Chapter 32 Joy Falls from the Sky

"Isn't this your CP?" Zhao Ke approached Zhou Ziheng with a mocking expression, and showed him the photos and videos from his circle of friends, "Hey, he looks really good, better than the girls in our class. Much nicer."

"There are six women in our class." Zhou Ziheng sneered, buried his head and continued with the unfinished question, but he didn't put on his headphones.

"Oh, what I mean is that they are better-looking than the girls in our school, and have fair skin and cheeks. Tsk tsk, I can't see it, I thought you were just ordinary fried xipi, but I didn't expect such a good relationship in private, he would come when you study. Look at you." Zhao Ke's brain hole is getting bigger and bigger, "Will he prepare any love lunch for you!"

Zhou Ziheng's fingers turned the pen, put the pen on the table with a bang, and looked up at Zhao Ke. If nothing else, Zhou Ziheng's eye-raising is definitely the most A, exuding the pheromone of "I'm not easy to mess with", Zhao Ke immediately covered his mouth, "Learn, study."

Love box?

As far as his craftsmanship is concerned, it is good not to poison people to death.

The strange thing is that Zhou Ziheng actually imagined the strange situation of Xia Xiqing holding a pink bento box and handing it to him. As soon as the lid was lifted, there was a large black mass of unknown objects inside.

Crazy, crazy, what the hell? Zhou Ziheng held his forehead with his left hand, while holding a pen in his right hand, he absently wrote and drew on the scratch paper.

Why did Xia Xiqing come to their school? And he didn't even tell him, obviously he was still forwarding the Weibo of the magazine's official blog just like himself.

Could it be that he really came to find him?

No, no, he must not be at ease.

"Hey Ziheng."

His chaotic thoughts were interrupted by Zhao Ke's voice, and Zhou Ziheng realized that he had written a lot of Xia Xiqing's name on the scratch paper, frightened him, and quickly carried the scratch paper over and held it down. , "What, what's wrong?"

Zhao Ke pointed at his calculation paper with a pen, "Prove Bloch's theorem for me. I've proved it for a long time and it doesn't feel right."

Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief, took the calculation paper and looked at it for a while, then took off his baseball cap and buckled it over his head so that the brim would not block Zhao Ke's vision.

"This proof process is to put it bluntly. The most difficult part is the eigenvalue of the Hamiltonian operator. It is too much work to directly calculate, so here we have to introduce a translation operator, because these two operators have the same eigenvalue. function, and the eigenvalues ​​of the translation operator are easy to calculate." He lowered his head and carefully wrote the formula and derivation process on the paper, "This is equivalent to saving the country with a curve. In fact, there is an assumption behind it, and it is concluded that it is a periodic function. It's almost there."

"Oh, I understand." Zhao Ke took the calculation paper, "Tianxiu, tell me honestly, did you secretly make up lessons while filming!"

Zhou Ziheng sighed, "If I make up the class, will I still study by myself?"

Self study...

It feels strange to say these two words now. Zhou Ziheng calmly took the scrap paper with Xia Xiqing's name on it under the table, thinking about rubbing it. His fingers paused again, and finally folded a few times and stuffed them into his pockets.

Xia Xiqing, who was almost smashed into a ball, finally arrived at the Art Academy with the help of many enthusiastic female students. The former assistant tutor, Professor Wang, specially found a student to pick him up. As soon as they met, they greeted him very warmly.

"Senior Xiqing, I heard from Teacher Wang that you were a popular figure in Fomei." The younger brother looked adoring, "I have seen many of your previous works on Teacher Wang's computer. I like it very much, especially It's the "Girl in the Boboli Garden", it's really drawn too..." He couldn't find the exact adjective for a while, his face flushed, and his outstretched index finger was still held up excitedly.

Xia Xiqing thought it was funny, he stretched out his hand to retract the fingers of the younger brother, and patted him on the shoulder again.

"thanks."

The younger brother's face turned even redder, and he quickly followed Xia Xiqing, "Senior brother, I watched your show, you are really amazing, and I didn't expect you to look so...so good-looking just from watching your work before. ." When he said the last four words, he suddenly felt a little guilty and his voice weakened.

He was a little afraid of embarrassment. After all, for most boys, being praised by another boy for being good-looking is not so pleasant.

Who knew that Xia Xiqing turned his head to the side and showed him a gentle smile, "Then I'm really honored, it just fits your aesthetic."

After being tricked by him like this, the innocent little junior brother was completely fascinated, and excitedly and crampedly took him to the location arranged by the sculpture exhibition.

On the way, Xia Xiqing had already seen the materials and design drafts of this modern sculpture art exhibition passed on by Professor Wang. When he came to the scene, he found that Professor Wang was really not exaggerating. There were only two days left, and many things were missing. Finish.

"Originally we had enough time, but the team in charge of the main exhibit made a mistake, and the teacher was very dissatisfied with the last thing that came out, so I can only ask you to come to help us and help us complete this exhibit."

The so-called main exhibit in his mouth is actually a surreal sculpture with a height of 3.2 meters. In the original design draft, a high-fidelity man's head was originally intended to be made of resin materials and fiberglass, but what Xia Xiqing saw was only Totally off the right scale and only finished off the bottom half of the face.

"Senior brother, we originally wanted to dismantle it directly, but the teacher said to take a look when you come."

Xia Xiqing didn't speak, just touched his chin, picked up a pencil from the ground, and walked around this defective exhibit with the design draft, stopping every now and then to write and draw with his head down.

Twenty minutes later, the younger brother who was sitting on the ground and waiting was about to fall asleep, and suddenly there was a piece of paper in front of him, on which was a completely different design draft from the previous one.

The original surrealist style was overturned, but the incomplete portrait with unbalanced proportions was retained, but the top part of the head was removed to form a hollow head, and a variety of complex interlaced lines erupted from the head, using wood chips, acrylic fibers , metal, colored resin and other materials, but on the outermost layer, use black cotton thread to wrap everything up and wrap it in circles.

The left side of the lower half of the face was smashed and covered with cracks. The left eye was made of resin with tear marks to fill the cracked gap on the face.

In the lower right corner of the design draft is written the theme - captivity.

imprisoned thoughts...

This concept is really amazing. The younger brother held the design draft and couldn't speak for a long time. He looked up at Xia Xiqing who was squatting in front of him, "This, this..."

However, Xia Xiqing just crooked the corner of his mouth, pointed his thumb backwards to the defective exhibits behind him, "It's time to start." He stood up, pulled the off-white knitted sweater on his body, frowned slightly, and asked. , "Junior Brother, do you have any clothes that are more resistant to dirt?"

In the library, Zhou Ziheng was still sitting in the seat before studying, but the movement in the back row became louder and louder, and the girls gathered together and whispered.

"Hey, it's been so long, and Xia Xiqing hasn't come to the library, so he must be lost."

"There are several libraries in our school, maybe."

"Don't gossip. Maybe they didn't come because of Zhou Ziheng. My classmate was in the art academy, and they said that Xia Xiqing was asking where the art academy was going on the way, but he didn't ask the physics school at all."

"It's true or false, sigh, it turned out to be a fake candy, I said that Ziheng couldn't move."

……

There was silence in the earphones, no music at all. In the quiet study room, even whispered discussions can be heard. Zhou Ziheng didn't respond, but Zhao Ke turned around and glared at the girls in the back row.

Zhou Ziheng took off his black-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Looking at the scratch paper on the table, he couldn't help but took out his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen.

Not a single message.

I couldn't help but clicked on WeChat, and the dense new messages came up. The chat box of the [terrorist] was squeezed into an invisible corner, and it took several pages to turn it.

What is this guy doing? Mingming didn't say hello to him when he came to school, so that he was surrounded by everyone and became the last person to know about it.

never mind.

No matter what he came to do, he didn't come to find him.

Zhou Ziheng has never been a self-indulgent person. As an actor who grew up under the eyes of the audience, he doesn't even have the excess self-confidence like other people in the same profession. He thinks that being a star is just an ordinary profession. The love of so many people should be grateful.

He never thought that there would be someone who appeared just for himself.

But now, everyone told him that Xia Xiqing came to school for you, and he came to see you. This kind of repeated hints made him really think that Xia Xiqing came to him in a hurry.

What is this, a new push-pull tactic?

Unable to tell what was wrong, Zhou Ziheng collapsed on the table all of a sudden, still holding the phone in his hand, his whole face buried in his arms.

"Hey, Zhou Xueba, a big star, a handsome guy, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Ke lowered his voice, "Pay attention to your image, you are full of fans. In order to study with you, I packed a whole one before going out. hours."

"I'm tired and want to rest." Zhou Ziheng's voice was muffled, "My fans won't come near."

Probably because Zhou Ziheng is too young, it has been very hard to run between studies and romance careers all year round. Zhou Ziheng's fans are very considerate of him, even if they see him at school, they will not be too disturbed.

"Okay, but your CP is here, so you don't even want to take a look." Zhao Ke smiled and poked his elbow with his pen, "What if he comes to you later."

Zhou Ziheng, who was lying on the table, was disturbed by the poking, and his tone became impatient, "Shut up, I have nothing to do with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mobile phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. Zhou Ziheng guessed that it must be another guy watching the fun. Unexpectedly, after a while, the phone vibrated for a long time, and together with the table in the study room made a noticeable sound, he quickly picked it up, and several large characters were written on the screen.

[terrorist]

Zhou Ziheng immediately sat up straight.

"Who is it?" Zhao Ke glanced at him and was startled when he saw the note name, "Fuck you brother, are you going to act in an anti-terrorist movie? 666!"

"Anti-your uncle." Zhou Ziheng looked at the vibrating phone, hesitated for a while, and finally hung up.

If you want to make a phone call, you have already called. The letter is only now, and 80% is asking for him.

"Why didn't you pick it up?" Zhao Ke looked at Zhou Ziheng with a complicated expression, Zhou Ziheng glared at him, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

The phone vibrated a few times, it was a WeChat message.

[Terrorist: Ah, I forgot that you are studying and can't answer the phone~]

[Terrorist: I'm in the art academy of your school now, you should know about it. ]

Zhou Ziheng snorted coldly, picked up the phone and started typing. Zhao Ke, who was beside him, was observing his best friend secretly. Someone messed him up like this.

[Moral Pacer: Do I know what it means? ]

[Terrorist: Of course there is. I'm so hungry right now that I haven't eaten anything in the morning and I'm about to faint. The handsome and kind-hearted classmate Zhou Ziheng, can you deliver meals to your CP? ]

[Terrorists: Share Location. ]

Sure enough, it really is to go to the Three Treasures Hall without incident. Zhou Ziheng was so angry that he was the most popular young actor right now, so why was he bossing him around. Is there a hole in his brain? Whoever told him not to eat deserves to starve to death.

Zhao Ke looked at Zhou Ziheng's complexion beside him and changed again and again. He looked like he was about to break out. He was so frightened that he was afraid that he would have an attack on the spot, which made him follow the hot search. He could only be ready to grab Zhou Ziheng at the first time.

Who knew that Zhou Ziheng suddenly stood up, grabbed his schoolbag and was about to leave. Zhao Ke grabbed his arm and asked in a low voice, "Hey, what's the matter with you? Where are you going?"

Zhou Ziheng was hesitant, avoiding the heavy things lightly, "I have something to do when I go out."

Looking at the back of him leaving in a hurry, Zhao Ke shook his head with a "see through everything" expression, and shared first-hand news in the chat group of [Zhou Ziheng Gossip Team].

[Captain Zhao: Report! Heng Heng is gone! Members of the Art Institute, please pay attention, the goal is approaching! ]

Zhou Ziheng didn't know what was going on with him. While scolding Xia Xiqing for his brain water, he went to Changchun Garden to buy him a meal and took him all the way to the art academy.

According to the location shared by Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng passed through a teaching area and came to a semi-indoor hall with an empty environment backed by a garden. There were various large and small sculptures in it, many of which were covered with cloth. Different from the sculptures in Zhou Ziheng's impressions before, many of the works in this column are modernist works that are different from classical sculptures, and even more abstract.

As he was walking through the numerous exhibits, he vaguely heard Xia Xiqing's voice.

Zhou Ziheng tilted his head and looked at the giant sculpture at the innermost position. A steel frame similar to a scaffold was built around the exhibit. Two people stood on it. Under the steel frame was a not too thick protective pad, which seemed to be borrowed from a taekwondo gym. It was the same, and there were several students who were busy making overhead elements.

As Zhou Ziheng approached, he looked at the man in the black loose denim jacket on the scaffolding. With his hair half tied, he stood on the shelf at the left end of the giant head, his back to himself filling the cracks in that face with black resin.

This was the first time Zhou Ziheng saw Xia Xiqing working seriously.

There was another young boy standing beside him, and the two of them were talking and laughing while completing the creation of this huge exhibit. Everyone's concentration is catching up with the progress, and no one notices Zhou Ziheng's approach.

Standing on the shelf, Xia Xiqing turned his head and said to his younger brother, "Xiao Qi, hand me that awl."

Xiao Qi sighed and squatted down to take the awl in the toolbox. When he stood up, it was too violent, and the steel frame swayed. Xia Xiqing quickly grabbed the unbalanced Xiao Qi, but he could not stabilize his feet. slipped out of safety.

Seeing Xia Xiqing stomping on the air, Zhou Ziheng's heart suddenly froze, he dropped the things in his hand and rushed up quickly, subconsciously reaching out his arms to catch the falling man.

The moment he hugged him, Zhou Ziheng's arms burst into pain. The impact of the fall made him grit his teeth and looked at the man in his arms worriedly.

Seeing Xia Xiqing's eyes had never seen the unexpected.

Although Zhou Ziheng was tall, he ignored that Xia Xiqing was also a man. The impact of the acceleration of gravity almost made him unbearable, his knees flickered, and he both fell on the mat in the end.

Before he could react to what happened, Xia Xiqing, who fell heavily, was already lying in Zhou Ziheng's arms, lying on his chest, hugged tightly by his arms, and his body underneath was given to Xia Xiqing enough buffer.

But the shaking in Xia Xiqing's heart could not be calmed down.

He got up, his hair scattered in front of his face, covering his beautiful face. He wanted to grab Zhou Ziheng's arm in a daze, and pulled him up forcefully, his voice was a little flimsy, "Hey...Are you alright..."

Zhou Ziheng's brows furrowed, and the arm he grabbed shrank, "Wait..."

Xia Xiqing grabbed his collar, and the face that had always been wearing a gentle mask finally showed an emotionally out of control expression, "Aren't you fucking brains? I fall and I can't fucking kill you. What are you picking up, really? Do you think you are the hero of a hero movie now?"

His chest went up and down, and the hand that was holding Zhou Ziheng's neck gradually loosened, his boiling emotions cooled down, and he scolded in a low voice, "I'm so fucking sick..."

It was obvious that he was scolded like this, but Zhou Ziheng didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

He raised his eyes to look at Xia Xiqing, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he half sat up with the other hand propped up.

The hat he wore on his head fell off when he fell to the ground. His hair was a little messy, but the smile on his face was terribly beautiful. Those deep eyes stared at Xia Xiqing, full of stars.

He tugged at Xia Xiqing's denim jacket, his low voice contained a smile.

"Hey, this coat is too ugly."

He picked up the baseball cap that had fallen beside him, reached out to Xia Xiqing, who was still a little stunned, and put the cap on his head.

"It's better to wear mine."

The author has something to say:

Heng Heng's small theater in his head:

Why does Xia Xiqing bother me so much that he follows me wherever I go - I didn't wait for him - sigh he didn't come for me at all - he came to me! ——He came to me just to let me deliver food-how could a big star like me deliver food to people! ? ——Forget it, let’s give it away——He actually wears other people’s clothes and talks and laughs with others——Fuck my wife fell off!

To reiterate: Heng Heng is twenty years old (192cm) and Xi Qing is twenty-five years old (185cm), so the setting is five years younger.

Actually, I wrote the first chapter, but everyone ignored Heng Heng's age. He is a young wolf dog with a (looks) aggressive and arrogant heart.