Maybe I can't have a normal youth

Chapter 20 Ayton Girls High School

Enmu, Zhao Bai'an stood in front of a strange school and looked around, another strange place that came out of nowhere.

Zhao Bai'an looked in from the school gate, the tea-red brick walls piled up school buildings with uniform but slightly different styles, patchwork and very classical style.

If you only look in from the outside of the school gate, the overall campus does not look very big.At the farthest point of sight, the main building is also located in the center, with a magnificent momentum.Under the dark gray roof is a light gray half-story structure dotted with small circular windows in a symmetrical structure.The following is a three-story structure with tea red as the main body, and each floor is equipped with two-way shutter windows, which directly reflects a considerable sense of age.

This should be a school with a long history.

It seems that it is the time to go to school in the morning, and there are many girls in school uniforms entering the gate one after another.Zhao Bai'an looked down, she was also wearing the same school uniform as them.I really don't know if she was wearing such a suit from the beginning, or if Zhao Bai'an automatically let her wear it after seeing the styles of school uniforms worn by other girls.

A white short-sleeved shirt and a dark blue skirt, with a bow of the same color as the skirt, simple yet cute.With this school uniform and such a building, this place should be regarded as a western-style private high school.

On the right side of the school gate, the words "Ayton Girls' High School" are engraved on the wall in gilt characters.

Ah, it turned out to be a girls' school, no wonder all the girls I've seen so far are young girls.

However, the name "Ayton" always feels like I have heard it somewhere.Enmu, Zhao Bai'an carefully searched the memory but couldn't remember it right away.

The girls who came in all entered different study buildings in twos and threes.

Zhao Bai'an didn't know where to go, so he simply went to the main building to have a look.

There is a small white fountain at the entrance of the main building, and a small tall tree stands beside it.There are only two floors or less, but the branches and leaves are particularly luxuriant, forming a big dark green ball, standing quietly beside the fountain.Cooperating with the elegant fountain, one still and one movement are very commensurate.

A gust of wind blows, the sound of rustling trees, the sound of trickling water, other than that, the quiet campus.It really makes people feel younger all of a sudden, trance and beautiful.

I don't know if classes have started now.

Zhao Bai'an raised his head and looked up, the window sills were dotted with white wavy patterns with stones, which was solemn yet playful.

But this grid of shapes, tea-red brick walls...

It really looks like a wafer biscuit!

This kind of beauty-destroying metaphor can only be done by a foodie like her.

"Hey~Xiao An!" It was a familiar voice!

Zhao Bai'an raised his head to look for the source of the sound.I saw Yang Zichen poking his head out of a window on the second floor suddenly, waving his hands and cheerfully greeting her.

Huh?Why is Zi Chen here?

Oh, right.Ayton Girls' High School is Zichen's high school!

"Come on, come on!" Obviously, the two met in college, but Yang Zichen didn't seem to have any doubts about Zhao Bai'an's sudden appearance here.

When I came to the classroom on the second floor, it was full of easels. Although I hadn't started painting on each canvas, the teacher was already in the classroom.It looks like the class will start soon, or it may actually have started for a while.

The classroom is quite big, but there are not many students in the classroom. There are about fifteen easels. It may be that the oil paints waiting to be rubbed will touch others. Each easel is separated by a certain distance and placed at different angles. with.

Yang Zichen happened to be sitting by the window, maybe it was because of this that he saw Zhao Bai'an downstairs who was in a daze and wanted to eat wafer biscuits.There happened to be an empty wooden chair next to her easel, Zhao Bai'an strode across the classroom and trotted towards her.

"Are you taking oil painting class?" Zhao Bai'an asked in a low voice.

"Yes, but it's just a leisure class anyway, you can draw whatever you want."

"What is leisure class?"

"Oh, Xiao An. Don't you know that I'm an English major, and now all the students in this classroom are English majors." Yang Zichen poked his chin with a paintbrush in one hand, stared at the whiteboard and thought, while explaining to Zhao Bai'an, "So this kind of painting class is actually for us to relax! For the students of the painting direction, we need to be serious about it. But for us, it is equivalent to experiencing it and so on! "

That being said, several students frowned and thought, and then took a pencil to draw on the canvas first, and typed a draft.They all seem serious.

"Then I'm fine here?"

"Problem? What's the problem? Isn't it normal for you to be here?" Yang Zichen asked in surprise instead.

eh?

After hearing this, Zhao Bai'an straightened up and looked around. Sure enough, everyone was completely immersed in the work plan. Even the teacher seemed to not see her, the extra student who just sneaked in and whispered to Yang Zichen for a long time.

It's like air.

Wow, can only Yang Zichen see me?

Thinking of this, Zhao Bai'an stood up abruptly.The classmate next to her glanced sideways at her, but then turned his gaze away and continued to focus on the whiteboard.

Huh~ It seems that I am not transparent, it's just that everyone doesn't care about my existence at all.Eunmu is a reasonable outsider.This is also very good!

Zhao Bai'an breathed a sigh of relief, while she was thinking, Yang Zichen had already started to draw.It seems that there is no draft at all, and it looks full of confidence.

"What do you want to draw?"

"Yes." Yang Zichen dipped a large piece of dark blue paint, and began to spread it on the canvas with a brush.

"Draw what?"

"I won't tell you yet! Hehe."

Well well, mystery is also part of painting.

Zhao Bai'an lay on the window sill, looking down at the scenery outside the window.The water in the fountain was shining brightly, and the laughter of girls could be heard not far away.

Hearing the sound, she happened to see the large playground behind a certain teaching building from her angle.Another class appears to be having gym class.The girls wore sportswear with short sleeves and shorts, exposing their white limbs, and played football in two teams.

"Hey!" A flying kick went straight to the goal.

The results were wildly crooked.

It seems that they are not professional, they should also be leisure classes.However, regardless of whether the technique is good or bad, as long as you are happy, that may be part of the purpose of the leisure class.

Eh?but?

Zhao Bai'an narrowed his eyes.Across the grass, in the corner of the auditorium on the playground, there was another girl sitting there silently.The scorching sun was just blocked by tall buildings. Although the girl was also fair, she wore black hair slightly longer than her shoulders, and her bangs were a little bit long. She lowered her head slightly. From Zhao Bai'an's perspective, her bangs looked like Covering his eyes greatly reduced his sense of existence.Plus the perfect blessing of shadows.If he didn't look carefully, Zhao Bai'an would completely ignore her.

"Oh! Are you watching them play football? That's from the painting group~" Yang Zichen suddenly spoke to Zhao Bai'an, interrupting her thoughts, "Our leisure class is an assessment for them, and they have to work hard to learn You need to work harder inside~"

"Did you finish the painting?" Zhao Bai'an asked, seeing that Yang Zichen's movements had become more leisurely, and she had already tilted the legs of the chair and started to sway back and forth.

"Not yet, but it will be soon!"

The canvas was almost pitch black, but it was actually dark blue, and there were a few lumps of yellow dotted on it.

Enmu, Zhao Bai'an really couldn't see what she had drawn.If you want to say the best way to describe it, it may be an extremely low-profile version of Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Maybe when she actually finishes drawing it, she will be able to see what it is.Maybe.

Time seemed to pass very quickly, Zhao Bai'an looked around at the classmates, it seemed that they were all finishing their work.

Let's see how other students draw!

Since Zhao Bai'an is almost an outsider, it seems that it is also her duty to do a good job as a bystander.

Zhao Bai'an stood up, and went to the site of a classmate next to him to look at her paintings.Sure enough, she just looked at Zhao Bai'an again, but there was no expression on her face, and she didn't say anything.

In the painting, five cartoon dolls are sitting on the grass and having a picnic with balloons in their hands.

The color is bright and full. Although the perspective is not handled well, the dolls in the distance are almost the same size as the dolls in the near one. But for a student who is not in the direction of painting, it is considered to be a very good drawing.

Zhao Bai'an continued to wait and see in front of other paintings.There are forests, oceans, solid colors, and abstractions. Adolescent girls really have unlimited imagination.

"Ah, this is it?" When Zhao Bai'an looked at the paintings almost all over, she cried out in surprise at a painting.

The pure-color canvas is covered with snow, and the snowflakes are falling one by one, and the delicate brushstrokes depict the difference of each piece.Two girls who looked only six or seven years old were building snowmen on the grass that already had a layer of snow.One girl faces the canvas, and only her back squatting on the ground can be seen; the other girl has her back to the canvas, holding a snowball in her hand and smiling happily.

Gentle and happy.

Zhao Bai'an's attention was caught at the first sight of this painting.Especially after seeing several ordinary paintings, this amazing feeling shocked her senses even more.

If you tell Zhao Bai'an directly that this is a painting drawn by a classmate in the painting direction, she will immediately believe it.

The painter with hair a little shorter than the mushroom head showed a bright smile at the stunned Zhao Bai'an.This girl looked a little familiar, but she didn't know where she had seen it before.Maybe it was a girl from when I entered school.

Zhao Bai'an didn't care to look at the rest of the works, anyway, they would definitely not be better than this one.

"Hey, that girl is amazing! Is she really from your English direction?" Zhao Bai'an ran back to Yang Zichen and pointed at the girl.

"Oh~ it's normal! It's certain that Siqing is good at drawing. She is slightly weaker than her sister. In terms of painting, her sister is the best in the painting class!" Yang Zichen looked out the window, "Here, that's it."

Zhao Bai'an looked in the direction of Zichen's finger, pointing at the girl sitting in the shadow.

Ah, so they are sisters?No wonder Zhao Bai'an found that girl named Si Qing familiar.

"Siqing's younger sister is a genius in this area, but..." Yang Zichen paused, "Is it too quiet, or too gloomy? Anyway, I'm not very familiar with it, so I can't say it well. It's all about listening. My other friends said it. In short, you can tell by the way she looks, she doesn't fit in very well. It's completely different from Siqing."

"Hey, let's not talk about this! Look, I'm done drawing!" Yang Zichen swiped his pen and pointed forward.

It is still pitch black (crossed out) and filled with patterns like a few groups of yellow halos on the dark blue canvas.

"What exactly are you painting?" Zhao Bai'an really didn't appreciate it.

"It's so obvious that you can't even see it!!" Yang Zichen pouted, "Of course it's a firefly under the starry sky!"

Hey, ok ok.When you put it this way, you really have this kind of extreme abstract artistic atmosphere.It is indeed wrong for me to have expectations for your painting level.Zhao Bai'an complained silently again.

(End of this chapter)