Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

Today's dishes were normal, but Shi Rong still felt a little overwhelmed. But he still took a few bites before putting down his chopsticks: "Brother, I want to eat shrimp fried rice made at home for lunch."

"Okay." Fu Zhijing noticed Shi Rong's depression and brought him some more food, "My dear, I'll stay with you after I finish my work today, okay?"

Not long after the relationship was confirmed, the vacation was over. Shi Rong actually just wanted to spend more time with Fu Zhijing. After getting the man's promise, he took a few more mouthfuls of food and smiled: "Okay."

After dinner, Fu Zhijing drove Shi Rong to school. The journey was not far, and time passed quickly. Before long, the vehicle had stopped at the school gate.

"Fu Zhijing." Shi Rong unbuckled his seat belt, lifted his body slightly, and leaned over, "Last night, I read the reply you wrote to me. Do you know what I was thinking at the time?"

The space inside the car was very small. The young man turned over and lay on Fu Zhijing's chest. It didn't weigh much, but it was inexplicably uncomfortable.

The two were so close that their breathing seemed to be intertwined. Fu Zhijing's voice was dry: "...be good."

Shi Rong raised his head, his pale lips were soft and full of ambiguity. But his eyes were clear, and he spoke slowly, "I want to kiss you..."

But before he could make a move, the man couldn't help lowering his head and captured those sweet lips...

After a long time, Fu Zhijing slowly let go of Shi Rong, touched his pink cheek lovingly, and said in a low voice: "My dear, class is about to begin."

"...Hmm." Shi Rong's eyelashes had become wet. He opened his eyes slightly slowly, opened the car door in a dull voice, and got out of the car.

"Be good." Fu Zhijing called to him, his eyes gentle, "See you at noon."

The corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, and Shi Rong nodded: "Okay."

……

As soon as Shi Rong entered the studio, he could feel the eyes from all directions falling on him. As he moved, subtle sounds of discussion reached his ears.

"I didn't expect Shi Rong to be so rich...I thought he was very cold before, but now I see that he can be called approachable."

"Because of him, there are several disciplinary notices posted on the school notice board..."

"It is said that Mi Rong and Song Jia were not only expelled from school for spreading rumors and verbally abusing others, but were also invited to eat free meals for fifteen days."

"I saw it too. At that time, Mi Rong and Song Jia didn't know what was going on, but they actually got into a fight. Don't they have a very good relationship?"

"Maybe their good relationship is reflected in their joint rumors..."

"..."

Shi Rong didn't care whether other people's opinions were good or bad. He came to his seat and sat down expressionlessly.

Maybe some people are born without self-awareness. Xie Qingyuan came over, stared at Shi Rong closely, and asked with a gloomy look, "What's going on with your lips?"

Xie Qingyuan has been staring at Shi Rong since he entered the door. After looking at it for a long time, he discovered something strange about today's appearance.

He had observed that Shi Rong's lips were a little light in color, and they looked particularly cold and fragile when they were expressionless.

But now, the boy's lips were red and even a little swollen... as if he had been kissed!

Moreover, it can be serious enough for people to see through at a glance, maybe the kiss is very hard, maybe it lasts for a long time...

It was only a seven-day holiday. Who could be the first to pick the peach he wanted? Xie Qingyuan couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and asked again with cold eyes: "Who did it?"

Is it that obvious?

Shi Rong was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Xie Qingyuan coldly, "What does it have to do with you? Get out of here."

Xie Qingyuan actually had already guessed who that person was. After all, Shi Rong treated almost everyone equally and was cold and indifferent. Only in front of another person, he is surprisingly well-behaved and soft...

But he was still a little unwilling.

"It's Fu Zhijing, right?"

Before Shirong could speak, Xie Qingyuan continued: "Being with a man like this who smells like copper will only destroy your talent and inspiration."

He was initially interested in Shi Rong because the young man had an excellent talent for painting, which amazed him. He thought they would have something in common.

Xie Qingyuan didn't stop talking, "Does he understand painting? Does he understand what art is? He hangs out in a cunning shopping mall. He only has the desire for power in his heart, but you only have painting in your heart. What common language can you two share?"

Shi Rong's eyes sharpened, and he raised his foot and kicked Xie Qingyuan hard. Xie Qingyuan was unprepared and hit his drawing board directly. The painting tools were smashed to the ground, attracting many curious eyes.

Shi Rong looked at him condescendingly, her voice as if it had been tempered with ice: "I can see that your family background is very good. How do you have the honor to use your family's money, but you despise your family for smelling like copper?"

Xie Qingyuan has been arrogant since he was a child, and now being kicked to the ground in front of so many people is an extremely shameful thing for him.

Fortunately, he was good at pretending and suppressed the anger in his heart. Xie Qingyuan stood up pretending to be calm, "Classmate Shi Rong, you misunderstood me."

At this moment, Xie Qingyuan still looked elegant. He didn't explain any more, just shook his head with a smile, and then sighed, as if Shi Rong was making trouble unreasonably.

Xie Qingyuan's appearance made it easy to win the trust of others. In addition, he always showed a gentle and polite image to the outside world. The students around him looked at him with sympathy.

Shi Rong didn't care what others thought, as long as he could get rid of the annoying flies. He withdrew his gaze, sat down, and ignored Xie Qingyuan.

Xie Qingyuan also sat down. He was smarter this time and stayed away from Shi Rong. He doesn't hit anyone, but he doesn't want to be beaten just like that. After all, he wants to save face: "Shi Rong."

His voice was very soft, but his words were clear, ensuring that the next words could reach Shi Rong's ears, "In one and a half months, the National Youth Painting Competition will begin."

"I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of works you can create by then."

Xie Qingyuan could see that Shi Rong's unique painting style and inspiration stemmed from his love for Fu Zhijing.

But now, since Shi Rong is already with Fu Zhijing, can he still paint such outstanding paintings?

Xie Qingyuan smiled and said, "Don't let me down."

"Who do you think you are?" Shi Rong tilted her head and glanced at him lightly, her tone disgusted: "Noisy."

Staring at the blank drawing board and thinking of what the instructor had said, Shi Rong lowered his eyes.

What is love?

Probably, they can make each other better.