle at the door.

The two turned back.

Lu Song leaned against the door frame and smiled meaningfully: "I'm busy, so I didn't bother you."

Ruan Jingqi was surprised: "Why are you everywhere?"

Lu Song's smile remained unabated: "How can I miss the emotional exchange between High A and No. [-] Middle School?"

Qin Xijue tidied up the people, ignored Lu Song, and only said to Ruan Jing: "It's about to start."

Ruan Jing came back to his senses, greeted Lu Song, and ran to the backstage of the auditorium in despair.

As soon as Ruan Jing left, the atmosphere between Lu Song and Qin Xijue fell silent for a few seconds.

Qin Xijue came out, Lu Song put his shoulder on his shoulder, pretended to hesitate to speak, and sighed three times: "Old Qin, I don't know whether to ask or not to ask something."

Qin Xijue didn't give face to his friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time: "If you know it's inappropriate to ask, don't ask."

Lu Song didn't care either, and was busy saying hello to the people going to the auditorium while walking.

Until the two entered the auditorium and stood in the back row, the awards ceremony had come to an end.

The three first prize winners, five second prize winners and five third prize winners on the stage took a group photo.

Ruan Jing was standing in the middle, holding the first prize trophy in his hand, with a dazed face, and the crease marks of sleeping on his face.

With sharp eyes, Ruan Jing immediately found Qin Xijue in the crowd, and cast a shocked and help-seeking look at him.

Qin Xijue couldn't help but nodded slightly, the smile on his lips seemed to be watching from the other side.

Lu Song, who was watching the whole process, coughed, couldn't hold back his speculations, and said again: "Old Qin, there is something wrong with you."

Qin Xijue ignored him.

However, after all, it is the old fox Lu Song, who is much smarter than Lin Bai, and does not need any obvious evidence to point him out. Only from Qin Xijue's different attitude from the past, he can smell the love of his friend.

Lu Song hesitated, and tentatively joked: "You can't do this, I'll teach you how to chase people..."

Qin Xijue interrupted lightly: "Do you want me to count the number of times you have been dumped?"

Lu Song was choked, and not to be outdone, he replied, "Why don't you count the number of times I've been confessed!" After speaking, he realized that Qin Xijue didn't refute, and couldn't help being a little surprised, "So, are you serious?"

Qin Xijue's eyes were still on someone on the stage, he saw Lao Xu patted Ruan Jing's shoulder appreciatively, Ruan Jing shivered suddenly...

The smile in his eyes deepened, and he just responded lightly: "Yes."

As if struck by lightning, Lu Song looked at Ruan Jing in shock, and then looked at his friends around him in disbelief. The word "fuck" kept swiping the screen in his heart, and he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Ruan Jing floated out of the auditorium as if stepping on a cloud, fireworks were going off in his mind, the previous dazed look was gone, and happy little stars kept shining in his eyes.

He held a heavy trophy in his hand, and the first prize was clearly engraved on the trophy.

First prize!Before, he couldn't even imagine winning a prize.

Recalling the moment when he received the trophy on the podium of the auditorium where the flashing lights gathered, it was an affirmation of all his efforts in the past, and he was simply delighted.

Qin Xijue and Lu Song stood talking not far outside the auditorium, and then turned their heads to watch him jogging over happily.

Lu Song patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and praised: "Little friend, you are really good."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ruan Jing feels that Lu Song's smile has a deep meaning.

But the scene was too chaotic, and he was too happy, so he didn't have time to think about it.

With a huge bonus in his pocket, Ruan Jing waved his hand like a nouveau riche: "Let's go, I invite you to dinner."

Lu Song, who never misses Cengfan, immediately agreed happily: "That's kind..."

Qin Xijue glanced at him, and Lu Song immediately followed up, "But the awards ceremony is over, I have to lead the team back to school, hey, what a coincidence..."

When it came to the end, Lu Song was a little aggrieved, he hesitated to speak and glanced at Ruan Jing, and finally he could only trot away.

Ruan Jing was immersed in joy, and didn't care what was wrong with it. He dragged Qin Xijue to mix with the students from other schools, and went out of the school together.

Qin Xijue didn't disappoint and reminded the two of them that their behavior was skipping class.

Ruan Jing spent most of the day in a fog, and he didn't know what happened until he talked with Qin Xijue during the meal.

The art festival in Ruan Jing's cognition is only the night when the competition is actually held.

In fact, No. [-] Middle School has the strongest art teachers and talent output in the city. The art festival is naturally not like an ordinary party, and there is even an opening ceremony.

It's just that this opening ceremony was not a crowd-pleaser, it was only held in the auditorium, and only the art teachers and school leaders participated.

What he didn't even know was that the award ceremony of the city-level high school painting competition was also entrusted to No. [-] Middle School and held together with the opening ceremony of the art festival.

Being able to accept the award in the auditorium of No. [-] Middle School, a strong art school, means that the award-winning works can be hung in the gallery of No. [-] Middle School Art Building and displayed until the next art festival.

This opportunity and honor to be out of the circle has been given full attention.

This time, Lao Xu posted the award-winning information in advance in the studio group. Ruan Jing also remembered that someone was crazy about @自己, but he thought it was another gag, a fighting picture contest, so he didn't reply immediately.

Later, I kept forgetting and missed the information.