After wearing the cannon fodder in the chronology

Yang Yurou also followed in the studio, watching Su An being a nympho, watching from all directions, holding his face and smiling, Xiao Wen was so angry that he wanted to do something but was afraid of disturbing Su An, so he glared at Yang Yurou, but These did not affect Yang Yurou's indulging in beauty at all.

Xiao Wen: "..." So, very angry!

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that Su An stopped writing, looked at his painting, and showed a satisfied smile. This should be his most satisfying painting so far.

Xiao Wen took Su An to dinner, and sent Su An back to the dormitory. Without Yang Yurou, a giant light bulb, Xiao Wen thought he could have a farewell kiss, but Yang Yurou kept staring at Su An, Su An Ann is not ashamed at all.

Yang Yurou and Xiao Wen looked at each other with disgust.

"Hmph!" The two snorted coldly at the same time, then turned around and left, and met again at the school gate.

Xiao Wen: "..."

Yang Yurou: "..."

After Su An and the others left the studio, Tang Zhengen entered the studio, carefully searching for something in Su An's place, but found nothing for a long time.

"Fuck!" Tang Zhengen's eyes were clouded, and he kicked the easel next to him. With a "crash", the easel fell to the ground and fell apart. The sawdust splashed on Tang Zhengen's face, and a bloodstain was scratched on his cheek.

Tang Zhengen became even more angry, but he had no choice but to clean up the mess. He brought Bi Baihui to the studio the next day. He definitely wanted to attend Professor Qu's painting exhibition. This would be of great help to him in the future, maybe Er can also catch Professor Qu and get to know some masters in the field of traditional Chinese painting.

"Bai Hui is really lucky to have you. You are like a part of my soul. Without you, I don't know what to do?" Tang Zhengen hugged Bi Baihui from behind and said affectionately.

Tang Zhengen's hands were very irregular, Bi Baihui just blushed and didn't reject Tang Zhengen, and didn't think that this was a public area of ​​the studio.

After all, Tang Zhengen didn't dare to take the last step. After all, if someone patrols here, it is a matter of style to report to the Academic Affairs Office.

"Bai Hui, go back and rest first, I'll go and frame the painting." Holding the painting, Tang Zhengen didn't intend to give Bi Baihui away at all, and he didn't even want to wait for Bi Baihui to pack her clothes, and those things left.

Bi Baihui was still immersed in Tang Zhengen's tenderness, and she didn't think it was wrong.

Su An was waiting for the painting in the store, and Tang Zhengen came in with the painting.

Su An looked up at the person who opened the door, and then continued to talk to Yu Xing and Zhang Yuanyuan. Yu Xing and Zhang Yuanyuan's works were not ready yet, but they all had some ideas, and they were sorting out their ideas.

"Su An, is your work ready?" Tang Zhengen handed over the painting to the people in the store, walked to Su An and asked naturally.

"En." Su An replied, not wanting to have too much interaction with Tang Zhengen.

"Su An, your painting is ready." Just as Tang Zhengen was about to ask Su An what the theme was, Tang Zhengen was interrupted by the clerk's voice.

"Thank you, the money has been paid." Su An handed the note to the clerk, opened the scroll and took a look. It was his painting, and was about to leave, but Tang Zhengen blocked the door.

"Is there something else for the party secretary?" Su An frowned and looked at Tang Zhengen.

"Su An, show me your painting." Tang Zhengen was about to reach out to snatch the painting from Su An's hand without waiting for Su An's consent.

"No, the party secretary will know when the time comes." Su An avoided Tang Zhengen's hand, and said coldly, such a competitive thing wants to see him in advance, his skin is probably thicker than the city wall.

"Su An, you..."

"Secretary of the Youth League, to avoid suspicion, do you know what to do if the theme of the work is the same? Why don't you show us yours first." Yu Xing sneered.

"The party secretary is waiting slowly, we still have something to do." Su An bypassed Tang Zhengen and went out directly, not wanting to get entangled with Tang Zhengen at all.

"Take care of your drafts, don't throw them in the studio." Su An said to Yu Xing and Zhang Yuanyuan after going out.

When Yu Xing and Zhang Yuanyuan went to the studio again, Tang Zhengen and Bi Baihui were both there, and the two of them went to see Zhang Yuanyuan and Yu Xing's paintings under the guise of communicating, and they couldn't bear the disturbance.

Every time the two of them were absorbed in painting, Tang Zhengen would startle them suddenly, and then they would make mistakes in their brushstrokes, and the more they painted, the more irritable they became. However, the studio was originally a public one, and Tang Zhengen innocently said that he was here to communicate.

Zhang Yuanyuan glanced coldly at Tang Zhengen and Bi Baihui, and looked at the ruined drawing paper in front of him with a brush. His train of thought was disrupted and he couldn't continue.

"Zhang Yuanyuan, Yu Xing, you guys—" Tang Zhengen shouted loudly in Zhang Yuanyuan's ear again, because Zhang Yuanyuan and Yu Xing still had a smug smile on their faces with their backs turned to them.

"Ah——" Tang Zhengen didn't feel complacent for two seconds. Zhang Yuanyuan's hand was soaked with water and a lot of paint, and he flicked a few times on Tang Zhengen's face.

I have been painting for a whole morning, and the water used to wash the pens is already dirty. It is the paint, plus other mixed paints, and it was thrown into Tang Zhengen's eyes. Tang Zhengen yelled out the pain in his eyes, and threw it directly into his mouth. Yes, there are also colorful paints on the white down jacket.

"Zhang Yuanyuan, what are you doing!" Bi Baihui screamed to look at Tang Zhengen, and yelled while watching, "Zhengen, are you okay, are you okay!" Bi Baihui's voice was sharp and piercing, and she was so close to Tang Zhengen that Tang Zhengen felt that his eardrums were going to be roared broken.

"Shut up, idiot!" Tang Zhengen ruthlessly pushed Bi Baihui away, and Bi Baihui bumped into the easel. There was a series of collisions, and several easels and drawing boards fell on Bi Baihui.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I didn't know you were behind me. I was so engrossed in the painting that I didn't pay attention to my side. Secretary of the Communist Party, go and wash up." Zhang Yuanyuan imitated Tang Zhengen's innocent tone just now, and said quietly Looking at Tang Zhengen.

"Let's go back first. Party secretary, you and student Bi Baihui remember to pack up everyone's easels. After all, you made it up." Zhang Yuanyuan let out a sigh of relief. He wanted to leave directly, but then he thought of what Su An said. He took away all the paper that had ruined the painting, and Yu Xing also left with him.

"If you want to kill him, forget it!" Yu Xing gritted his teeth with hatred, but under the banner of asking questions and exchanging ideas, Tang Zhengen held back his anger. If they did something, they would be accused of being unfriendly to classmates.

After Zhang Yuanyuan and the others left, when Bi Baihui pushed away the easel and stood up, the easel hit Tang Zhengen, who couldn't open his eyes.

Tang Zhengen also went to the hospital to wash his eyes. Bi Baihui wanted to go to Zhang Yuanyuan to pay for it, but Tang Zhengen ignored Bi Baihui. With a cold face, Bi Baihui didn't dare to ask any more questions and bowed his head to guard Tang Zhengen's side.

On the day when Professor Qu selected paintings, the classroom was full of paintings. Zhang Yuanyuan walked in front of Tang Zhengen under Su An's gesture.

"Regimental Party Secretary, are you okay? Last time I painted seriously, I didn't see you behind me. Alas, it's all because I was too careless. I didn't know you were watching my painting. If there is anything, you must tell me. Me." Zhang Yuanyuan's voice was not too loud, almost everyone in the classroom heard it, and looked at Tang Zhengen with different expressions.

"It's okay, I was too abrupt. Thinking of you here, I want to take this opportunity to ask you more, so as to improve my studies." Tang Zhengen smiled with difficulty, rounding up his own words, trying not to care about other people's eyes, Pick yourself out.

"Oh, that's right. The party secretary is really eager to learn, as long as there is nothing to do." Zhang Yuanyuan returned to Su An and Yu Xing.

Tang Zhengen was very angry, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only smile and nod his head and say, "Yes."

Professor Qu looked around the paintings, and finally selected the paintings of Su An, Zhang Yuanyuan, Yu Xing, Zhang Jiaming, and monitor Wu Xincheng.

"The paintings of Su An, Yu Xing, Zhang Yuanyuan, Zhang Jiaming, and Wu Xincheng are selected this time. Come and take a look." Professor Qu asked Su An to hang the paintings on the white wall behind Professor Qu. Ideas can be presented on paintings through skills, you can carefully observe these five paintings and find what you lack in them.”

"Some of you painted well, but after all, there is something missing. I think you can understand it yourself. There is only one layer of window paper missing." Professor Qu moved away to let them see by themselves.

About half an hour later, Professor Qu asked everyone else to go back, leaving Su An and the five of them behind.

"These five Su An's are best hung in the middle, Yu Xing and Wu Xincheng's are next to the two sides, and Zhang Jiaming and Zhang Yuanyuan's are on the farthest side. Do you have any objections?" Professor Qu looked at Su An five Personally, the five of them shook their heads in unison to express their agreement with this arrangement.

"Professor Qu, why can't my painting be selected!" Tang Zhengen looked at Professor Qu with red eyes. His painting is no worse than Zhang Yuanyuan and Zhang Jiaming's. Why can they be selected, "Because they are Lin'er? Why would you want to deprive me of this opportunity!"

"Are you sure you painted this painting yourself." Professor Qu looked at Tang Zhengen calmly, without any anger.

"Of, of course!" Although Tang Zhengen was a little flustered, he thought that Professor Qu would not be able to recognize that this was Bi Baihui's notes, but Bi Baihui's face was pale and he did not dare to look at Professor Qu.

"Your painting is exactly the same as Mo Tu's "Spring Blossoms", which I personally saw in 85. You said that you painted it yourself." Professor Qu is still very calm. There are many similarities in Chinese paintings, but From the composition to the color, they are all the same, which is not much, and even Mo Tu's little habits have been imitated.

"No, no, it's impossible..." Tang Zhengen turned pale, and pulled Bi Baihui in front of him, "Qu, Professor Qu, this is a painting by Bi Baihui, I don't know if it's Mo Tu's painting, I really don't know !" Tang Zhengen eagerly explained.

"Say it quickly, it doesn't matter to me that you drew this, tell it, bitch, why did you harm me like this, why!" Tang Zhengen pinched Bi Baihui's arm and kept shaking it, viciously like a ghost Same, I wish I could eat Bi Baihui.

"I, I, I didn't do it on purpose." Bi Baihui was so frightened by Tang Zhengen's appearance that she couldn't speak. There were beads of sweat on her forehead. She thought it was just an unknown painting. Knowing that Professor Qu actually knew.

"Professor Qu, I was wrong, it's all my fault, you, don't tell the Academic Affairs Office, I really didn't do it on purpose, woo woo woo..." Bi Baihui covered her face and began to cry.

"Professor, it really has nothing to do with me. You believe me. It was Bi Baihui who deceived me. I believed in Bi Baihui so much that this happened. Please forgive me this time." Tang Zhengen tried his best to push all the mistakes to Bi Baihui body.

Professor Qu watched coldly, turned around and left without saying anything.