Eat chicken and eat the goddess

Because the major is design, I am familiar with software and have drawing skills, and I have seen and played countless animation games with different styles.

Mu Ziyou's sketches were drawn smoothly and smoothly from the very beginning. As soon as she grabbed the mouse and clicked on the software, she devoted herself to the work with all her heart.

When Bai Hui woke up after a nap, he checked the time and found that it was almost time to gather in the square, so he got up and told Mu Ziyou to get ready to leave.

The forum hosted by the professors hired by the school with a lot of money was not much more interesting than the leaders' speeches in the morning. Two older professors with gray hair talked about various principles on the stage, and occasionally told two small stories to enliven the atmosphere.

But the two old professors are old, and there is a generation gap with the young students, and occasionally spit out a few difficult technical terms, which are even more incomprehensible.

Coupled with the absence of the star senior sister sitting in the town, this forum looks boring.

In the afternoon, when it is easy to doze off, more than half of the students in the audience have already started to doze off.

Mu Ziyou was also wandering in her mind. She was thinking about the unfinished sketches in the computer. She did not know where to take out a pen, and secretly continued to draw in the palm of her hand.

Fortunately, the forum only lasted two hours, and then the principal announced that he would arrive at the square on time at [-] o'clock tonight to participate in the cultural performance on the school anniversary.

The students dispersed amid excited cheers and chatter.

Mu Zi swam back to the dormitory and continued to draw sketches, while Bai Hui sat behind her with a book and watched.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated twice, Mu Ziyou stopped moving, Bai Hui was also disturbed and raised his head to glance.

It was a WeChat message from the little brother in the game.

"Are you busy?"

The little brother rarely takes the initiative to send messages to Mu Ziyou, just like he is cold and indifferent in the game.

Mu Ziyou smiled, let go of the mouse, and quickly typed a line on the phone and sent it.

"Yes, I'm busy making money."

The little brother replied quickly, with a little doubt.

"make money?"

Mu Ziyou, who had just typed on the keyboard, calmed down, looking at the phone seriously, with a smile on his face.

"Yes, my classmates and I are going to set up a studio. So, I am now working hard for the first business that I may get in the future."

The younger brother seemed to appreciate Mu Ziyou's entrepreneurship at school, and then said that he also has experience in this field. If Mu Ziyou encounters something that he doesn't understand, or needs help, he can find him.

The little brother's answer made Mu Ziyou feel familiar, she blinked and replied with a smile.

"Brother, the words you just said sound like someone I know."

Yan Zhen, who was wearing a white coat and leaning against the corridor of the laboratory building to blow the air, looked down at the message Mu Ziyou had just sent on his phone.

He frowned slightly, with a slightly troubled expression on his face.

Could it be that Mu Ziyou had guessed that she was the little brother, right? Just based on his tone and feeling?

Yan Zhen was a little skeptical, but still calmly typed out a few words and sent them.

"That senior you like very much?"

In fact, when typing these words, Yan Zhen felt a little ashamed, but Mu Ziyou and her as a younger brother, when talking about her, she used the name of a senior I like very much.

Concealing her identity with Mu Ziyou and pretending to be another person to talk about herself will make Yan Zhen feel at a loss for what to do. Every time she encounters such a situation, she wants to change the subject as soon as possible.

But Mu Ziyou loves to tell her about her the most, which makes Yan Zhen's embarrassment and guilty conscience even more obvious.

The recent trend on the Internet is that stars who worship the people they like, both men and women are called husbands.

Mu Ziyou didn't know if his brain twitched, and he made a shy expression.

"Yes, my senior sister is also my husband."

Seeing these words, the expression on Yan Zhen's face changed rapidly, he didn't know whether it was embarrassment or joking, it was complicated.

Ever since Mu Ziyou threw this sentence, Yan Zhen didn't reply to her.

In fact, it wasn't because of embarrassment that he didn't reply, but because he happened to be called by the teacher to the dissection room, where he performed the autopsy for his juniors.

Yan Zhen, who was wearing a white coat, put on a mask and stood quietly in front of a dead body lying on the test bench.

Surrounded by a group of schoolmates, she was still holding a pen and paper, ready to take notes.

Although blue surgical rubber gloves covered Yan Zhen's hand, his slender fingers were still flexible and graceful.

The eyes exposed by Yan Zhen's mask were cold and calm.

The sharp scalpel shone coldly without a single pause, cutting and separating the corpse continuously, like a poet painting on a drawing board.

The juniors who have seen the autopsy several times are obviously somewhat immune to such a bloody and naked scene.

He quietly watched Yan Zhen's dissection the whole time, and also recorded the steps and a few short and incisive explanations from Yan Zhen.

After finishing the anatomy class, Yan Zhen went back to the apartment and took a shower. She made a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa to drink it.

A friend from the drama club called her and asked her to go to school to prepare makeup and change props, and there were still a few hours before the school celebration performance.

And almost at the same time, Mu Ziyou's text message also happened to be sent over.

"Sister, have you come to our school?"

Yan Zhen quickly replied to her.

"Not yet, just getting ready to go."

"I heard that makeup takes a long time to wear, and it's hard to eat after putting on makeup. Senior sister, remember to eat something before coming back."

In fact, Mu Ziyou just remembered what the senior sister of the drama club told her before. She often missed the meal time because of makeup, so she reminded Yan Zhen.

Because of Mu Ziyou's reminder, Yan Zhen stopped in front of a store for a while on the way to school, and then brought two boxes of egg tarts when he got into the car.

After arriving at the school, she called Mu Ziyou and told her to go downstairs.

After Mu Ziyou answered the phone, he ran all the way down and saw Yan Zhen at the top of the stairs, and she couldn't help smiling.

Running up to Yan Zhen, she touched her neck, her dark eyes seemed to be twinkling like stars, shining brightly.

"Sister."

Yan Zhen looked at Mu Ziyou running down in a hurry, with sweat dripping from his forehead, smiled with a raised lip, took out a pack of tissues from his bag and handed it to her, then gave her a reproachful look, and said softly.

"Why are you in such a hurry, I'm not in a hurry."

Mu Ziyou took the tissue, took out one and wiped the sweat off his forehead, held it in his hand, looked at Yan Zhen without blinking, and pursed his lips.

"I don't want you to wait."

Yan Zhen lowered her head and smiled softly, the sun fell on the tips of her hair, and her delicate and fair face seemed to be hazy with gentle soft light.

She handed the box of egg tarts in her hand to Mu Ziyou.

"I bought it on the way, it's still hot, take it back and eat it with your roommates."

Mu Ziyou reached out to take it.

"Thank you, senpai."

Yan Zhen nodded, and then raised her hand to look at the watch on her wrist. It was almost time, and it was time for her to go to the dressing room.

"It's almost time, so I'll get ready first, see you in the evening."

Mu Ziyou hugged the egg tart, looked at Yan Zhen in front of him, and couldn't help but smile from the corner of his lips.

"See you tonight."