Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 281 Is It Too Bold?

"When the time comes, we'll find a way to get Bai Yang drunk!"

"Ah?" Zeng Jianeng opened his mouth wide: "Just us? Get Bai Yang drunk?"

You want me to kill the Monkey King, right?

"I can't compete with him in drinking." Duan Yiqing said, "But we can think of a way, find an excuse, such as playing games, and then we can cooperate with each other, and then we can secretly replace our wine with water."

Zeng Jianeng's face was a little dull: "Yiqing, you are really taking an unconventional approach."

"But what if you get Bai Yang drunk? If he doesn't like you, he won't like you even if he's drunk."

"After that..." Duan Yiqing bit her lip and said, "After that, I'll ask you to squeeze in with Hui Lingfeng first. I'll help Bai Yang to our room."

Zeng Jianeng covered his mouth and his pupils shrank wildly.

"Yiqing, you——"

Her face turned red involuntarily: "Is this the bold idea you have in mind?"

"You plan to take advantage of Bai Yang's drunkenness and then-"

She couldn't speak anymore.

No, isn't that a bit too bold?

This has completely exceeded Zeng Jianeng's imagination!
Seeing Zeng Jianeng's expression, Duan Yiqing's face also turned red. She waved her hands and explained: "Of course, the kind of thing you imagine will not happen!"

"He's already drunk, how can he?" Duan Yiqing paused: "Anyway, my plan is to let him sleep in our room, and when he sobers up, I'll say that he took advantage of me. I guess he won't remember that much when he's drunk."

Zeng Jianeng: “.”

"I've heard a saying that a man's guilt is the beginning of love." Duan Yiqing continued, "Since he has absolutely no thoughts about me in that regard, let's create an opportunity and make him feel guilty first!"

"No matter what, at least I can make sure that he has a place for me in his heart and no longer regards me as just an ordinary friend."

Zeng Jianeng: "Yiqing, wait a moment, let me sort it out."

She looked puzzled: "I can't quite follow your outrageous train of thought."

"Let's not talk about whether what you heard is reasonable or not. Even if guilt can really turn into love, have you ever thought about a possibility? Plans can't keep up with changes. What if he really takes advantage of you?"

"What if Bai Yang gets drunk and goes wild?"

Duan Yiqing bit her lip and said, "Then I am not at a disadvantage."

Zeng Jianeng: “???”

"Anyway, I like him and want to be with him. It's only a matter of time before he takes advantage of me." Duan Yiqing was unconcerned: "Besides, it's not certain who will take advantage of whom! If he really has the guts, then... it's a done deal!"

"He'll never be able to escape in his lifetime!"

Zeng Jianeng: “.”

Is this what you call fair competition with Wanwan? You are totally reckless and unscrupulous!

We are both people who have never been in a relationship, why are you so outstanding? Is the education in Sichuan and Chongqing different from that in southern Hunan?
Mom, chasing boys is so scary!

"Canon~" Duan Yiqing hugged her arm: "Will you help me?"

"help!"

Once I accepted this setting, I suddenly felt a little excited and started looking forward to it.

Bai Yang and Chun Yuwan had been wandering around the village for a while.

"Xiao Yuwan, it's just a sketching exercise, there's no need to take it so seriously, right?"

Bai Yang smiled and said, "The feeling you want to paint may not be found in this village."

"Even if it's just practice, you have to put your heart and soul into every painting." Chun Yuwan said seriously, "Otherwise, what's the point of sketching? If you want to hone your basic skills, copying in the studio is the same."

"Okay." Bai Yang said jokingly, "It is said that Xiao Yuwan can be a painter. Just this kind of seriousness is not something that ordinary people can compare to."

Chun Yuwan glanced at Bai Yang and said, "Don't make fun of me!"

As they were chatting, Bai Yang saw Zhuang Wensheng walking towards them in a hurry with his head down.

He raised his hand and said hello: "Brother Zhuang, you haven't chosen a place to sketch yet?"

Zhuang Wensheng seemed to be startled. He raised his head and said uncomfortably, "No, no, I'm not feeling well. I plan to go back to the B&B to rest first."

"Really?" Bai Yang looked at the other person's expression and always felt that the other person was a little guilty.

However, the other party has been very honest recently, and he was too lazy to care about his private affairs, so he smiled and said, "Then Brother Zhuang, you must take care of your health." Zhuang Wensheng nodded, buried his head and walked away quickly.

After wandering around for a while, Chun Yuwan finally chose the composition. It was an alley. The afternoon sun just happened to shine obliquely on the red wall. The silhouette of the building on the other side of the lower half appeared particularly strong under the light and shadow.

This is a scene that any art student with a keen eye for composition and color cannot resist.

Apparently, Chun Yuwan was not the only one who was interested in this place. Two students had already set up their easels at the entrance of the alley and started to compose their paintings.

He looks unfamiliar, probably a student from another art studio.

Out of politeness, Bai Yang went over to say hello: "Classmate, it should be okay for us to stand next to each other, right?"

The two looked over, and one of them nodded in a friendly manner: "It's okay."

Without further communication, the two set up their easels, fetched water from the canal nearby, put down their brushes, set up their portable stools, and began to compose their paintings facing the alley.

"The visual focus of this scene should be the red wall under the light, right?"

Bai Yang asked Chun Yuwan.

"Yeah." Chun Yuwan nodded: "The color of this red wall is rich to begin with, and with the changes in light and shadow, it will look very good when painted."

"Rich." Bai Yang smiled helplessly.

He really couldn't see what was rich about it; to him, it was just a wall painted with the same exact red paint.

But after practicing for so long, even though you can't see it with your eyes, the techniques are still there. For example, the red wall under the sun needs to be warmer, and the dark part needs to be cooler; or when adjusting the color of the nearby red, add more yellow, and when adjusting the color of the distant red, add more blue.

In the end, the three-dimensional and depth relationship in color paintings depends not only on light and dark, but also on the relationship between warm, cold and pure gray, which is more important.

As I was waving my brush and quickly painting large areas of color on the paper, the voices of two students from other studios in front of me came into my ears.

"I'm out of Dabai, can you lend me some? I'll go to the art supply store at the entrance of the village and buy you a bottle later."

"Okay, take it. Why don't you prepare it in advance?"

"Save as much as you can. Buying paint in the studio is too expensive. I originally planned to buy it when I was sketching, but the paint in this village is also expensive. It's outrageous!"

"It's understandable that this village is expensive, after all, it's so remote. As for our studio, we're just fucking crazy about making money!"

"It's still under closed management. I can only go out once a week. Every time I go out, I have to do a lot of shopping at the art supply store outside. If I'm short of something, I have to pay the studio's sky-high price. Sigh."

"I heard that it seems that only our studio does this. Other studios are quite normal. Some studios even sell painting materials at cost price, which is cheaper than other art supply stores."

"It's not just about the painting materials. Whose studio's cafeteria charges a monthly fee? Those who eat more and those who eat less pay the same price, but the food is awful. Every day it's either potatoes or tomatoes, with a few sparse meat and vegetables."

"I have to pay more than a thousand yuan for travel and accommodation to write a novel. Can the room rate of the B&B we are staying in be so expensive?"

"Damn it, I really can't stay in this crappy studio anymore!"

"Who says it's not true? But what can we do? We have already paid the tuition fees. It can't be refunded. We can't waste so much money, right?"

"I regret it now. After coming to the capital, I realized that there are differences between studios. Why did I stupidly pay the money just because of a studio brochure?"

"We come from a small place, and we don't have the conditions to come to the capital in advance to learn about these studios. We just believe whatever they say. Besides, the guy who came to recruit students at that time was quite intimidating. He had long hair and his pants were full of paint. He was a student of CAFA. Even the studio teachers were intimidated, let alone us at that time?"

"Fuck, don't mention that bitch. What's wrong with CAFA students? He's just a bastard who makes money by recruiting students!"

"When I get admitted to CAFA, I will definitely settle the score with him!"

"Hey, can we get into CAFA from this crappy studio? Don't be silly. This studio has never had a student get into CAFA in its history."

"It has no history. It's only been open for the third year."

Bai Yang listened to these conversations and felt more and more that something was not right.

Why does the thing they describe seem so strangely familiar?

A crappy art studio, a student from the Central Academy of Fine Arts who was tricked into coming to the capital by an admissions officer, and a student with long hair.
The students of CAFA didn't know, but Bai Yang actually knew someone with long hair who liked to wear jeans covered in paint. Coincidentally, the other party seemed to have boasted that he made a lot of money by helping other art studios recruit students.

Considering how Zhuang Wensheng looked guilty just now and didn’t even do some sketching practice and just ran straight back to the B&B, couldn’t it be such a coincidence?

I ran into the victim while out sketching?
Bai Yang had no intention of taking the initiative to talk to the other party and tell them that the bastard they were looking for was nearby. Although these two people were indeed miserable and Zhuang Wensheng deserved it, it was none of his business.

Instead, he looked at Chun Yuwan next to him.

The other party seemed to be not listening to the previous conversation at all, and his mind was completely immersed in the picture.

And the white paper was gradually covered with large patches of rich and bright red.

(End of this chapter)