Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Just in time for the last few days when the tip of the tail was about to disappear, there was a heavy rain in Pingjing City.It is so big that even if you sit in the kitchen more than ten meters away, you can hear the crackling sound of the body breaking when the raindrops fall on the glass of the terrace roof.

This rain is very dull, there is no lightning or thunder, just silently pouring rain, the raindrops become silk, and the raindrops are connected into pieces, covering the humid air, covering the windows of the apartment, and messing up everyone's travel plans.

When Zhu Zanbo came out of the bedroom dazedly, pulling his hair deformed by the pillow, he happened to hear Shen Yan and Hu Zhinan discussing a certain issue quite seriously.

"Professor," Hu Zhinan smiled obsequiously, "Just lend me your textbook, and I'll make a copy and return it to you soon!"

"I said, I can buy you a new one..."

"What a waste of resources!" Hu Zhinan was not happy, "Look, we live so close, and you have ready-made ones here, why spend that unreasonable money?"

Shen Yan asked, "Are you out of money?"

"It's not a matter of money or not at all," Hu Zhinan frowned slightly, and his smiling face, which was always poor and happy, was serious at the moment, "This is a waste of social resources..."

"Don't think I don't know what you think," Shen Yan sat on the small sofa in the living room with his legs crossed, with a book spread out on his lap as usual, and he took his eyes off the book when he said this , looked up at Hu Zhinan, "You just saw the notes in my textbook, and you want to be lazy, don't you?"

"... Tsk," Hu Zhinan was stunned, "boring! Professor, you are so boring!"

"I've cheated for you, so you feel excited?" Shen Yan stared at him with interest.

"How can this be considered cheating..." Hu Zhinan felt that he really wanted to impose a crime, so he had no reason to worry, "Didn't you just say that the midterm and final exams are all closed-book exams? Even if I take your notes, I have to memorize them." Come on down! Isn’t this also learning! And...and by memorizing the standard answers, you can learn faster and better!” See how well-founded this reason is, and how irrefutable it is.

"Then you will listen carefully in class in the future?"

"..." Hu Zhinan couldn't help slandering, feeling that Shen Yan really had no feelings, and he was more and more merciless every time he demolished the stage.

And why do I have to follow the undergraduate exams at the end of the mid-term?How can there be such an annoying auditing class?

"Why didn't you answer me?"

"Tsk, what do you want me to answer?" In the end, Hu Zhinan couldn't help it, and he didn't care about respecting teachers, so he rolled his eyes at Shen Yan, "Forget it, I guess I am in your heart It can only be like this image, I am really miserable."

"You can ask Shen Yan to teach you, anyway, we live nearby." Ge Qiao's voice suddenly came from the kitchen, with a faint smile.

Ge Qiao is a discerning person.

With Shen Yan being so cautious, why pretend to be a wolf with a big tail?

Coincidentally, this semester, Hu Zhinan happened to be one of the students who were going to listen to Shen Yan's art theory class.It stands to reason that he is a doctoral student, so he doesn't need to take the same courses as undergraduates, but Hu Zhinan is the only one among the three new PhDs accepted by the Art College this year who has transferred to his major. To supplement the basic knowledge, he just swiped and sent Hu Zhinan to audit two undergraduate general education courses first.

By the way, Hu Zhinan's major transfer is puzzling from international finance to drama literature.In the eyes of the older generation like Ge Qiao, it is equivalent to falling from emperor to beggar.

Ge Qiao is like an old man, every time he sees Hu Zhinan worrying about writing a new script outline, he can't help sighing: In this world, more and more people are eating their dreams.

Now, this little beggar turned into an emperor is stalking Shen Yan, insisting on finding a shortcut, and wants Comrade Shen Yan, the teacher of the art theory class he is taking, to lend him his textbooks for copying , there are still traces of Shen Yan's hard work preparing lessons during this period, and it is these traces that suddenly make that ordinary reading material have great value.

"It's impossible for you to make a copy." Shen Yan was also very firm, and seemed not at all interested in Hu Zhinan's slapstick, "If you don't understand anything, just ask me, you said, anyway, I live close. You don’t waste resources or time, and you learn quickly and well.”

"Then what if you're not free when I want to ask you something I don't understand?" Hu Zhinan didn't give up.

"Don't worry about it," Zhu Zan had been listening, and now he was happy to intervene, "When you want to study, Shen Yan will definitely be free."

"...Why?" Hu Zhinan was really puzzled and asked sincerely.

"Because I'm your professor, you don't have to worry that I won't have time to answer your questions. You are welcome anytime." Shen Yan looked serious, and directly promised.

A coquettish sentence that Zhu Zan had just pondered over had already reached his lips, and he almost curled his tongue to say it, but was forced back into his stomach by Shen Yan's standard model answer, making him instantly Feeling a little downhearted, he turned and walked to the kitchen, wanting to find something to eat to suppress the evil thoughts in his stomach.

Over there, Ge Qiao was working alone in the kitchen.

"Hey, Brother Da Qiao is cooking for everyone?" Zhu Zan smiled and posted it, and followed Ge Qiao's focused gaze to see the whining rice cooker.

Ge Qiao seldom enters the kitchen, and he has never set fire to cooking in the apartment. Today, the heavy rain ruined his original plan to go out to find waves, and he doesn't want to enjoy the couple in the living room who are obviously much more familiar than two weeks ago. Teachers and students come and go, looking like they are flirting, and he is also afraid that if he sees the fun in the theater, he can't help but say some nonsensical nonsense.Being idle is also idle, so I simply took the initiative to invite Ying to cook porridge for everyone for breakfast.

Anyway, use a rice cooker, pour in rice, then pour in water, cover it, press the switch, and it's done.

"What are you cooking for?" Zhu Zan was curious.

"Porridge, it's almost ready." Hearing the rice cooker ding and turn off the light, Ge Qiao was ready to lift the lid to see the fruits of his labor, and leaned forward with a little excitement in his heart. I don't know what I saw, but the hand that was still holding the lid of the rice cooker shook indistinctly, and the words that came out of my mouth suddenly turned around, "...Uh, I thought about it later, porridge is not easy to digest , My stomach is not very good. If I drink too much porridge, my stomach will be prone to pantothenic acid, so I changed it to rice, and the rest can continue to eat at noon..."

Zhu Zan nodded and said yes, our big brother Qiao is really not surprising: "Did you put less water?"

He clearly said interrogative sentences, but it sounded as if he was just confirming the facts with Ge Qiao, and the tone was affirmative.

"There's a lot of water!" If you think about it carefully, this is a tone that hurts your self-esteem, but Ge Qiao is a little guilty at this time and lacks confidence, so he doesn't have the heart to talk to Zhu Zan. He explained honestly, "Maybe there is too much rice..."

Zhu Zan first looked at Ge Qiao, and then leaned over to see the surprisingly large amount of rice in the rice cooker, and tried his best to bring his smile back to a friendly and polite level: "Well, it should just be that there is too much rice."

"Let's just eat it alive," Ge Qiao glanced at Zhu Zan, "It's good if I can go into the kitchen and stay for an hour, what else do I expect?"

The expression is natural, and it should be taken for granted.

"Yeah," Zhu Zan is a good roommate after all, and he is proficient in doing good things, "The two bottles of light soy sauce that Professor Shen bought back last time have not been opened. It must be delicious with this rice! As long as you don't say what you just made It's porridge, they will definitely believe that you are a master of steaming rice, this wave is not a loss at all."

Ge Qiao let out a soft hum from his nasal cavity in response.

"Hey, that's right," Zhu Zan remembered something, "Hu Shiwei asked me if I wanted to go to the musical with her, and said it was the original Broadway show, which would be next month. I thought you might be interested, so I'll help you too. I asked for one, and the time should be to choose one of Saturdays and Sundays. Then I will check the schedule of the three of us and then decide. It is estimated that the tickets have been placed with Hu Shiwei, and she didn’t say what to see, but just asked to go with her. If you can, you can go together, if you don’t have time, just don’t go, anyway, she doesn’t spend money to get the ticket.”

"Okay, thanks." After a pause, Ge Qiao asked, "So you two have officially hooked up again in Pingjing City?" These two people have been in touch a lot recently.

Speaking of this, Zhu Zan suddenly smiled bitterly, as if he had suffered a lot from Hu Shiwei: "Girl, after worrying about her cousin, she started worrying about her old classmates again." Zhu Zan felt that Hu Shiwei was simply The leader of a pyramid scheme organization, every time Zhu Zan chats with her, it's like being brainwashed, "I don't know what this child of hers pays attention to every day, and she just thinks about breaking all the men around her all day long."

Ge Qiao immediately thought of Hu Shiwei's face that smiled brightly like a fool when they first met, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Seeing Zhu Zan's pretended frown, he thought it was even more fun.Ge Qiao usually doesn't have much fun, so he has no choice but to treat the people around him as fun: "Aren't you a crook from the beginning?"

Zhu Zan was possessed of drama, and his small eyes became extremely bitter: "It's such a big thing, tell me, do you dare to let her know?"

"What should I do?"

"Just act," Zhu Zan raised his eyebrows, "Just play dumb."

Ge Qiao was surprised: "Then...how do you maintain a pure friendship?"

"To tell you the truth," Zhu Zan unconsciously felt a little awkward when he mentioned his old affairs, "I used to be really a scumbag..."

"Huh?" Ge Qiao was even more surprised, and he just asked casually, what kind of magical development is this?After he realized it, he became angry, "You bastard! What happened to the little girl?"

"Hi!" Zhu Zan tried his best to keep his expression in line with his tone, seeming to be indifferent, "It's nothing to worry about, it's just...it's just ambiguity between men and women... High school students, at that time my I don't know anything about it, just..." The entanglement in these words didn't seem to care at all, "I didn't do anything right at that time. Everyone at home let me go, and everyone at home Auntie also only spoils me, and she doesn’t know how to restrain herself when she’s away from home, she’s made a lot of mistakes..." Zhu Zan’s voice gradually softened, and his expression became more and more lonely, as if he was immersed in some bad memories .

Ge Qiao intuitively felt that there must be a lot of things hidden in it, thinking that Zhu Zan didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"That Hu Shiwei is really big-hearted, to be so disregarding past suspicions."

Zhu Zan suddenly raised his face to look at Ge Qiao, and finally nodded seriously.

Ge Qiao saw the broken light in his eyes.He always thought that for a heartless person like Zhu Zan, the greatest promise is to pretend to be fluent. This kind of person should have been raised and raised in a greenhouse.But from the look in his eyes when he recalled his high school memories a few times, people can interpret all kinds of complex emotions every time, except that he is not happy.

Ge Qiao is actually not interested in other people's stories. If Zhu Zan has been unwilling to tell, he will never be able to take the initiative to ask. What he thinks is that as long as he meets him sometime, he will quietly hide from the side. Be careful of the sourness that shows, that's all.

He felt that it would be good if others could help share some of these negative things.

"Generally no girl will bear my grudge, you don't know," Zhu Zan said with a serious face, "In Yingcheng No. [-] Middle School, every girl has dreamed of 'falling in love with Zhu Zan'..."

"..."

Hold.

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