Xueba Queen's vest

The yin and yang of a certain student in the Academy of Fine Arts successfully made the students of the School of Business Administration initiate a cordial exchange with him.

In the end, the views became more extreme.

Those who study fine arts say that studying finance is vulgar, not as noble as us.

Those who study finance make fun of those who study fine arts who are self-confident. No matter how good your paintings are, aren’t they still auctioned off by merchants?Merchants don't spend money to buy your paintings, you just wait to starve to death!

The relationship between the two houses is tense.

Ye Wushuang seldom logs in to the campus network, so he doesn't know about it.

After school in the evening, she greeted Duan Mujing, Jian Jiaoyang, Meng Yunjing and others, and returned to her apartment to cook.

After seven o'clock, Ji Shen came back, his lips were slightly white, his skin was unhealthy red, and he kept coughing.

Feng Jiu came in after him, holding some medicine in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wushuang took off his apron.

"It's okay...cough cough." Ji Shen's voice was very hoarse.

Ye Wushuang gave Feng Jiu a look.

Feng Jiu agreed, respectfully said:

"When I went to check the construction situation of the underground five-star hotel in the afternoon, a worker's child fell into the river. There was no security there, and I was not at the scene. Ji Shao went down to save it by himself.

The two were washed from the upstream to the downstream. In autumn, the temperature was low, and Ji Shao caught a cold. I must trouble Ms. Ye to take care of her. "

Ye Wushuang nodded.

Feng Jiu put the medicine on the table and left.

Ye Wushuang pulled Ji Shen, pushed him on the sofa, glanced at the brightly colored Sichuan dishes on the table, and frowned slightly: "I'll get you some porridge."

Sichuan cuisine has a strong taste and is not suitable for people with colds.

"It's just a cold, don't bother, cough." Ji Shen got up, not willing to let Ye Wushuang continue to work.

What's more, he is a big man, so there is no need to be so hypocritical.

"Tonight's food is rather spicy, do you want to get angry?" Ye Wushuang pressed Ji Shen down again, touched his forehead with his hand, and then pressed his own forehead:

"There is no thermometer at home, let me try your temperature."

Both of them are not very sick, and Ye Wushuang forgot to keep home medical supplies in his apartment.

Ji Shen originally wanted Ye Wushuang not to worry, a cold is a piece of cake for him, just take some medicine and sleep and he will be fine, if not, then take more medicine, if not, hang up the water.

But Ye Wushuang pressed his forehead, and the moment he saw her eyes, he couldn't say anything.

In her eyes, he saw worry, gentleness, a little bit of accusation, and a little bit of anger.

"The temperature is very high. Go and lie down on the bed. I'll give you medicine after I finish making the porridge." Ye Wushuang stood up straight.

When Ji Shen heard "feed the medicine", he nodded immediately: "Okay."

He's a big man, so it's reasonable to be hypocritical!

When Ye Wushuang finished his work and entered the bedroom with the medicine in hand, Ji had already leaned against the head of the bed and sat down obediently.

Ye Wushuang fed slowly, and he drank slowly.

Neither of them spoke, it's just that the former is accustomed to talking less, while the latter wants to enjoy the whole process.

After feeding the medicine, Ji Shen's hoarse voice became moist, with a hint of a smile: "If you feed the medicine, it doesn't matter if you suddenly feel sick all the time."

When she fed him the medicine, all eyes were on him.

"Confused?" Ye Wushuang reached out to touch Ji Shen's forehead, and the temperature was indeed higher: "Lie down and rest first, and I will feed you when the porridge is ready."

She leaves the bedroom.

Ji Shen smiled and rolled his eyes.

this fool.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Ji Shen's temperature dropped a little, Ye Wushuang prepared medicine and breakfast for him, and left for the University of Finance and Economics.

The Business School has no classes in the morning, and she needs to teach at the Academy of Fine Arts. She is accompanied by a female teacher surnamed Jiang whom she met in the principal's office yesterday.

She is responsible for introducing Ye Wushuang to her colleagues and the Academy of Fine Arts.

At the moment, there are many students in the Academy of Fine Arts.

In fact, except for those who study fine arts, or those who are interested in "oil painting", most students don't know who the "light magician Light" is.

The problem came from yesterday's Xiaonei website. The students of the Academy of Fine Arts knew that Light was coming to teach them, and they were overly happy.

Besides being happy, they also posted some of Light's paintings on Xiaonei.

Those "lights" really amazed both laymen and experts, and made everyone curious about Light's real appearance.

Therefore, the Academy of Fine Arts is crowded.

The students of the Academy of Fine Arts were not very happy at first.

I feel that this group of spectators are noisy and crowded, which is annoying, and it affects my art creation.

Just thinking about it, this group of people came for "Light". Light is their teacher, and they also have light on their faces!

"Hey, Teacher Jiang is here, Light should be behind her!"

The female teacher surnamed Jiang who walked out of the corner first attracted everyone's attention.

"Wow, here we come, the light magician is here!"

Everyone gets excited.

But the people behind Mr. Jiang made everyone's cheers get stuck in their throats.

"Ye Wushuang? Why is it her!"

"Why is she here to join in the fun?"

When Mr. Jiang entered the Academy of Fine Arts, the students of the Academy of Fine Arts immediately blocked Ye Wushuang who was behind Mr. Jiang.

The leading male student said in a deep voice:

"Ye Wushuang, what are you doing here?"

"Can't I come here?" Ye Wushuang looked around, raised his willow eyebrows in appropriate shades.

On the way she came, Teacher Jiang also told her that the students of the Academy of Fine Arts welcome her to teach.

The boy let out an "oh", with a subterranean smile:

"You misunderstood, of course you can come here, but we feel that the Academy of Fine Arts where we rookies are located is too shabby, not worthy of you, the Almighty Queen, for fear of getting your feet dirty."

"That's right." The girl next to the boy snorted coldly: "You should move your feet and go back to the School of Business Administration, you are not welcome here!"

Xie Anran crossed his arms in the distance, with disdainful eyes, slightly raised his chin towards Ye Wushuang, showing a bit of provocation.

She didn't intend to do anything to Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang is just a toy that Chuci's brother has been interested in recently, so don't worry about it.

But Ye Wushuang shouldn't belittle her oil painting skills!And in front of so many people!

In this case, don't blame her for not showing affection.

Teacher Jiang froze for a moment, turned around and hurriedly pushed aside the crowd, stood in front of Ye Wushuang, and questioned the students of the Academy of Fine Arts:

"What's the matter with you? How can you treat Professor Ye like this?"

"Professor?" The students of the Academy of Fine Arts all had black question mark faces.

The surrounding students were also confused, including Xie Anran.

"Yes, she is Professor Light, the light magician you admire!" Teacher Jiang replied.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked!

One and two eyes widened, unbelievable!

How could Ye Wushuang be the light magician Light?

She can sing and dance, play two kinds of chess and car racing, write novels, play games, Olympiad, and oil painting?

"I don't believe Ye Wushuang is a light magician." Xie Anran walked over.

Today, she is wearing a lovely blue and white sailor suit, her iconic twin tails swaying with her steps, she casts a cold glance at Ye Wushuang, then turns to ask Mr. Jiang:

"May I ask how Teacher Jiang determined that Ye Wushuang is Light?"