Other students arrived in the studio one after another, a total of more than thirty students in a class.

When the studio is almost half full of half, Kang Kai's seats on the side have been sitting five or six people. They are all mature noodles who usually participate in the painting contest. Kang Kai has won two good times. Among these people, "star players. ","

"Master Kang!" Another classmate called him as soon as he entered the door, and then sat down on the empty position on Kang Kai in three or two steps.

"..." Kang Kai was forced to accompany the seventh time: "Hello, hello, the master will not, it is overwhelmed."

The classmate was also familiar with it. He hooked Kang Kai's shoulder and said, "Hey, the master is humble, we have seen the day of Xinghai Cup selection. I heard that you also came to this episode, but I did not expect to meet."

Kang Kai: "You're welcome."

Kang Kai chatted with him, and couldn't help but look back at what Xu Sheng was doing.

As a result, only half of the back -headed brain -he saw too much in the studio in this posture. If he was impatient, Xu Sheng had a longer hair, and his long legs could only be stepped under the painting rack due to insufficient space. He Hold down your neck and choose between sleeping and playing with mobile phones. Finally choose to sleep.

So the half -headed brain was completely buried, and the beams of the painting rack raised the knee height, which was just enough to lie, and could only see half of elbow from the side.

There are two star players in their training students, one Kang Kai, and the other is said to win many awards. The boy wore glasses and sat in the middle of the second row after entering the door, picked a good perspective.

The two star players were greeting by other students in the studio.

There is no academic performance in the world of art candidates. Whoever draws well is the big man.

Xu Sheng slept for more than ten minutes.

With the noisy conversation, the teacher of the studio entered the door with a stack of information.

Kang Kai didn't fall asleep regardless of Xu Sheng, and sent a message to Xu Sheng:

I really feel wrong, I suspect that I want to take the exam.

Suddenly quietly, and the mobile phone was on the thigh, Xu Sheng squinted and pulled his phone halfway.

The teacher of the studio is slightly older than Aunt Kang. The man is still not old at this age. He has a fashionable color and thin body. He stands on the side of the stack of stills. : "Touch the exam, the color tone requires warm color. Two hours, start drawing. The self -introduction is exempted. That set is virtual. Use your paintings to let me know you."

It's quiet under the stage: "..."

Then there was an unexpected sorrow: "No."

"Take the exam at one time?"

Xu Sheng was still shrinking in the back row and did not sleep enough.

He brushed the question in the early morning last night, and talked to his boyfriend in the middle of the night. He packed things early in the morning and moved to the dormitory building. Now he is very lacking in sleep.

After hearing it, he put his legs down, the whole person leaned back, grabbed his hair, and returned to Kang Kai: What are you afraid of.

After returning to the back, he opened the chat box of Shao Zhan, and he ignored Ren Kangkai's return.

Kang Kai: I'm so nervous.

-Do you are not nervous?

-Where? Are you falling asleep again?

After the studio teacher briefly introduced himself, Xu Sheng barely returned to him: I want to sleep and chat with my boyfriend.

Kang Kai: ...

The focus of the audience was still on the studio teacher and the two star players.

Kang Kai forced another call. After waiting for a long time without waiting for a reply, a familiar classmate leaned over and whispered, "Master Kang, I'm optimistic about you. First place, we can't lose to the one with glasses."

Kang Kai wanted to say: No, no, no, what are you thinking, the real boss is huddled behind and busy in love.

Xu Sheng's position was at the back, and there was a drawing board blocking it, so it was not conspicuous, and he looked like a wild crane. After sitting up, other students in the back row inadvertently swept over his seat. In the studio that relies entirely on painting skills, Xu Sheng can rarely use his face to shock the students in the back row: "Fuck, This face is worth this leg, seriously.

The studio teacher hurriedly swept across the stage: "The water room is across the aisle outside. Those who want to collect water can go in batches." After that, he raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "The exam begins."

- It's a bit interesting that this studio takes a thorough examination.

- Come on, little painter.

Where did Little Painter get his nickname?

Xu Sheng laughed and began to prepare for the exam. After finishing the preparations, he began to find an angle to compose the picture. He squeezed a very thin line pen in his hand and dipped some ochre color on the drawing board to make a draft.

……

Two hours passed, and when the painting was about to be closed, some classmates began to whisper.

"I heard that this teacher never gives full marks easily. My cousin also trained in this studio before, and she said that until the end, the highest score was only 148 points."

Drawing, color, and sketching are scored 150 each, and 90 is a passing score.

Finally, someone said, "We have two bosses this time, so there should be two full marks. No matter how they say, they are the top two in the Xinghai Cup."

The studio teacher didn't say much after collecting the drawings, he just said: "Continue later, the other two teachers will come to take you to the sketch and sketch test."

After finishing all three subjects, they were left in the studio to continue practicing their sketching assignments until the final results were announced.

Before school, the studio teacher entered the class with a stack of paintings: "This time there are three perfect marks."

The part of guessing the score is always the most exciting. Everyone swept away the exhaustion of the day and guessed at the bottom: "One boss Kang, one boss Wang, who else got the full score?"

"It seems that we are really masters in this session, and the three primary color studio is well-deserved."

Xu Sheng sat in the corner and took out a candy bar to satisfy his hunger, waiting to take Kang Kai out for a meal after class.

The studio teacher announced "three perfect marks": "Xu Sheng, 150 for color, 150 for sketch, and 150 for sketch."

All the students who thought that the three perfect scores were three people: "..."

The studio teacher continued to sign up his name: "Kang Kai, color 148, sketch..."

Only then did they react with hindsight: what the hell? !

Who is Xu Sheng?

Kang Kai and another "star player" scored the same score of 148, but that eldest brother was obviously not in a good mood, and anyone who was completely crushed would not be in a good mood. And at his level, he must have often scored full marks in the studio in the past.

On the other hand, Kang Kai has no opinion on his own score, and he also knows the reason why he only scored 148 in a painting with a score of 150: because there is a comparison.

There's nothing wrong with just looking at it.

As long as Fan and Xu Sheng's paintings are placed together, the gap will immediately come out, and the previous 150 points can't be dropped.

Thinking of this, Kang Kai couldn't help but look back to see what Xu Sheng was doing amid the clamor of many overlapping voices asking "Who is Xu Sheng?"

Hmm ... as usual, lowered head and returned the news.

Kang Kai "fucking" in his heart, he was really sad as Xu Sheng's career fan.

I was familiar with the side and asked, "Who is Xu Sheng, do you know Master Kang?"

"Well, know." Kang Kai looked back, "He is my father."

"..."

Fortunately, the teachers of the studio also have the same questions as the classmates in the audience. He has brought so many students, and has encountered a lot of outstanding and excellent ones, but rarely encountered this style of painting. Under the stage: "Who is Xu Sheng?

While Xu Sheng gave Kang Kai's past sentence "What to eat at night", he raised his hand inadvertently.

The next day, the Sanyuan color studio was spread all over the other studio.

Xu Sheng has no effort to take care of those rumors. Every day, in addition to painting, he is memorizing words. The training period is a period of consolidation and sprint for the art candidates. The weather is completely in winter. The more tired and higher the drawing paper.

Most people will stay in the studio until one or two in the morning, day after day.

Xu Sheng had to take time to take a bath. It was filled with all time by dense training. Shao Zhan was busy competing. The two would talk a few words a day, and occasionally picking time videos.

In addition to sending a "Good night" last night, Shao Zhan also sent an audio file and remark: Listen tomorrow.

The people in the studio are familiar with him, and occasionally come to see him to demonstrate. There will always be three or two people around him. Today, it is no exception: "Can we look at your paintings?"

Xu Sheng did not refuse, and found the headset to put it on.

When Xu Sheng painted, he was used to putting things with one side of the headphones and listening to the picture.

After the headset is put on, it will automatically play the audio downloaded yesterday for 38 minutes.

When Xu Sheng downloaded yesterday, he thought it would be a course speech shared with him from the Internet, or the summary of the study, and did not care. ""

The classmates on the side did not miss Xu Sheng's slightest painting step: "Xu Shen, this line? Is it auxiliary line?"

Xu Sheng wiped the thread with a plastic rubber, and pretended to be calm and said, "No, slippery."

There are two seconds blank at the beginning of the audio, and then a sound that he is familiar with is no longer familiar with the headset cable, as if he was talking to his left ear: "Today is the ninth training."

The juvenile voice was low, accompanied by pages.

"I don't need to listen to it in the next way, just let it go."

Xu Sheng heard him read the first sentence "Text One."

"Hello, David.i Hope I have n’t kept you waiting ..."

Shao Zhan reads a set of English listening materials. He adjusted the sentence interval and worried that he thought too fast. It was obviously a cold sound. At the end of the thought, he would lower it. Converse meaning.

He analyzed the test papers of Xu Sheng's previous English test, and found that the listening part was seriously lost, especially the last two questions.

He does not need to listen to and concentrate on painting, but it can also increase a sense of language in his ear a few times in his ear. After that, he returns to the cultural class.

When Xu Sheng accompanied Shao Zhan's voice, he finished drawing a half -Zhang Zhang sketch. When he was about to stop and bending down and cutting the pencil, the audio just broadcast until the last ten seconds. After a set of listening, he paused for a few seconds.

The page turning stopped, Shao Zhan sighed at the night, his voice was lower, and it was rare: "... fuck, miss you."

Xu Sheng's hand holding the brush tightly, suddenly heard the boyfriend's love, the tip of his ears couldn't stop red, and then simmered the brush down, raised his hand, and covered his eyes with his palms.

The classmate next to him: "Xu Shen? Are you uncomfortable?" This is Xu Sheng's new nickname after he got three perfect marks.

Xu Sheng: "...It's a little uncomfortable."

Xu Shengxin said.

Heartbeat is too fast.