"How do you feel, brother?"

Qi Bai turned sideways to avoid Zhao Yuankai's outstretched hand, with uncontrollable irritability and impatience in his eyebrows:

"No, you don't have to worry about my affairs."

Zhao Yuankai didn't seem to hear it: "Brother, wait for me here, I'll go buy medicine."

Qi Bai: "No need."

With a nervous white face, Zhao Yuankai ignored the latter's wishes and stubbornly went to the pharmacy next to him.

The siren sounded from far to near, and the passersby who joined in the fun knew that something bigger happened in the alley than here, and followed the police to the narrow alley.

Most of the onlookers dispersed, and Qi Bai naturally couldn't wait for Zhao Yuankai to come back and turn around and leave.

After a few steps, he turned his head as if remembering something, and the owner of the handkerchief was nowhere to be seen.

The fabric in his hand is full of presence, Qi Bai rubbed his fingertips on the flexible fabric twice, and pursed his lips.

He didn't even know when the other party left.

The interlude on the road made Qi Bai arrive at the studio nearly an hour later than expected. By then, several students had already practiced independently in front of the drawing board.

As soon as Qi Bai stepped into the studio, the students stopped their movements one after another: "Brother Qi."

"Brother Qi, congratulations." A boy with a shaved head said with a smile:

"Just now the official website announced the list of winners of this year's 'Ailov Visual Art Exhibition'. Brother Qi, you are the first prize!"

"As expected of Brother Qi!"

"Brother Qi is awesome! Brother Qi treats you!"

There was a congratulatory sound, and the atmosphere of the originally quiet studio instantly became warm.

After graduating from the Oil Painting Department of NTU's Department of Art, Qi Bai opened his own studio, and there were many students who came here admiringly. Qi Bai was their teacher here, but everyone was of the same age, and they were not so restrained when they got along.

In the corner of the studio, two girls whispered:

"It's the first place again, and it's also a Nantong University student. Why is Senior Qi Bai so good?"

"I suspect that I was admitted to NTU because of a bug in the school system. I think about myself three times a day. Do I really deserve to go to a university with my seniors?"

"Senior is different from us. I heard that he was taken by Professor Nian to teach freshmen in his sophomore year. It is Professor Nian's treasure."

"Professor Nian is notoriously difficult to deal with. He is handsome and talented, and the senior is simply my dream lover..."

"Unfortunately... alas."

Most of the people who come to the studio to study are to prepare candidates for the sprint art test. In addition, there are also a few amateurs and those who have been admitted to major colleges and universities, but want to improve their skills and find Qi Bai to open a small kitchen.

These two girls are the latter.

As a top-ranked institution in the country, students from NTU go out and become the best in acoustics. They underestimate each other.

That has to be a scholar.

However, being admitted to NTU did not mean everything would be all right. Among a group of academic gods, the gap between people was even more obvious, and academic gods were also portrayed as scumbags by more powerful people, and their mentality was easily unbalanced.

As an award-winning party, before the official website announced the list of winners, Qi Bai received a congratulatory call from the staff.

"You can treat me as a guest. First, show me the exercises I assigned in class."

Qi Bai said a word, the studio that was in full swing seemed to have been splashed with ice, and suddenly quieted down.

Everyone bowed their heads in unison, and Qi Bai nodded to the one-inch boy who was the loudest: "Wu Yu."

The lucky one, Wu Yu, couldn't laugh, so he took the practice picture up, Qi Bai looked at the terrible bust picture, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked up at him with a smile that was not a smile.

Wu Yu's back was numb, and he immediately stood at attention with a serious face:

"Okay, brother Qi, don't scold you, I'll go down and repaint!"

Wu Yu wanted to hide, but he didn't. After reviewing all the exercises one by one, Qi Bai said:

"Except for a few classmates, the biggest problem for everyone is that they can't master the integrity and brightness of the picture, and, again, don't use too much white paint in order to make the painting look 'clean'..."

After a two-hour class, the students who felt the gap between people again did not have the face to invite Qi Bai again, and left with their own things one after another.

After briefly tidying up the studio, Qi Bai walked at the end with some paint on his hands. On the way to the bathroom, there was a whispered discussion in front of him:

"Senior Qi Bai is good everywhere, but his sexuality is difficult."

"Sexuality is difficult? I see in the school forum that the senior is gay, is it true?"

"Yeah, do you know Zhao Yuankai from our sophomore year? I've been chasing Senior Qi Bai for two or three years, and the freshman dared to confess with ninety-nine roses on the first day of school, but why does King Xiang intend..."

"Holding the grass to confess in public? Is it so exciting? How brave!"

"You brat, you don't know how crazy that person is. The Colonel and the leaders are all there at the opening ceremony. When he took out the rose, the dean's face turned green... At that time, there was quite a lot of trouble, because of this, Senior Qi Bai was originally The guaranteed scholarship places have all been withdrawn.”

"Ah, why is this, the senior didn't do anything wrong."

"Who says it's not, but the environment is like this... In short, the male gods are the same as ours. You should stop dreaming. Get the moon first when you are near the water tower? It doesn't exist."

The small voice of discussion and the sound of footsteps went away together, Qi Bai walked out from the shadow of the corridor, and looked calm when washing his hands.

As soon as he got home and opened the door, Qi Bai saw a postcard and a few band-aids lying quietly on the floor of the entrance.

Qi Bai can guess what is written on the postcard without picking it up.

"Fuck!"

Qi Bai kicked the door, couldn't help but scolded, and aggressively took the things and went to the property.

The original residence was known to Zhao Yuankai, and Qi Bai changed to the now better security community.

"People came in behind an owner. The security guards thought they were together and didn't stop them. As for postcards and band-aids, they were stuffed through the cracks of the door, and people couldn't enter your house."