Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

There are still a few days before the award-winning works of the Jinlu Cup are announced, and He Yu cannot see He Shu's works from the Internet.

Even he couldn't see it, and neither could anyone else.

In order to confirm the authenticity of this news, He Yu got up early the next day and went to the school studio. Quande High School is the best noble high school in the local area, and the studio is specially opened for art students.

He Yu knew that in order to complete the work, He Shu would come to the school studio during the day and go home to create at night.

During the past few days of the competition, He Yu was even more elusive. Even though the two were in the same class, He Yu rarely saw He Shu's shadow.

If anyone has seen He Shu's works, it must be someone close to him or a classmate in the studio.

The sky was bright, and the blue color was like light ink in the water, swimming on the top of the trees, and a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.

He Yu walked in a hurry, didn't put on his coat, stood at the door for a long time, and unconsciously shrank his arms.

During the morning reading time, art students can stay in the classroom, or they can choose to come to the studio to practice painting. Chen Qingqing is a party who has never changed for thousands of years.

Holding her sketchbook, she came to the studio as usual. At the door of the classroom, which was usually empty, there was a handsome young man wandering around.

He seemed to be looking for something, and when he saw her inadvertently, his eyes lit up.

Chen Qingqing had never seen him and didn't know him, so he took two steps forward with some hesitation, and took out the key to open the door.

The young man was a little embarrassed, and after a long time of deliberation, he whispered: "Excuse me, are you a classmate in this studio?"

There was no one else here except her, Chen Qingqing inserted the key into the lock, turned the door and turned to look at him: "Yes, what's wrong?"

The boy is thin, but has big eyes, cat-like face, oval face, and delicate facial features like anime characters.

He smiled at her, looking very shy: "I am a student of Teacher Yan Xun, I want to come here to get familiar with the studio environment, and I plan to practice painting here in the future."

Yan Xun, a leading figure in the painting world, many teachers in colleges and universities are his favorite students, but no one who learns painting has never heard of his name.

Chen Qingqing's eyes were slightly subtle for a moment: "It turns out that I am a student of Teacher Yan. Hello, my name is Chen Qingqing, and I am in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High."

The young man reached out and shook her briefly, with a gentle smile and a very friendly smile: "Hello, my name is He Yu."

The two walked into the studio, and the whole classroom was very spacious, facing a huge floor-to-ceiling window, with excellent lighting, plaster statue models were scattered in the lockers against the wall, and the rest of the place was the students' easels, drawing utensils, and stools .

Chen Qingqing briefly introduced the studio to him: "This is equivalent to a self-study room. There are many people who come to practice painting. You have to find a good location in advance. The opening hours are from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm."

Out of the corner of her eye, she secretly looked at He Yu. The boy didn't know it, and concentrated on looking at the environment. When he saw one of the easels, he groaned:

"That belongs to my brother, I'll just find a place next to him."

He Yu walked over in two or three steps, and on the wooden easel, wrote a small calligraphy, round and lovely.

The students in the studio are basically familiar. He Shu is like a big boss in the studio. When choosing a position, everyone takes pride in being able to get close to him and rub his aura.

Chen Qingqing used to be one of those people who wanted to gain luck, but now she has a complicated mood: "Are you He Shu's younger brother?"

He Yu nodded vigorously: "My brother is very good at drawing, and I want to learn from him."

The tone is full of admiration.

"I heard about you from Mr. Yan before." Chen Qingqing put the sketchbook aside and sat on her chair, she lowered her head, "Perhaps, He Shu is not worth learning for you."

He Yu was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding: "Since you also know Mr. Yan, you should have heard of his praise of my brother. Why do you say that?"

Chen Qingqing propped her hands on the edge of the chair, her toes dangling, shrugged: "You will know sooner or later."

The morning light dyed the whole studio light gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the light and shadow were cut and scattered, forming irregular shapes.

Like all the best brothers in the world, He Yu has firm trust in He Shu. He smiled and said:

"My brother will always be my best role model. We also participated in the Jinlu Cup together. With his level, he will definitely win the first place."

Chen Qingqing has heard these words too many times. Among the art candidates, He Shu is like a god, and he can be blown out by the teachers.

In the past, she also admired, envied, and even had jealousy.

But after witnessing that incident with her own eyes, she felt that all this was ridiculous.

Seeing that He Yu was as stupid as she was before, she couldn't hold back, and blurted out: "So what if I got the first place? That's not his level either!"

He Yu looked at her blankly and shocked, a little angry, "You don't even know how hard he worked for the competition, how can you say that about him?!"

How could there be such a naive, blindly trusting, ignorant person in the world?

Chen Qingqing felt sad and ridiculous, and she became angry, and she said angrily: "Where did all his hard work go? Did he copy Yan Lao's works??"

She will never forget what she saw that day!

The author says:

I didn’t get stuck here on purpose, nor did I write it so short on purpose;

As explained before, I will travel far from Wednesday to Friday;

Write more this Saturday, scare you to death