[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

Back in Italy, the enthusiastic students expressed their longing for friends and the joy of seeing each other again, and then entered the normal study track in the atmosphere as before.

However, learning is also a combination of work and rest, isn't it?

In view of the fact that it was not easy to enter while watching the fat fish shuttle, this time Ferente deliberately found a suitable place, where all the delicious carnivorous fish lived in the water, and the old and the young sat in rows to fish.

"It's raining?" Ferente persistently called out to the apparently distracted disciple, "It's raining?"

"Ah," Zhengyu, who was thinking about how that bastard Xue Gongcan hadn't contacted him for three days, felt the water sinking, hurriedly took back the fishing rod, untied the lively fish from it, and casually wiped his hands on the expensive pants , "Ah, I haven't finished my homework this week, professor, you should be urging me to draw instead of cooking?"

Ferente smiled gracefully, and calmly threw the emptied fishhook back into the water, turning a blind eye to the reality of his zero record in the morning, "Zheng Yu, your attachment to painting does not need any external supervision, True art knows no boundaries, and cooking is an amazing art."

"Hey," Zheng Yu laughed, eyebrows raised slightly, "Professor, you should have taught at a culinary academy."

"Zhengyu!" A passing blond beauty greeted loudly, and ran over with a smile, "Hey, professor, oh, Zhengyu, do you have time? Do you want to have dinner together?"

"Sorry, Elena," Zhengyu blew a kiss to her with crooked eyebrows, shrugged helplessly, and turned to Ferente, who was sitting upright, "I'm sorry, the professor and I are going to study the art exhibition later. , not today."

"Really?" Elena pouted in disappointment, but then asked relentlessly, "What about Saturday? I remember you don't have class on Saturday, is that okay?"

Tilting his head and thinking for a while, Zheng Yu made a V gesture to her, and with his shiny teeth, he blew another kiss, "Ah, there is no class, I will contact you when the time comes, okay~!" The beauties are waiting for comfort, so I don't have so much free time to call you, hum!

"Oh, goodbye!" He happily rushed over and gave Zheng Yu a parting kiss, and Elena ran away happily.

"Oh," Zheng Yu raised his hand to wipe off the lip marks on his face, complaining with a smile, "I should give her a different brand next time, this color will fade!"

"It's raining," Ferente teased him, poking up the neat gray beard above his mouth, "I remember you had an appointment with Du Lin on Saturday."

"Yes," Zhengyu finally wiped off the lip marks, nodded, and smiled with ease, "Du Lin is in the morning, and Elena usually likes to go out for dinner a lot, so there is no conflict." After packing up, Zhengyu straightened Standing up, he raised the heavy bucket in his hand at Ferente, who was winking at him, "Okay, Professor Ferente, let's discuss the art without boundaries."

Xu Zhengyu has a good appearance, a sweet mouth, a considerate person, a generous hand, and likes to run around. Almost all over the world, there are female friends who have a good relationship with him, and they can be called the spokesperson of the romantic.

He is very gentle to women, and can easily make the other party feel flattered and satisfied. He is definitely the most qualified lover.

So when Ferente thought that Zhengyu already had the absolute strength to hold a solo exhibition, and actively encouraged him to do it, but when it was particularly troublesome for others to find a venue, set up the scene, invite guests, etc., it was simply impossible to put it here with Xu Zhengyu. Don't be too easy.

This hated prodigal son just posted a message on Facebook in lingua franca, "Oh, I'm so distressed, it seems troublesome to hold an art exhibition". Take the initiative to ask to contribute your own strength, completely ignoring the rewards.

On the day when the art exhibition started, the venue was almost full. Countless Yingyingyanyans were dressed up brilliantly, speaking various languages ​​and calling for friends to come and join in the show.

"Zhengyu!" The brown-haired beauty looked around, and easily spotted Zhengyu from the crowd. She ran over in high heels, and kissed her face affectionately, "Zhengyu is great, holding an art exhibition at such a young age .”

"Well," Zhengyu smiled naturally, and went to touch her cheek, "Dora is also very beautiful today, oh, is this perfume the smell I gave you last time?"

Dora nodded happily, and took out a velvet box from the expensive small bag, "Zheng Yu, I accidentally saw this watch when I was shopping a few days ago, and immediately felt that it was tailor-made for you. , so I bought it, let’s see if I like it.”

Smiling and taking it, Zhengyu put it on his wrist directly, then took a closer look and nodded with satisfaction: "Dora's taste is still as good as ever, how about it, go in first, I guess I will have to stand here for a long time For a long time, you will be very tired if you stand on your shoes today."

Seeing that the gift she gave was praised so much, and hearing that he cared about her so much, Dora's brows and eyes were filled with joy, and she kissed Zhengyu again before entering, and she didn't forget to turn around and blow a kiss halfway.

After Zhengyu returned the kiss, he turned his head, and a few seconds later, he went up to another beautiful woman who came by the door, opened his arms and smiled brilliantly, and uttered a mouthful of Spanish, "Metraia, hey, I thought I'm so sad that you're not here."

French: "Oh, Guliana, I'm so glad you're here."

German: "Suksa, the earrings I gave you last week really suit you the best."

Russian: "Khorkina, baby is best suited to purple."

By the end of the first day, a mountain of presents had piled up behind Zhengyu, with all kinds of packaging and shapes, all of which were gifts from his confidante friends from all over the world.

Ferente smiled for a long time, with a feeling of wanting to watch the excitement, "Isn't Zhengyu afraid that they will fight when they meet?"

Zheng Yu was carefully unwrapping the presents one by one, and then wrote down the names and contents carefully, preparing to find an opportunity to send them back one by one. Hearing this, he smiled, his beautiful eyes were full of clarity, "Everyone is an adult now, Everyone knows when they can afford it and when they can't, so the professor doesn't have to worry."

As he spoke, he picked up a pair of sapphire cufflinks in satisfaction, replaced the ones he was wearing now, and nodded to the light, "Sure enough, Alisa has more discernment." She curled her lips at Ferente again, and said solemnly , "The ladies are usually so lonely, I care about them, it is also for the benefit of mankind."

Elena once said to him with a smile: "Xu Zhengyu, you are the gentlest, but also the cruelest one, because you can be so gentle and considerate to all the girls you meet, but in the end, no one can actually enter in your heart."

The girl downed a mouthful of red wine, laughed and laughed until tears flowed, "Zheng Yu, sometimes I really want to see your heart, yes, what color is it?"

At that time, Xu Zhengyu was still smiling gently, sitting gracefully with a wine glass in one hand, looking at the stars in the distance through the bloody red liquid, and taking out a handkerchief in the other hand, carefully wiping away tears for his girlfriend, with a soft tone: "Pretty ladies can't cry, your eyes will hurt."

Heart?

In his whole life, he would often wake up from his dreams in the middle of the night, as if this body, the relatives and friends around him, the life of these years, and the goals at his fingertips were all stolen, and maybe it would turn into a dream at some point. Field, disappeared.

This anxiety has been lingering in my heart, and it has never gone away.

The invisible pressure is like a shadow, but he can't speak to anyone. The only thing Zhengyu can do is to try not to think about it as much as possible, try his best to surpass his previous life, reach the pinnacle of the painting world, and enjoy the family affection he has never had before. And friendship.

The rest should have nothing to do with him.

Well, it should be, it doesn't matter.