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After the opening ceremony of the art festival, the gallery on the first floor of the art building was replaced with all the winning works of the painting competition.

From the opening ceremony to the end of the art festival, the No. [-] High School Gallery is open to outside schools. Students from other schools can register at the doorman with their student ID and enter the school to visit the gallery.

The art gallery in the art building displays excellent works of teachers and students. Usually, only art students and passers-by who don't know what to do, come and see those few paintings. After a long time, it becomes deserted.

Now that the award-winning section has been replaced with new paintings, interested art students from various schools have come to visit. Although there are not many people, it is not considered lively, but it is more crowded than usual.

The two girls, who were wearing A college uniforms, hugged each other intimately, and they leaned in front of a painting of the first prize, chatting excitedly and in a low voice, their expressions and discussions were full of admiration.

One of the girls was talking, and took out her mobile phone to take a picture, and she still joked with her sister: "I guess, the person who drew this picture must be a handsome guy who is gentle and bookish... I see through his You can feel it when you draw~”

Her little sisters joked together: "You are the only one who knows men by looking at pictures."

The girl laughed with a bit of seriousness: "Really, look, this line and composition, light and shadow processing... are skillful and thoughtful, hey, I don't know how to praise it."

The girl was infatuated with nympho, and her little sister wanted to see who this gentle and bookish author was, so she couldn't help but look down for the author's name under the painting, and hadn't pronounced those two words——

Suddenly, I heard a distasteful babble around me.

The two girls turned their heads together and found that there was an extra boy beside them.

The boy probably just woke up, with dark circles under his sleepy face, and no intention of tidying up his raised hair, probably because he is afraid of the heat, one trouser leg is rolled up to his knees, and the other trouser leg is still sloppy with some paint.

Although she is good-looking, such a rough appearance is too detrimental to admiration...

He was gnawing on a popsicle stick and looking at the painting, with obvious disgust on his face, and his mouth began to criticize: "It's not as good as what you said, this painting...is not very good, your boasting skills are just a cover-up Clever with insufficient abilities, tsk...immature..."

The girl was startled by the sudden uproar, and recognized the student from No. [-] Middle School by the color of the school pants.

The visitor was immersed in his own world, talking to himself, staring blankly at the paintings and continuing to pick and choose: "...What do you think about this place, your brain is not very bright..."

The two girls looked at each other, thinking that this person was either a low-level strike-up, or he was driven crazy by competition from the same school.

No matter what it is, coupled with the appalling appearance of this man, the two girls are somewhat disdainful.

The girl who praised repeatedly before snorted not to be outdone, and retorted back: "Anyone can talk while standing. If you have the ability to hang your painting on this board, it smells sour."

The boy finally stopped looking at the painting, and turned around in shock, as if he didn't hear clearly: "...What? Who am I hurting?"

The girl automatically attributed his surprise to the embarrassment of being punctured, proudly raised her chin, and said, "Although I have never seen this author or your paintings, I can be sure that he is more than You are strong."

After speaking, he unilaterally declared his victory, and left with his sisters. Before leaving, he looked him up and down, showing a look of accusing waste of money.

Looking at the backs of the two girls leaving, Ruan Jing slowly bit the tasteless popsicle into pieces.

Under the moving work behind him, his own name is written.

Ruan Jing scratched his head curiously, hey, I'm sour on myself.

But having said that, it's understandable to be hated for rashly evaluating the work. What happened to the disgusted look when he left?

Ruan Jing thought about it for a long time, then looked back at Qin Xijue who was watching the whole process under the steps, and he could not help laughing.

He walked over suspiciously, and glanced at himself through the reflection of the glass in the gallery: "Is there something wrong with me? It looks pretty neat."

With a respectful attitude, Qin Xijue looked at him carefully from beginning to end, and confirmed that he was more neat than the colorful flag-like old Xu, so he replied sincerely: "No, it's the same as usual."

He didn't lie, this was indeed Ruan Jing's state when he was addicted to painting.

And I'm used to seeing him like this, he is quite real and cute.

Ruan Jingjing nodded, Qin Xijue said no problem, then it must be no problem.

He turned his head to look at his painting, and after a while, he frowned slightly: "To be honest, is this painting really going to hang here for three years? It's a bit embarrassing."

Qin Xijue walked to his side and looked at the painting together: "It is naturally qualified to hang in this position."

After receiving Qin Xijue's affirmation, Ruan Jing shook his head. He didn't need to be comforted, but said seriously: "No, I'm not underestimating myself. After I won the award that day, I went home and drew this painting again. Only then did I realize that it was really..." He pondered in distress how to describe it, "It's really...too little practice, lacking in every aspect."

After the initial excitement of winning the award, he also took a closer look at other award-winning works.

In addition to him, the three first prize winners are a brother from the third year of high school and a student from high school A.

He is much more mature than himself in both aspects, especially that senior brother, he has seen his works several times before - it is indeed appropriate to be the idol of the whole studio.

And I was only a little better than the second prize, presumably because he was too young to be accepted, and he couldn't make up for the poor one, so he simply pushed him to the first prize.

He was sober, knowing that he was indeed far behind.

Qin Xijue couldn't help turning his head to look at the people around him, with some surprise in his eyes.

It was only two days ago that Ruan Jing won the award. Unexpectedly, this person did not immerse himself in joy for too long, nor did he stop introspecting, and immediately carried out a review.

Being able to find out the problem shows that the current level has made great progress compared with the beginning of school.

Ruan Jing looked at his own painting in the glass window, and the light of the display stand was reflected by the glass wall into his eyes, showing a clear and bright focus.

This person always maintains an undiminished enthusiasm for the things he loves, and has no distractions when indulging in them. This also constitutes a picture scroll that is not inferior to any work in the eyes of onlookers.

For the first time in his life, Qin Xijue was so attracted by another person that he couldn't move his eyes.

Among the many expressions of love, the word "like" is not trivial. It is appreciation and praise, a firm preference, and it is the favorite that only looks at one person in thousands of situations in the world.

In his heart, Ruan Jing is worthy of all the beautiful words.

Not only because of my liking, but also because he is shining.

Qin Xijue suddenly said, "Can you give me the painting you drew?"

Ruan Jing came back to his senses, the people around him were looking at him seriously, he couldn't help but touch his head: "Ah, of course, it's just a practice, but what do you want it to do, or I will draw it for you again A..."

Why is this boss so sudden, but this is because Qin Xijue took the initiative to ask him for a painting, if he knew that he would paint more carefully!

After getting the consent, Qin Xijue didn't look at him again, and cast his eyes on the painting in the window: "It's okay, just take this one."

In addition to the shape presented on the paper, every stroke of the painting contains the painstaking efforts and energy of the painter.It turns out that Ruan Jing has been busy these days into a low-profile version of the bunting because of this painting.

Ruan Jing is not the only one who likes to collect other people's things.

Besides, he thought the painting was beautiful.

Ruan Jing stared blankly at the smile on Qin Xijue's lips—this person seemed to be looking forward to it.

Feeling at a loss for no reason, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice, happier than when I won the award.

He decided to go back and try to button up the painting again.

After the opening ceremony of the art festival, No. [-] Middle School entered the countdown to the small Spring Festival Gala on campus, and the carnival kicked off.

The festival aims to provide a stage for students to showcase, and anyone can sign up to participate.

Individuals or groups, or even cross-class teams, as long as they pass the primary election, they can enter the final auditorium stage.

No. [-] Middle School is a strong school for the arts, and every art festival is dominated by art students. People in ordinary classes don't want to go to the same stage to deliver food unless they have some special skills.

But the atmosphere is enough to ignite the joy of the whole people. If you can't go to the big stage, you can't play the primary election?

There are recordings and broadcasts of the primary election, at least I can show my face on the school's official website, and after graduation, there will be topics to brag about at every class reunion.

After Ruan Jing's art class stabilized, he focused on the culture class.

After the Spring Festival Gala, there will be an exam. I spent a lot of thought on painting before, and then I turned to this side to make up for it.

Anyway, except for the night of going to the finals, the artistic atmosphere that permeated the whole school was fine for him.

That's what he thought when the bad friend duo approached him.

Ruan Jing's thoughts were knotted in the proof questions, and after experiencing panic, heart ashes, and enlightenment, his frowning brows finally relaxed—finally finished writing.

He raised his head, and was about to let out a long sigh of relief when he saw Lin Bai and Sun Qi standing at the table looking at him, smiling very obsequiously, and they could tell that the water in their stomachs was rotten at a glance.

Ruan Jing didn't wait for anyone to speak, thoughtfully: "Wait a minute, when was the last time I saw you with this expression?"

Lin Bai kindly reminded: "Basketball game."

Oh, I was a substitute that made up the numbers.

Ruan Jing understood, and nodded calmly.

However, in the next second, he suddenly jumped up and left his seat, and fled towards the back door. The action was not unpleasant.

Unexpectedly, the two onlookers had been prepared for a long time. The moment he moved a little, they immediately flew towards him tacitly.

The master's fight happened in an instant, and Ruan Jing was supported by two people and pushed back to his seat.

Ruan Jing tried to struggle, and accused angrily: "Two fights and one fight are interesting, you wait for my name to be Qin Xijue, and we will have an evenly matched battle..."

"Then what the hell is evenly matched?" Lin Bai grabbed his hands in horror, and ordered at Sun Qi, "Take his phone away! Summon the ssr and we're done!"

The three of them jumped up and down and became a ball.

Ten minutes later, the three collapsed on the backs of their chairs exhausted.

Ruan Jing stretched his long legs and kicked the chair in the front row: "Tell me, what are you going to do this time?"

Lin Bai immediately recovered his vitality: "Let's form a team to go to the preliminary round to have fun, once every three years, and the colonel's official website!"

When Ruan Jing heard this, he wanted to run away again, but because he had no strength, he could only stare at others: "Dear students, please think about it, I am an art student - I am a painter, forget about the basketball game last time." , Now I’m also looking for the number of people who will debut, please find something that matches my skills and invite me?”

When it came to the basketball game, Lin Bai felt aggrieved: "Last time you played basketball with Brother Sun, why can't you form a band with me this time?"

Ruan Jing let out a "hoo": "If you have to go around like this, next time I participate in a competition, you come to draw with me?"

Sun Qi took it for granted: "We'll be your models, and we'll make money!"

Ruan Jing was not fooled: "That must be my battle alone."

Lin Bai: "Our figure has already participated in your painting!"

Ruan Jing played magic with magic: "Then it's fine if I support your debut spiritually."

Lin Bai: "..."

This matter was not discussed on the day.

After a few days, Ruan Jing found out that this festival really involved the participation of all the people.

When I was young, I was reluctant to perform at family gatherings, but when I grew up, I suddenly became enlightened, and everyone rushed to sign up to show their talents, whether they were forcibly discovered for temporary business or not.

Until those who sang out of tune in the class signed up for solo singing, and those who walked in square formation signed up for hip-hop dance, Ruan Jing was amazed, and agreed under the hard-wondering of the two bad friends.

The three of them acted immediately and went to the art building to apply for a practice classroom.

Lin Bai sat on the chair with his guitar in his arms, and played out a string of clear notes: "It's not me playing, but with the tacit understanding between the three of us, maybe we can pass the primary election."

Sun Qi was adjusting the strings of the bass: "That's for sure, we are different from those impromptu bands formed by sharing the same bed."

Ruan Jing listened to the fantasies of the two, and didn't want to go along with it at all.However, both of them were excited and serious, so it would be bad if they were loose.

He didn't know any instruments, and was pushed into the position of lead singer in a dizzy way.

Standing in front of the microphone, I felt that it was outrageous, and I couldn't help asking again: "Is this okay, my singing level is at best not out of tune."

He has already become the lead singer. This band is really not going to be successful. It is estimated that it will blow out the candle and disband on the spot in a short time.

Lin Bai is very confident: "We don't fight for the level, we have to show tacit understanding!"

An hour of applying for a practice room is quickly over.

The three walked out of the practice room in disgrace.

After a few seconds of silence, Lin Bai couldn't help it anymore: "Brother Sun, why are you so fast and slow!"

Sun Qi was picked on, and replied unceremoniously: "Hey, I'm not proficient, I haven't played it for a long time, and you have played it wrong a few times, right?"

The two looked at Ruan Jing again: "Brother Jing, which song did you sing?"

Ruan Jing: "..." Isn't it the one you chose!

This hour successfully uncovered the fig leaf, revealing their little tacit understanding.

However, the two of them didn't give up just yet. Anyway, apart from studying, they were motivated to persevere in everything.

Ruan Jing agreed to the two of them to participate in the primary election, and did not neglect, taking an hour out of his drawing time to practice with the two of them.

There are too many people signing up for the art festival, and the various musical instrument practice rooms in the art building are almost full every day, and there are no seats left even if you arrive late.

Ruan Jing had no choice but to take people to Mingde Building to practice, but found that the small building was no longer a quiet place. As soon as he stepped into it, all kinds of magic sounds chased each other, as if they were fighting, it was unbearably ear-piercing.

Ruan Jing really didn't expect that even his small dilapidated building fell, so he hurriedly applied for a door lock from Lao Xu on the grounds of protecting the plaster statue, so he could keep his nest.

However, those magic sounds are really endless.

Most of the students who come to Mingde Building to practice are ordinary class students who can't get the practice room.

When Ruan Jing was painting, he was forced to listen to the total loss sound quality in all directions, and all the lines on the drawing paper were drawn crookedly.

Ruan Jing was furious, and even recorded a noise and sent it to Qin Xijue to feel it together.

Qin Xijue asked him to consider it as a wake-up alarm.

Ruan Jing: "..."

Who knows the next day.

A melodious and melodious violin was suddenly inserted into those magic sounds, and the sound was like a lingering silky ribbon, graceful and winding in the smog, and stood out again.

The other instruments seemed to be gradually ashamed, but also seemed not to be disturbed, and their voices were a little lower.

It is like a pleasant wind, washing away the turbidity of the whole building.

It's "Midnight Serenade".

Ruan Jingru's ears suddenly became clear when he heard the fairy music, and the depression in his chest that was stirred up by the magic sound gradually dissipated.

Just about to praise which hero came to rescue him, he suddenly received a message from Qin Xijue.

"What else do you want to hear?"

Ruan Jing let out a "shit" in his heart, thinking that Boss Qin really has so many skills, he was shocked and asked: "Can you still order songs? Is he so professional?"

Qin Xijue: "I learned it when I was a child, and only a few songs are fixed. If you want to listen to others, I will learn."

Ruan Jing laughed: "Would you like to repeat the single just now?"

Ruan Jing stretched himself out, listening to the sound of the violin in the musical instrument room upstairs, and the player seemed to be standing by the window.

If he was in a hurry to find someone, it would make the atmosphere less beautiful. He accepted the kindness, enjoyed the song, and continued to draw.

A fallen leaf was blown by the gentle wind in the afternoon, gently brushed over the strings of the violin by the window sill, then floated downstairs and landed on Ruan Jing's drawing board.

He picked it up, looked at it, and put the leaf into the book.

Ruan Jing was also concerned about the primary election, after all, the other two were preparing very seriously.

It is difficult to apply for the practice room, and it is inevitable to practice more after applying, and Ruan Jing's painting homework has also fallen behind.

However, the art building and Mingde building were too noisy, and it was not decent to paint in the classroom, so I followed Qin Xijue to the bar to practice.

Annoyed by the magic sound, the jazz music in the bar has become pure and clear.

He nestled in a corner of the bar, where a desk lamp was placed alone, while he was drawing, humming their competition song.

When there were few people, he would practice in front of the microphone on stage. Qin Xijue actually learned the piece and was able to use the violin to accompany his song. The two successfully collaborated several times.

It's just that people who concentrate on playing the violin in the dim light and shadow will always make Ruan Jing sing a few wrong words, unintentionally getting him a glance.

Even the guy at the bar praised: "Is this something I can listen to for free?"

Although he was wearing a serious friend filter, Ruan Jing was very happy with his support.