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Chapter 41

Qi Yan originally felt a little tired after running, and sat on the lawn in a daze. Unexpectedly, Fu Ci suddenly approached him and held his hand very hard. In the end, he was still not satisfied. Close to each other before giving up.

Qi Yan lowered his head and found that Fu Ci was looking at him with seriousness in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qi Yan was a little puzzled.

Before the two of them finished running and rested, Fu Ci always liked to look at the sky, and even dragged him to look at it together, saying what constellation he was looking for.

Fu Ci didn't answer his question. Instead, he pressed his other hand on his shoulder and asked Qi Yan to lie down side by side with him. "It's nothing, I just want to hold you, otherwise I always feel like something is missing."

After he finished speaking, he smiled and squeezed the knuckles of prayer.

The wind at night was still a little cool, blowing the broken hair on Fu Ci's forehead, making those eyes brighter and brighter. At this time, they were full of smiles, focused and gentle.

Inexplicably, Qi Yan felt a little warm in her ears, so don't look over her head and not meet Fu Ci's eyes.

Fu Ci let out a muffled laugh, touched Qi Yan's slightly red earlobe, and lay down, with his hands behind his head, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Qi Yan's side face——

Well, the shy look is cute too.

The current posture of the two of them is very similar to the painting. The difference is that this time, it is Fu Ci who is watching Qi Yan silently. The sourness displayed is completely different, and there is a shallow ambiguous and warm feeling flowing between the two, which makes people unbearable to disturb.

Qi Yan felt Fu Ci's sight, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he couldn't help but squeeze the other's hand back.

Although he didn't know why Fu Ci suddenly did this.

But it feels good.

In the next few days, Qiyan's class was very busy, and he also handed in a few paintings that he was most satisfied with to Professor Zhao Yuanming. The other party said that he would read them, but he did not reply.

Feng Ziyu looked at Qi Yan's trance in the studio, and comforted: "That kind of boss must be very busy, he may not have time, you wait."

After the last lecture, Mr. Zhao Yuanming was obviously very optimistic about Qiyan, otherwise he would not let Qiyan hand in a few more paintings for him to see. This posture seems to want to cultivate the feeling of Qiyan.

Mr. Zhao Yuanming is not only the vice chairman of the National Art Association, but also a professor of the Fine Arts Department of C University. Qiyan can go to C University to study for postgraduate studies and postgraduate studies under Zhao Yuanming.

However, all these prerequisites must be that Zhao Yuanming wants to accept the student of Qiyan.

Qi Yan knew that Feng Ziyu was comforting him, so he bent the corners of his mouth reluctantly: "Forget it, I know that my characters are actually not very good. Professor Zhao was given other landscape paintings, and maybe the teacher didn't like this type of painting."

Zhao Yuanming is good at figure drawing, and his student Xia Qing is also well-known for drawing figures and has won many awards.

Qi Yan also thought about handing in character pictures, but his previous attempts were too few, most of which were sketches about Fu Ci or daily photos of a single person. Many of the sexual tensions were too strong, revealing his mind so completely that he couldn't show it at all. .

Characters are really his weakness.

Feng Ziyu heard the hidden frustration in the words of prayer, and patted him on the shoulder. Knowing that it was useless to talk too much, he changed the subject and said, "Why haven't I seen Fu Ci coming to pick you up recently?"

This kid was the most active before, but he hasn't been seen in recent days, and he doesn't know how to accompany him to pray.

"Fu Ci ran to the basketball hall as soon as he was free recently, as if he was preparing for some game." Qi Yan was also a little unsure. He had been full of courses recently, and the rest of his mind was on Professor Zhao's reply, but he didn't ask too much. .

Feng Ziyu looked at Qiyan's tone when he mentioned Fuci, and winked at him: "Why don't you go to the stadium now? There isn't much homework this week. It's relatively free, so you can just relax."

After he finished speaking, he tightened his schoolbag and pushed the person out of the studio, "Stop painting, ask Fu to resign, and Cheng Liang and I are also going on a date, and I don't want to talk to you."

Qi Yan was pushed out like this, helplessly and funny.

Feng Ziyu's way of comforting people is quite unique.

However, he really shouldn't bother with the reply, just let it go.

He first sent Fu Ci a message to ask if he was in the basketball hall, but no one came back, so he asked again in the dormitory group, Liu Liu quickly replied, saying that the three of them were there, and asked Qi Yan to come and save them!

Only when went to pray did know what Liu Liu meant.

The three of them were sweating like rain on the court. Song Yang sat on the chair with his head raised, looking like he was losing his strength. Liu Liu was even more exaggerated, holding the basketball hoop and mourning: "Brother Ci, I really can't move. , you let us go woohoo..."

Fu Ci was wearing a red No. 6 jersey with sweat on his forehead. He slapped the ball and looked at Liu Liu with a frown, his expression unmoved, "Liu Zi, how long have you been playing? Come here, continue."

This kid can't do it either.

Seeing that Fu Ci was about to come to arrest him, Liu Liu couldn't run at all. When he was about to cry without tears, he suddenly saw a familiar figure behind Fu Ci and burst into tears of joy, "Pray!!!"

"This trick?" Fu Ci snorted, "It doesn't work."

On the court, this kid doesn't know how many balls he intercepted with this trick, and he won't be fooled now.

After he finished speaking, he pulled Liu Liu off the railing mercilessly, and dragged him to the center of the court, but when he turned his head, he caught sight of a figure standing on the edge of the court, and exclaimed: "Pray?"

Fu Ci directly dropped Liu Liu in his hand and strode towards the person.

Liu Liu was weak at first, and most of the gravity fell on Fu Ci's arm, but now he lost his support, his body crooked, and he squatted and fell to the ground.

His whole face wrinkled in pain, "Grass, Fuci, you slaying a thousand knives!"