I loaded the social death system

Chapter 30 The Model Problem

After Chen Yanan repeatedly apologized, she said that she would take Liu Yi to the hospital for examination.

But Liu Yi firmly said that he didn't need it, as long as Chen Yanan stayed away from him.

This woman seemed to be overpowering herself. If she continued a few more times, he would probably be crippled by her.

The two left the security room. As soon as they went out, they saw a large group of people looking around not far away.

"Come out, come out."

"It was the two of them just now."

"Yes, yes, that's them, in Uniqlo."

"Hey, young people nowadays are really having fun."

"Will the video be available for download in a few days?"

"Brother, borrow one to talk."

……

Liu Yi and Yuan Meng stared blankly at the crowd in front of them, their ears filled with discussions from the onlookers.

【Ding!From Liu Yi's social death value +999! 】

【Ding!Social life value from Yuan Meng +999! 】

【Ding!From Liu Yi's social death value +999! 】

【Ding!Social life value from Yuan Meng +999! 】

……

The two of them ran out of the shopping mall covering their faces. It was not until they got into the car that Yuan Meng let out a sigh of relief.

Then he turned around and pointed at Liu Yi with a small set of Wing Chun.

"Coach, why are you hitting me?"

"Hey, I just helped you fight the bugs!"

When Liu Yi said this, the other party stopped.

"Hmph, it's not your fault. If you don't get my clothes wet, will I go to the fitting room?"

"If I don't go to the fitting room, will I encounter bugs?"

"Would I be so ashamed if I didn't meet bugs?"

“I don’t dare to come to this mall again!”

"People are waiting for our short video!"

Yuan Meng gritted her teeth angrily, Liu Yi could only hide back.

After a while, the Fire Queen slowly disappeared, and the usual her gradually returned.

"Huh, thanks."

"Thank you for what."

"For this meal, you also have to help me catch bugs." Yuan Meng is still a very reasonable girl. She will be fine when her anger is gone. She has a straightforward temper and will not sulk. She will hold back herself and others.

"I've been afraid of bugs since I was a child. I was scared to death just now. In such a small space, I have nowhere to escape, but my mind is blank. I can only ask you for help."

"Does your wrist still hurt?" Yuan Meng grabbed his hand and examined it carefully in front of his eyes.

"It's okay, the skin is rough and the flesh is very thick, it doesn't matter." Liu Yi smiled.

"Let's go, let's practice the car!" Yuan Meng snapped his fingers, and then started the car.

Liu Yi found that whenever she held the steering wheel, her eyes would change obviously, like a Valkyrie who was about to go to the battlefield, her eyes were extraordinarily sharp.

At this time, she was far more beautiful than usual.

……

"Why are you so stupid, clutch, clutch."

"Put in gear and grab the gear lever. Why do you keep touching my thigh? The gear lever is on my lap!"

"Look in the rearview mirror, why are you looking at my face?"

"See that car in front, hit him!"

"I can not!"

"Then you don't brake yet!"

【Ding!From Liu Yi's social death value +999! 】

After being despised and satirized for several hours, Liu Yi finally returned to the school gate exhausted.

"I've made some progress today, and my driving skills have improved again." Yuan Meng patted his head as a sign of encouragement.

"Coach, why did you become so irritable once you started teaching?"

"I learned this from my dad. Do you know if you are a professional? Do you understand if a strict teacher produces a high-level apprentice?" Yuan Meng looked at his handsome apprentice with a look of disgust.

"Continue to practice tomorrow."

"No, I think driving every day will be too much for my body."

"Young man, how can you say that you can't bear it." Yuan Meng waved at him: "Thank you for your dinner and clothes."

Then kick the accelerator and walk away.

At the same time, the art club activity classroom.

Zhao Hanwei is creating in the classroom, with her professional teacher standing beside her.

"Han Wei, no, what's wrong with you? Why are the things you drew recently no longer inspiring?"

"What about the emotion in your previous painting, the feeling of anger?"

The teacher said slightly disappointed.

"Han Wei, there is still more than a month before the deadline for the art exhibition of college students. Before that, you must come up with a work that represents your highest level."

"But now you're clearly out of shape."

"Hanwei, you have to know, step by step, if you can stand out at the art exhibition, there is a good chance that there will be a gallery or studio to sign with you before you graduate from university, and if it is even possible, You can also start your own studio."

"And if you remain unknown and can't get decent results, then you will either change your career after graduation, or you will have to become a teacher in primary and secondary schools. There is a huge difference between your personal achievements. You must clear."

Zhao Hanwei frowned, how could he not know what the teacher said.

But artistic creation is not a dinner party. It is far from that simple. In addition to solid basic skills, the most important thing is inspiration.

I feel that this kind of thing is mysterious and mysterious. When it comes, it is like a torrent of wild animals, but when it retreats, it is nowhere to be found. This is the most confusing thing.

"Okay, Hanwei, it's getting late now, you should go back and rest too."

The teacher clapped his hands: "That model, call it a day, and go to the art club to collect money tomorrow."

Zhao Hanwei turned off the lights in the classroom, hugged her small bag, and walked back to the dormitory feeling a little disappointed.

"What's the matter, Weiwei, you don't seem to be in a good mood." Qian Shishi lay on the bed and patted her head.

"Oh, I know. You saw that Liu Yi getting into another girl's car today, so you're jealous, aren't you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Shishi, I'm worrying about my creation."

Zhao Hanwei sat in front of her desk, resting her chin with one hand and feeling depressed.

"What's the matter? You're so worried. Tell us."

She told a few of her girlfriends that she couldn't find inspiration these days, and her painting got worse and worse.

Qian Shishi rolled her eyes a few times, then said while hugging her shoulder with a smile.

"Weiwei, have you ever thought that lack of inspiration may not be your problem, but the model's problem."

"What does this mean?" Zhao Hanwei asked suspiciously.

"Think about it, who did you draw on the day you were praised by the teacher?"

Zhao Hanwei froze for a second, then raised her small fist and hit Shishi.

"I'm talking to you seriously, but you're always joking."

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious."

……

In the middle of the night, the bedroom was unusually quiet, with only a few gentle breathing sounds.

The girls' dormitory is quiet, unlike the boys' dormitory, where they grind their teeth, pick their feet, snore, and make weird noises.

And in this extremely quiet environment, Zhao Hanwei suddenly woke up from her sleep, her eyes widened, and then she suddenly sat up from the bed.

She woke up from her sleep, not because of nightmares.

call……

Zhao Hanwei let out a long breath.

She woke up startled because Shishi's words were repeated in her sleep.

What about models?
"Could it be...no way!"

Zhao Hanwei lay down again angrily, but tossed and turned all night, but couldn't fall asleep again.

(End of this chapter)