Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

Shengde School finishes school very early in the afternoon and there is no evening self-study, but there are club activities.

Lan Jia had previously signed up for an oil painting course, and now Chen Jia is going to continue it.

Unexpectedly, the studio is not located in the teaching building, but in a small house far away from the teaching building.

The greenery around the small house is very good. Walking along a path behind the teaching building and passing through the dense woods, the view suddenly brightens.

What comes into view is a crowded bush, with only a cobblestone path winding to the door of the studio.

Brown leather shoes made crisp sounds as they stepped on the cobblestones. As the girl walked away step by step, the bushes behind her shook, covering the original path.

The girl was unaware of anything and walked briskly on tiptoe.

Chen Jia hesitated and stopped at the door. The door of the studio was covered with a thin layer of dust, and even the door handle was not spared.

Is there really anyone who comes to take classes in a studio like this?

Could it be that she is the only unlucky student?

Chen Jia took out a pack of strawberry-flavored wet wipes from her pocket, took out a wipe from it, covered the door handle with it, and wiped it carefully.

At least I can push the door open without any psychological barriers.

Although the door was a bit dirty, the inside was surprisingly clean, so clean that it could almost be described as spotless.

In the huge studio, there were several easels placed alone, and in front of one of the easels, there was a boy sitting.

He has a thin back, his shirt sleeves are rolled up, and his slender and powerful fingers hold a paintbrush and move it in front of the canvas.

Chen Jia moved forward without thinking, and as the boy moved, the outline of a sea of ​​red, bleeding roses gradually took shape.

"Wow, you are amazing!" Chen Jia exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "This use of color, the passionate sea of ​​roses, what a great theme!"

She spared no effort to praise every detail she saw, and she almost touched it.

The boy looked at her strangely and turned back to drawing.

Chen Jia recognized that this was the boy who served her a big spoonful of vegetables at noon, "What a coincidence——"

"——What a coincidence." The boy's response was so soft that Chen Jia heard it with her sharp ears, and her smile became even wider, "I think so too!"

Chen Jia did not continue to disturb him while he was painting. She waited and waited, but no teacher came to teach her. It seemed that she had to rely on herself.

With Lan Jia's foundation, Chen Jia had no difficulty getting started. She thought about it for a moment and decided on the theme of her painting.

At some point, the boy who had finished painting stopped and came quietly behind her while Chen Jia continued painting seriously.

The boy from before appeared on the canvas. He was sitting in a bright and clean studio, with his head lowered and his whole body immersed in a warm glow. Outside the window was a sea of ​​extremely gorgeous flowers in full bloom.

Chen Jia spends a lot of time and effort on boys and writes the most about them.

She was very satisfied with the final product.

"How is this painting?" She was quite pleased with herself. "I'm not exaggerating, this painting is simply amazing. I couldn't be more satisfied!"

"Well, it's OK—" He seemed not to have heard someone asking for praise, and gave a very pertinent evaluation.

"What do you mean by OK?" She was not satisfied with the answer. "I admit that your drawing is super good! Then I should be second, right?"

There are only two people in this studio. He is first, and she must be second with difficulty!

The boy was choked by her words, and under her pressing gaze, he had to change his words, "Look carefully, the details are in place, and the color matching is also good--"

Chen Jia put down the paintbrush and patted the boy on the shoulder. "I can see that you have an appreciative eye. I'll give you this painting. You're welcome!"

There's no need to be so polite——

The boy glanced at the canvas, his eyelids twitched slightly, but for some reason he didn't say the rejection out loud.

His eyes lingered on the girl's overly bright face, which was filled with a brilliant smile. Her delicate lips were like blooming roses, inviting people to pick them.

The boy fell into a long-lost silence. Chen Jia, who was standing beside him, looked out the window at the sky. It was sunset and it was time to eat again.

"Let's go to the cafeteria to eat!"

Good health is good. No matter how much you eat, you don’t have to worry about indigestion. You will feel full of energy!

The boy followed her out of the studio without realizing it, and when he came to his senses, they were already walking on the path.

"Why are you in a daze? You're not active in eating, there's something wrong with your thinking!" Chen Jia pulled the boy's sleeve and strode forward, "I tell you, if you go late, you'll be hungry, and that's going to be uncomfortable!"

She shook her head and walked quickly.

The boy was dragged forward by him, his eyes fell on the girl's fair hands. Her fingers, with a light pink hue, were pinching his sleeves. He looked puzzled.

Chen Jia dragged people to the cafeteria, where not many people were eating.

They were sitting scattered around, and when they saw the two people struggling, their eyes became indescribable.

Chen Jia didn't care and walked to the window as she pleased.

The highly respected Master Zhao was not at the window, but the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard faintly from inside.

There was a strange young man standing at the window. When he saw the two approaching, he raised his head mechanically, and then his expression became more and more dull, "What do you want?"

When any job becomes an assembly line, people will feel dazed!

Chen Jia looked at the boy serving food with sympathy. She pointed at the vegetarian meatballs and said, "Give me one serving of vegetarian meatballs, thank you."

The young man did not move immediately. He looked at the person behind Chen Jia and rolled his eyes. "Classmate, you came too late. The food is a little cold. I'll take it in and heat it up for you!"

This is really a dedicated young man!

Chen Jia nodded with emotion, "Thank you, you are really great!"

Much better than Master Zhao, who is ruthless and taciturn!

"It's my duty, it's my duty--" The young man ran into the kitchen quickly with a plate, and the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen became louder.

After a while, the young man reappeared with a plate, which did not contain the heated vegetarian meatballs.

Instead, there were two bowls of steaming and fragrant braised beef noodles, each topped with a few green vegetables and a golden fried egg.

"Chef Zhao said that the vegetarian meatballs would lose their original flavor if they were heated, so I cooked beef noodles for you two. I hope you enjoy your meal."

The young man who came out again seemed to have mastered the social secrets. He put down the noodles calmly, returned to the window and continued to guard.

She had wronged Master Zhao. He was obviously a kind-hearted person!

How long has it been since she had eaten beef noodles that were so delicious?

Chen Jia couldn't remember how long it took. She ate until tears welled up in her eyes. She stretched out her tongue with satisfaction and licked the soup that splashed on the corner of her mouth. "It's so delicious!"

She rubbed her belly happily and said, "I can eat such delicious beef noodles every day. I will wake up smiling in my dreams!"

Her good appetite also affected the people on the other side.

This is such a shiny bowl, and I actually ate it before?

He couldn't believe it.