born stubborn

The sky finally shone, and Yuan Yang was still sleeping in the dark.

Liang Yue got up quickly, dressed quickly, and ran out to find someone to find out where there was an infirmary or clinic.

Because it was too early, Liang Yue only saw a housekeeper who cleaned the house. After chasing after him for a long time, he didn't understand the housekeeper's foreign accent.

Fortunately, the cleaning staff pointed him in a direction, Liang Yue stopped talking nonsense and ran over there.

The infirmary could not be found, but happened to meet Yan Yan, the teacher of the intensive training class.

"Hey you! Li Xinze's student." Yan Yan called out to him who was in a hurry, and asked in bewilderment, "Why don't you go to the studio, what are you doing here?"

There was another person standing beside Yan Yan, Liang Yue didn't bother to pay attention to what that person looked like.

It probably feels like a man who looks light brown and warm yellow all over his body.

"My classmate is sick and has a fever. Teacher Yan, do you know where the infirmary is?" Liang Yue hurriedly asked.

Strictly frowned, "The infirmary won't open until after nine o'clock. Is the boy who was with you yesterday sick? Take me to see it."

The infirmary has not yet opened, and Liang Yue has no other choice now, so he had to go back to the dormitory with strictness to see Yuan Yang.

The warm brown man followed them without saying a word.

After returning to the dormitory, Yuan Yang was already awake, staring at the upper bunk Liang Yue's bed with two big misty eyes in a daze.

Hearing footsteps, Yuan Yang looked towards the door.

Seeing that the people who came in were serious, he struggled to sit up.

However, the soft and heavy body still didn't cooperate well, coupled with the headache and nausea, he could only barely lean on the head of the bed.

"Don't move, just lie down."

Yan Yan said that when he saw Liang Yue was so anxious just now, he thought he was making a fuss, but it was just a fever, not a serious illness.

But now when he saw Yuan Yang's appearance, he also felt something was wrong.

Yuan Yang's face was pale and colorless, his eyes were distracted, a layer of dry skin burned on his lips, and he was obviously dehydrated.

The little boy who was still mentally stiff yesterday, today is like a half-inflated balloon, listless and twitching.

Sitting on the edge of Yuan Yang's bed in serious surprise, he put his hand on his forehead.

He stared into his eyes again, and frowned, "Do you feel uncomfortable, does your stomach hurt?"

Yuan Yang uttered two words weakly, "It doesn't hurt."

Where do you feel uncomfortable?The whole body is uncomfortable!

He had no energy at all, and his body was hot and cold, but he couldn't explain it in detail.

Exhaling grimly, he looked back at the man who followed him.

"I'm afraid the infirmary won't be able to do the checkup. Mr. Lin, why don't you teach me half a day's class? I'd better take him to the city to have a look."

Liang Yue originally thought that this man was also a student, but now he heard Yan Yan call him Mr. Lin, so he took a closer look at this man called Mr. Lin.

Yuan Yang also looked at him in a daze.

Brown sweater, light-colored coat, and a little bit of cold lemon yellow in the fair complexion.

Lin Mu's pupils and hair color are naturally light brown. Wearing a pair of rimless glasses, his soft features look very gentle and delicate.

"Okay." Lin Mu replied softly, with a warm smile on his face.

A familiar image suddenly popped up in Yuan Yang's confused mind.

Teacher Lin's smile seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

No, it reminded him of Liang Yue's smile the first time he saw it, very similar, very similar.

It's just that Liang Yue's smile is bright and warm, but this Teacher Lin is soft and warm.

Yuan Yang unconsciously shifted his eyes to Liang Yue who was standing next to Lin Mu, who was staring at Lin Mu curiously.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a little unhappy.

Why not happy?Now he has a terrible headache and can't figure it out.

When Liang Yue sees people, he seldom has a fixed glance. He is as smart and sophisticated as he is. Even when he first saw Yuan Yang, he only dared to make a conclusion after seeing Yuan Yang a few times.

But this Teacher Lin made Liang Yue just take a closer look at him, and he developed a good impression of him.

Kind, gentle, temperament like water lotus in late summer and early autumn.

He is a nice, comfortable, and reliable kind of warm man.

And he is not very old, he looks like 25 or [-] years old.

Lin Mu was stared at by two strange students, showing no signs of shyness or timidity.

He turned his head to look at the dazed Liang Yue, smiled and said, "This classmate, come with me."

Liang Yue came back to his senses, hurriedly walked to Yuan Yang's bed and gave Yuan Yang a few words.

After thanking Yan Yan again, he followed Lin Mu to the studio.

Watching Liang Yue walk out of the dormitory door, Yuan Yang's headache got worse.

He actually had the illusion that Liang Yue would be insecure if he wasn't with him.

Yan Yan raised his wrist and glanced at the time, "There is no longer any delay, put on your clothes quickly, and I will take you to the hospital."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yan took Yuan Yang's clothes off the bed and wanted to help him put them on.

"I, do it by myself." Yuan Yang said while grabbing the corner of the quilt and frowning.

How can it be so troublesome for a teacher who has just met for a day to get dressed?

Besides, Liang Yue stripped him off last night with only a pair of underpants left, so he was really embarrassed to let Yan Yan see his naked body.

But his current state looked grim. Let alone putting on clothes, he probably struggled to walk, and he might have to carry him to the car later.

"Put it on quickly, let's go faster."

Yan Yan couldn't wait any longer, he didn't expect Yuan Yang to be naked.

He was holding Yuan Yang's clothes in one hand, and he was picking up his quilt with the other.

It's really uncomfortable to have no energy all over the body, and even the speed is several beats slower than usual.

Yuan Yang didn't have time to stop Yan Yan, so he heard a hula, and most of the quilt was thrown back.

The young man's white and delicate body was exposed naked in front of his eyes, and he stared grimly for two seconds, then quickly put the quilt back on.

Embarrassed, embarrassingly serious, he turned his face to the side and calmed down for a long time before asking in a deep voice, "Can you wear it yourself?"

Yuan Yang tried his best to grab the clothes in Yan Yan's hand, and replied depressedly: "I can."

Only then did Yan Yan hand him the clothes, stood up and walked towards the door, and told him: "You put on and don't move, I'll drive first, and I'll come pick you up right away."

Yuan Yang didn't say anything, he was a little clearer now, but all kinds of questions rushed out.

British and American art teachers, isn't it commonplace to see naked bodies?

Why did this stern look at his body, but feel more embarrassed than him?

Could it be that he is also the same kind?

"What's your name?"

Lin Mu's voice was very nice, and it sounded like a gentle warm wind in my mind.

He led Liang Yue towards the teaching building of the studio, and asked Liang Yue, "You and that classmate are both from No. [-] Middle School?"

"Yeah." Liang Yue hurriedly replied, "My name is Liang Yue."

"Liang Yue." Lin Mu repeated, and said with a smile, "The feeling you give me is a bit like my younger brother."

Liang Yue felt warm in his heart, how he wished to have such a brother.

Looks like a very considerate, gentle brother.

Lin Mu is indeed such a person. He and Yan Yan have completely opposite personalities and completely different teaching styles.

So he stood in the studio, looking around at the students, with a gentle and loving smile on his face.

"Teacher Yan is busy today, so I'll give you a half-day class." Lin Mu introduced himself with a smile, "I'm a teacher from the Department of British and American Oil Painting, and my name is Lin Mu."

Oil painting department?Liang Yue was taken aback, and stared at Lin Mu in disbelief, with admiration and joy that couldn't be concealed in his eyes.

This is his teacher!When he is admitted to the Department of British and American Oil Painting, Lin Mu will become his real teacher.

Lin Mu temporarily took over as a substitute, so the strict teaching arrangement was not disrupted. The morning class was still sketching and gouache.

The still life is still the pile of apples that seem simple but are actually difficult to draw.

It's rare for the students to be comfortable for a long time, because Lin Mu doesn't know how to 'swear' at others.

Not only did he not scold, but he patiently gave them pointers one by one while looking at the students' works in the studio.

In Lin Mu's eyes, the works of the students in these intensive training classes actually look austere.

Rotten, most of them are horrible.

But he knew in his heart that these students were just seedlings after all, and only after two or three months of intensive training could they truly see the pros and cons.

It wasn't until he turned to Liang Yue's side in the gouache class that his eyes suddenly brightened.

Perhaps it was Liang Yue's color that resonated with him, Lin Mu suddenly felt that he seemed to have found a gem among a pile of stones.

Although this gemstone is uncut and polished, it has stood out and shone brightly.

Lin Mu looked at the painting for a while, then looked sideways at Liang Yue.

He didn't take a closer look at it before, but his impression of this student was just a preliminary impression, that is, a fresh and fresh boy who resembles his younger brother.

Now he stared at Liang more carefully.

The young man is very energetic and handsome, with an unruly youthfulness flying between his eyebrows, like a lotus bud that has not yet bloomed, which is tempting to smell.

Lin Mu looked at it, and unconsciously raised his hand and landed on Liang Yue's shoulder.

Liang Yue was concentrating on drawing, and was startled by Lin Mu's action, and hurriedly turned around, "Mr. Lin?"

Lin Mu withdrew his hand indiscriminately, smiled apologetically, and asked him in a low voice, "Your name is Liang Yue, right?"

"En." Liang Yue nodded in confusion.

"Can you paint oil paintings?" Lin Mu asked again.

"Yes." Liang Yue nodded happily, of course, oil painting is his favorite.

Lin Mu smiled again, pointed to Liang Yue's gouache, and praised him: "The color is good, come on."

A word of cheering encouraged Liang Yue the most. His goal was originally the oil painting department in Britain and the United States.

And Lin Mu, the teacher of the oil painting department, even praised him for his good colors.

Liang Yue seemed to have foreseen a bright and bright future, and his heart was so excited that the painting became more emotional.

Lin Mu stood behind him for a while, looking at the paintings and then at the people.

He was also very satisfied in his heart, he very much hoped that this candidate named Liang Yue could be admitted to Britain and the United States, and he could choose the Department of Oil Painting to be his student.

But Lin Mu can't say such things now, it still depends on fate.

He just had an indescribable indescribable liking for Liang Yue.