Xu Sheng really felt that there was an inexplicable sense of shame when he had his boyfriend's voice on his earphones, and he had an inexplicable sense of shame when he gave a demonstration to others.

The person beside him nodded, still a little puzzled, and wanted to see him follow up: "Aren't you going to continue painting?"

Xu Sheng tugged at the headphone cable, pulled it down, and said, "The train of thought is broken."

I can't think of a painting now, it's all about someone.

The sketch teacher just finished correcting a classmate, reminding him to pay attention to the structure, spend more time on the shape, and notice Xu Sheng's side: "What are you doing standing around Xu Sheng, let me see what you have drawn It's like-"

The studio teacher designed and formulated different homework and goals for each student, and taught students in accordance with their aptitude. The studio achieved good results in the joint examination every year, which is precisely for this reason. Unlike other studios, everyone teaches at the same time.

But the studio teacher also encountered a thorny problem this year: how to teach Xu Sheng.

His personal style is too strong, everyone is still copying Fan paintings, but Xu Sheng has already shown an amazing uniqueness.

Xu Sheng didn't even need to write his signature, he could tell at a glance that it was him.

After the person next to him left, Xu Sheng stopped to sharpen his pencil to adjust his mood.

After sharpening the pencil to a longer length, he couldn't help but send him a message.

- You did it on purpose, brother.

Opposite reply:

-what

Forget it, Xu Sheng skipped this topic: video at night.

Xu Sheng added: "That boy Kang Kai is not here. He asked for leave in the evening. He has to go home, and he won't be back until tomorrow morning.

The studio teachers didn't follow them in the studio all day, and it was considered a semi-self-study at night. Kang Kai asked for leave at four o'clock and went back. Xu Sheng stayed in the studio until the early morning before returning to the bedroom after washing the palette.

It was windy outside and it was cold, so he rushed straight towards him and drilled out from Xu Sheng's neck.

Although it was already at this point, Xu Sheng still prepared to do a set of questions before going back to sleep, and gave Shao Zhan a video call while turning over the paper.

It's not like they haven't had a video before.

It's just that with Kang Kai there, many things can't be said recklessly.

When the video is on, Kang Kai will also be added: "Actually, I also have a few questions to ask..."

The final result was that Shao Zhan took two by himself, and Kang Kai, a tutor, had to admit that the big guy on the opposite side gave him a few supplements, and his mastery of knowledge seemed to be much better than before the training.

"This feeling of being taken away," Kang Kai said with emotion while lying on the bed at the end of a video, "It's like playing a game and winning, what kind of fairy days do you spend in school every day?"

Xu Cheng opened the door and entered the house.

"The clothes haven't been pulled." When the video was connected, Xu Sheng hadn't adjusted the angle yet, just to see his joints that were reddened by the cold wind, as well as the large collarbone exposed outside, and the zipper of his jacket was stuck. On the chest, the neckline of the sweater inside was too low.

Shao Zhan stopped his pen and said, "...Do you have to leave a few more prints to keep your memory long?"

Xu Sheng lowered his head and laughed, "It's just a few steps back from the studio..."

Shao Zhan: "Not even a few steps."

There was a heater in the room, Xu Sheng opened the zipper directly, took off his jacket and said, "Got it."

Knowing that Shao Zhan was busier than him during this time, Xu Sheng didn't say more - before the video started, he thought he would have a lot to say, but when he saw someone, his heart suddenly became quiet.

He glanced over Shao Zhan's knuckles with a black pen, and the sharp words on the test paper.

Shao Zhan was wearing a black sweater today, which made him feel unreal.

Xu Sheng was like this. He did two questions and looked at his boyfriend for a while. When he turned his pen for the second time and looked up, he happened to bump into Shao Zhan and looked up at him. The two looked at him, "..."

Xu Sheng put down the pen and peeked at each other to be caught. The two laughed together: "Fuck."

"I've been a little tired recently. I'll take a look at you," Shao Zhan said, "recharge the battery for a while."

Xu Sheng knew something about this competition. Before getting to know him, he, like many others, thought it was a matter of course for Shao Zhan to take the first place. But in the days of becoming Shao Zhan, he knew how much he paid behind his back.

After Xu Sheng finished writing a paper, he got the answer right, and pushed back the knowledge points that needed to be consolidated according to the answer. It was already 2:30 in the morning when he finished writing. ."

"If you haven't finished charging it, why don't you try another method," Xu Sheng said, "Maybe it will be faster."

Xu Sheng stretched out his hand, moved the video camera down, and landed on the hem of the rolled-up sweater. Only then did Shao Zhan realize that he was really not afraid of freezing. He was wearing dark black jeans and his legs were wrapped even more thinly. .

Shao Zhan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he asked, "Which way?"

"for example……"

Xu Sheng grabbed the hem of the clothes with his fingers, and Shao Zhan watched him lift up. He wore a belt around his waist, as if he was deliberately playing with him. After he lifted it up, he slipped his hand down, landed on the buckle around his waist and gestured to untie it, and raised his raised eyes, "This kind of thing? "

"..."

The real Xu Sheng can't do it.

But this kind of intangible, irresponsible for the aftermath, he is very good at it.

Xu Sheng did this, and it would be more shameful to go further, waiting for Shao Zhan to surrender.

However, Shao Zhan seemed to deliberately want to see which step he could take, and Xu Sheng's lower limit became lower, so he really continued down. Three seconds later, Shao Zhan hung up the video.

Boyfriend: You wait.

Xu Sheng had no conscience, he let go of his hand, the hem of his clothes hung down to cover all the scenery, and he supported his chin and smiled for a while.

After that, practiced day and night for a while.

The day the competition ended was the weekend. Coincidentally, Xu Sheng’s studio also conducted a mock test at the closing stage. The content of this mock test was not only sketching, sketching, and coloring, but also the content of the school exam.

The content of the school entrance examination accounts for most of the content. The joint entrance examination is the foundation and important, but it is not difficult for them. There are many "creative design" type test questions in the school entrance examination, which are far more difficult than the joint entrance examination.

Xu Sheng's standing in the studio is also because he not only has a strong foundation, but also has a stronger sense of design than others.

After the exam was over, the teachers needed to go back to the office to grade, and after collecting the papers, someone leaned on the window and shouted, "It's snowing—"

This is the first snowfall this winter.

"Look, it's snowing."

The bus on the return trip was carrying students from No. 6 High School. Shao Zhan was sitting in the back row to catch up on sleep, but was woken up by this voice. He turned his head and saw through the glass window that the fine snowflakes fell down like fluff and landed on objects. It quickly turned into invisible water stains.

He looked at it for a while, and then saw the picture that Xu Sheng sent.

S: [Picture]

S: It's snowing.

The angle of the picture is very special. It is a picture of the sky from the bottom up. It should be taken by Xu Sheng with his hand out of the window.

Although they were not together, they saw the same snow at the same time.

Shao Zhan suddenly wanted to see him in front of this photo.

Now, immediately.

-Are you in the studio now?

After taking the photo, Xu Sheng sat back in his seat and put his foot on the beam and replied: Hmm.

-What's wrong?

-I just finished my exam, I'm doing self-study now, and today I still have one color and five sketches to draw.

After the exam, the studio was very noisy. These art candidates may also be using this method to relieve pressure. The teacher did not draw much on the homework assigned by the teacher, but chatted a lot.

The topic quickly turned to Xu Sheng: "Xu Shen, which school are you from, Liyang? It is true that I heard that Liyang has a very powerful person this year. Principal Liyang said last year that he was the first in the joint entrance examination this year. Definitely at their school."

Xu Sheng put adhesive tape around the drawing paper and said, "No."

"I'm from Linjiang."

"..."

Linjiang No. 6 Middle School?

The person who asked this question was dumbfounded.

Art and Linjiang No. 6 Middle School should not be involved no matter how you think about them! Have you ever been an art student in Linjiang?

The whole studio was hit, and in the end, he could only sigh with emotion: "Study, learner."

Xu Sheng had no face to recognize these words.

Not really.

After the exam, they have an hour break to eat.

When Xu Sheng came back from eating, the rest time was not over, and there were not many people in the studio. He planned to paint the color assignment left by the teacher first.

After the exam, the palette was already full of colors, and the remaining paint on it had dried out. Xu Sheng lowered his head and seriously added paint to the paint box, intending to go out to wash the palette after adding.

He doesn't like to wash palettes very much. After the paint is dry, it is difficult to wash, and the water is cold in winter-washing palettes is a chore.

After Xu Sheng added one, he closed the lid, then took another can of color from the side and added paint to the paint box. After adding half of it, the phone vibrated a few times.

-I ordered takeout for you, go out and pick it up.

-? I have eaten bro.

But even if he had eaten, he couldn't go back once it was delivered. It was snowing outside, and he was afraid that the waiter would wait too long, so Xu Sheng put on his coat and walked to the door of the studio.

The studio was on the second floor, and the light on the corridor was dim. Halfway through, he remembered what Shao Zhan told him in the video last time, so he raised his hand to zip up his coat, and pulled up the hat behind his clothes.

However, as soon as he reached the entrance of the stairs, he was dragged over by a hand.

Only then did he realize that there was a person leaning against the corner of the wall, and when he regained his senses, he was already in his arms, and a voice that was more real than the audio sounded in his ears, and the similar voice said: "...Xu Sheng, meal arrive."

Shao Zhan lowered his head to check his clothes and saw that he ran out before halfway through the zipper this time, so he kissed him on the lips: "Reward."

It was still snowing outside, and the snow was much heavier than when it first fell. Shao Zhan's body was cold, and Xu Sheng's fingers on his arm felt a little bit of cold snow.

Luckily, it was lunch time, and there was no one in the corridor.

Xu Sheng: "Why are you here?"

"The competition is over," Shao Zhan said, "Director Gu gave the competition students a day off."

Until Shao Zhan followed him back to the studio, Xu Sheng hadn't recovered.

When Shao Zhan entered, the classmates who came back early in the studio got stuck halfway through chatting: "..."

"And then what happened?"

"I forgot," the classmate said, "I was so handsome that my mind went blank. Is Xu Shen's friend who just came in?"

The seats in the back are spacious. Shao Zhan sat in the vacant seat next to Xu Sheng. He looked at this studio for the first time—similar to the Kang family studio he had been to before. There were Fan paintings on the walls and the structure was written on the blackboard. Explanation, the light source and the basic color wheel are explained on the right.

"Four-hour self-study, if you feel bored, you can go to the dormitory and wait first," Xu Sheng said after finishing the paint box, and had to face the paint tray next to him. Only half of it was exposed, "I'll go wash it..." and put down the paint tray.

Shao Zhan first picked up the paint tray in front of him. He was also the one who spent an hour in Kang Kai's studio before "Xu Sheng", and knew that he had to change the water in the bucket: "My hands are shrunk like this, I'll go. wash."

Xu Sheng put the dirty sponge on the side on the paint tray and gave it to him, rudely: "And this."

After Xu Sheng finished the operation, he had no psychological burden at all. After speaking, he said very unconscionably, "Thank you, brother."

His words were not loud, but he couldn't stand the ears of others listening.

In their studio, one Xu Sheng is enough to shock. Sometimes people from other studios come to see it between classes. Now there is another one, and the visual effect is doubled.

Oh, it was my brother.

The other students who were silently paying attention turned their heads back after reaching the conclusion, and said in their hearts: Are other people's older brothers so good?

In the winter, was willing to help wash the palette.

What a peerless good brother.