[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

After getting off the plane, Zhengyu only felt a splitting headache, gold stars were flying in front of his eyes, and his head seemed to be violently stirred by a wooden stick, creating chaos.

Staggering to the coffee shop, Zheng Yu asked for a cup of espresso without sugar with his eyes closed, gulped it down, was about to get into a taxi, but stopped, thought for a while, turned around and went back to buy a second cup .

"Oh, Zhengyu!" Ferente gave him a big hug when he saw Zhengyu, and at the same time squeezed his cheeks and arms very dissatisfied, "God, I think you must have lost several pounds."

Zhengyu carefully avoided the coffee in his hand, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and then took a sip, looking at him with dry eyes, "Maybe, ha, the ladies will definitely be jealous of me."

Smelling the strong bitterness of coffee in the air, Ferente frowned with a serious expression, "Because of your stomach problems, I don't really recommend you to drink strong coffee on an empty stomach."

Before his words fell, Zhengyu raised his head, drank it all in one gulp, then squashed the paper cup and sent it into the trash can, and entered the hall of the teaching building with him, muttering, "I have a sandwich on the plane in the early morning." on."

Ferente on the side looked at his behavior and kept shaking his head and sighing.

The oil painting exam lasted nearly three hours, and after only half an hour of rest, there was a two-hour professional answer sheet. Zhengyu, who was walking, quickly glanced at the timetable provided by Ferente, and silently opened a can of brownies , quickly stuffed them into the mouth one by one, chewed hard, and then swallowed them all.

The time has been turned upside down recently, and the chaotic life of jet lag not only caused Zhengyu's biological clock to completely collapse, but also caused his body function to drop to an unprecedented abyss. In any case, he didn't want to pass out because of low blood sugar during the exam.

Seeing Zhengyu's almost self-abuse behavior, Ferente hesitated to speak, but in the end he just sighed helplessly, stepped forward and patted his lover on the shoulder, and gave him another hug with a warm smile, "Come on."

Reluctantly sending out a smile that wasn't so stiff, Zhengyu, who had a splitting headache, took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked in with his head held high.The thin body wrapped in the orange-red sun was extremely desolate, with a desolate breath, carrying a foreseeable hardship of being smashed to pieces.

During the whole exam, Zhengyu felt as if he was doing a thrilling and inhumane act: he forcibly extracted brain cells from his nearly stopped functioning mind, and then crushed them finely, mixed with his nearly overdrawn physical strength It is mixed into dyes, and then applied to the canvas with strokes. The process is extremely tragic, and the result is extremely tragic.He can almost see the ferocious blood from the depths of those colors, um, with an unprecedented sense of twisted beauty, which is a bit new to him.

After all the exams were over, Zheng Yu felt that he was about to collapse. Everything in his body had flown away along with the exam just now, and what was left was just a shell.Standing up with difficulty, there was darkness in front of his eyes, he swayed a few times, and almost fell to the ground.

"Oh my god!" A few students who were close quickly reached out to touch him, and asked worriedly, "Do you want us to take you to the infirmary?"

"No thanks." Zheng Yu waved his hands, closed his eyes and waited for his physical strength to recover, "It's just low blood sugar, just take a rest."

"But your complexion is terrible, you look like a vampire that just crawled out of a coffin!" A female classmate exaggeratedly shouted.

"Really," Zheng Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, then reached out to grope inside the backpack for a while, found the last piece of chocolate and swallowed it, laughing at himself in the process, with a personable demeanor, "It's a pity that I don't have fangs, and I'm not afraid of light. "

The other party was taken aback, then giggled, "Zhengyu, I finally understand why the girls are so obsessed with you, you are really good." He wrapped the blonde hair around his fingers and blinked, "How about it? , do you want to date me?"

Zheng Yu smiled wryly, "I am very grateful for your love, but looking at it now, I probably have no luck to accept it."

Unexpectedly, the girl didn't give up easily, she just shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "That's okay, I can wait."

"Hey, girls," said an elegant and deep voice from far to near, with a touch of teasing, "I think disturbing a gentleman's rest is not a lady's behavior."

"Professor Ferente." The surrounding students greeted him one after another, and then left one by one. In view of the reliable relationship between the two teachers and students, they did not think that poor Mr. Xu Zhengyu would be left alone.

"Remember to call me." When the girl left just now, she still didn't forget to stuff a small note into Zheng Yu's hand, and then blew a kiss as a gift.

"Oh oh oh," Ferente winked at Zheng Yu, full of teasing, "My lovely disciple, should I marvel at your charm?"

Zhengyu twitched at him helplessly, and without hesitation crushed the phone number he just received, and threw it into the trash can beside him, "Professor, shouldn't you be concerned about my body at this time?"

"Oh, according to the standards of a certain stage in history, at this moment, your pale face, thin and weak body, and pitiful eyes are a model of nobility." Ferente spread his hands innocently, and sat opposite him. Next, "Because I just witnessed a failed relationship with my own eyes, so I boldly assume that you may just have low blood sugar all the time." Then he glanced at the pitiful scraps of paper in the trash can with the corner of his eyes, and said with a little regret, " it's a pity."

At this time, Zhengyu still did not forget the sarcasm and jokes of his unscrupulous teacher. Zhengyu rolled his eyes, felt that his physical strength had recovered a little, and started to pack his painting tools, "I think what I need is not only sugar, but also food, and sleep. , yes, sleep, a lot of sleep," he emphasized the last point, repeated it three times before moving on, and yawned as he swayed past Ferente and added, "Also, you Do you think I still have extra energy to comfort the empty and lonely girl?" And she is not my type either.

Ferente walked side by side with him, ready to help his disciple when he fell to the ground due to exhaustion, and then call the emergency center in time.

After hearing his answer, the elegant old professor smiled, "Maybe."

Zheng Yu shook his head in a very speechless manner, and walked away in a frivolous footsteps, his head was dizzy and his eyes were sleepy.

Saying goodbye politely at the door of the dormitory, thanking the professor for his selfless help, Zheng Yu didn't wash his teeth, brush his clothes or take off his face, and plunged into the soft bed to sleep soundly, the sky was dark and the sky was dark.

In the next few days, Zhengyu was extremely busy: he put the finishing touches on last week's report and submitted it; he walked among the classrooms and listened to enthusiastic explanations by professors with different hair colors and skin colors; he participated in three group discussions, one group discussion Outdoor sketching; received this week's report topic and frequently went to the library reference room and art gallery, actively searching and referencing

And, listen to the comments on the last quiz.

"Zhengyu, my child," Ferente looked at Zhengyu with a complicated expression, he was surprised, relieved and uneasy, he flipped through the report folder in his hand and said, "Your recent works are full of Anxiety and anxiety."

Zhengyu, who knew everything about her style changes, shrugged, "I'm sorry, I think, yes."

Ferente raised his hand, "nonono, you don't have to apologize, in fact," he paused, "we all agree that this newly added emotional factor will not hinder the overall excellence of the work, on the contrary, it will Brings a whole new aesthetic. So, you're still an A."

Zheng Yu smiled and nodded, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," Ferente shook his head, "You deserve it, but," he brushed his sideburns casually with a gold pen in his hand, feeling a little worried, "I personally think that although this style has a great possibility It will attract a large number of new supporters, but," his gray-blue eyes looked over again, very seriously, "I think this style is a bit gloomy for you, if it is only used as an occasional It’s okay to try, but”

Ferente didn't continue talking, his eyes said everything.And he believed that a smart child like Zhengyu would be able to understand what he meant.

Of course, Zheng Yu understood what he meant.The style of painting and the personality and emotions of people affect each other. If it is always a sunny and positive style, it will be fine. The two aspects promote each other, which is naturally a good thing that you can't wait for.However, in history, there are not a few artists who cannot extricate themselves due to excessive obsession and negative gloomy style. Even suicide or self-mutilation alone can easily reach an astonishing number.

It is natural for everyone to yearn for immortality and fame, but if this kind of fame and status has to be at the cost of life, then Ferente would rather give up.

It is precisely because Ferente really values ​​Zhengyu, appreciates his talent, values ​​this junior, and even regards him as a family member in a sense, so he does not want him to have even the slightest possibility of going astray, even if it is a potential The signs of the epidemic should also be killed in the hotbed in time.

Rather than fighting for the illusory fame, Ferente hopes to see Zheng Yu enjoy life to the fullest and spend every day happily.

After listening to Ferente's words, Zhengyu, who was exhausted recently, suddenly felt a warm flow in his chest. He looked at the old professor seriously and assured him sincerely, "Professor, please believe me, it's just a normal ups and downs of emotions, and it will soon be gone." past."

Ferente looked at him for a moment, then nodded with a smile, full of elegant gentlemanly demeanor, "I believe in you, my child."