[Tutor] The Glorious Chronicle of Waste Chai

For Sylvia and Huey, adjusting to their new school did not seem to be a difficult task.The culture class of the two is still taken together, but the art class is different.Moreover, the new art school did not require accommodation, so they chose to study outside.

Sylvia studied oil painting and watercolour, while Huey studied the violin.Although they entered school later than other students, this did not prevent the two of them from quickly becoming the best among the students, so when they finished the homework assigned by the teacher, they would also drop by each other's class for a while.

Audrey once said that she let Sylvia learn painting just to make her calm down, but learning the violin was to cultivate a girl's temperament.

But Sylvia herself said that she prefers the deep and pure cello.

Of course, besides this, she is also slightly interested in other musical instruments, so in her spare time, she also learned to play a few pieces on the flute from the teacher who taught her the violin at that time.

"Do you plan to be a painter, Sydney." Sitting by the window of the studio where Sylvia was, Xiu asked while blowing the wind.

Since school was over, there was no one else in the studio.Silvia just didn't leave because she wanted to paint for a while on a whim.

With a palette in one hand, a brush in the other to paint on the canvas.She was so engrossed in looking at the drawing board in front of her that she seemed deaf to Huey's words.

Xiu Yi didn't mind either, just looked at her quietly.

It wasn't until Sylvia finished the last stroke that she breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Actually, I want to be a person with nothing to do in the future."

"Have ideals." Xiu Yi applauded and said with a smile, "If it were you, I believe you can really do it."

Sylvia gave him a blank look, and put away the painting tools.Her hands were stained with some dried paint, and she picked it with her nails but it didn't come off.

"Unhappy." Sylvia said as she picked up the paintbrush that was still wet and wiped a line on Xiuyi's palm, "This is only fair."

Xiu Yi tilted her head helplessly to look at her.

"Let's go, tomorrow is Saturday, and the school will probably close early today." After covering her drawing board with a white cloth, Sylvia turned her head and said to Xiu Yi.

Xiuyi nodded, jumped out of the window and picked up Sylvia's schoolbag by the way.

The two chatted as they walked out.

"Speaking of which, you seem to have promised Dino's mother to go to their house on weekends, right?" Xiuyi asked, throwing her schoolbag behind her.

Sylvia nodded and replied: "Yes, we made an appointment to meet at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. By the way, I forgot to tell you, and she invited you too."

"Me? I'm extremely honored." Xiu Yi showed a naughty smile on his face.

"Then come to my house tonight?" Although Sylvia used interrogative sentences, she already knew what the answer was.

Xiuyi shrugged indifferently: "Okay, anyway, my dad went to Poland this week."

"So you didn't plan to go home in the first place, did you?" When Sylvia was about to give him a supercilious look, she unexpectedly discovered that Xiuyi had grown taller than her at some point.Xiu Yi just smiled but did not answer.

I wonder when Dino will grow taller?She thought so.

At ten o'clock in the morning on Saturday, Duccio sent the two of them to the Castle of Gabrielone on time, along with a portrait.

When Sylvia gave the painting to Dino, she smiled and said to him: "I drew it for you last time. My mother has already helped find someone to frame it, as a thank you gift for being a model."

"Thanks, thank you!" Dino took the painting with some surprise, and thanked him very happily.

"It's not fair." Angelil was upset when she saw this, "Why only give it to Dino and not me?"

Sylvia said sincerely: "Because I can't draw well."

The atmosphere was subtly silent for a while.

Xiu Yi covered her mouth, trying to suppress the urge to laugh, and said, "Please allow me to make a sad expression for Dino."

But Dino is not sad at all, even if the painting is not good, it was given to him by Sylvia.

After saying hello, Angeli asked Dino to take his friends upstairs to play in his room, while she went to prepare refreshments for them.

Standing at the door of the room, in order to open the door, Dino used one hand to hold the painting that Sylvia gave him, but the painting was a bit heavy. Seeing that he couldn't hold it anymore, Sylvia hurried to help Give him a hand: "Be careful!" If it falls and hits the foot, it will hurt very much.

Dino's face turned red instantly, because when Sylvia was helping him, a hand touched his hand.

Xiu Yi stood aside and looked at him with contempt.

After entering the room, Huey randomly found a place to sit down, looked at Dino and asked him, "How is life in Sterberg?"

After hearing what he said, Dino, who was still excited at first, immediately put on a frowning expression.He replied dejectedly: "What else can I do, just like that."

"Skuvalo really didn't go to school again?" Sylvia asked curiously after walking behind him.

Dino nodded: "I haven't seen him at school this week."

Sylvia nodded thoughtfully.

In fact, Dino also wanted to tell her that he was not used to going to class, eating, and going back to the dormitory by himself. When he was bored, he would go to chat with Victor. Although the school doctor with a cleanliness always spoke harshly, he was not a bad person in essence. .

But he didn't say it.He felt that since he was a man, he couldn't let her see his weak side.

The three children chatted about various topics in the room, and they kept unfolding. Dino still doesn't know how they talked about the latest movie from the school situation and then talked about Monet and Van Gogh.

During the period, Angelil came to deliver refreshments once, and seeing that they had a happy chat, she didn't bother her any more.

Towards noon, Erkele returned.After he heard that Sylvia was a guest at home, he pondered for a moment and knocked on Dino's door.

"Sylvia, can I talk to you?" Erkele asked pleasantly.

The author has something to say:

So it will probably look like a week.

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