You're dead for that girl who skipped school.

The time slipped to November, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the large sycamore trees gradually became dejected. When the wind blew, the ground of the school was covered with gray and yellow leaves. An Qianyang put on a knitted sweater and stood In front of the window, holding a cup of hot milk tea in his hand.

Eileen and An Qianyang returned to Australia the next day after a hasty meeting, while Zhang Xiaoxiao and Song Yingming are still struggling in the endless cycle of quarreling, cold war, and reconciliation, "I was almost tortured to death by her." Zhang Xiaoxiao Xiao complained to An Qianyang on the phone, and An Qianyang always said a few words of relief after hearing it, but he felt a little envious in his heart.

Today is the most important class in the college. Last night, the class monitor told An Qianyang on the phone that he must not miss class. An Qianyang's face became hot when he heard it, and he finally got up early to pack up and prepare to go to the classroom.

In the studio of the sophomore year, students’ sketches from Wuzhen were piled up in the corner of the classroom. The students who came to the classroom first walked around to watch, with their hands behind their backs, like old scholars in a history museum.An Qianyang stepped on the class bell and came to the classroom, and saw the teacher of sketching class standing in front of the blackboard, holding a marker.

"Students, please return to your seats. Today is our last class. Your sketching results have been posted on the campus website. You can check them yourself after class." Good news: No one in our major failed this semester."

There was a burst of sparse applause from the audience.

"Everyone should know the candidates for the product design competition on the 15th of this month, right? These three students, Anton's "One Man's Wuzhen", Liu Jinghuan's "Riverside", An Qianyang's "A Woman Eating Fried Chicken and Wearing a Cheongsam" If they are selected, they will represent our school in the national product design competition, come on, let’s give them a round of applause." The teacher wrote down their names and titles of their works on the blackboard.

In the applause of the students, the teacher put the sketches of the three on the podium: Anton's paintings are modest and modest, which can be regarded as a textbook-level model; Liu Zijing's paintings are exquisite, bringing people into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in June; An Qianyang's painting uses outstanding colors. In the lower right corner of the painting, there is a slender figure of a woman in a cheongsam. A few strokes outline the charm of the whole painting.

After the teacher commented on their works, he cleared his throat: "This is the first Internet product design competition participated by more than 50 universities across the country, so the teachers in the department attach great importance to it. In addition to the assistance of the teachers in the department, we will Invite three teachers from the School of Computer Science to give you one-on-one tutoring."

Anton raised his hand: "Teacher, are we going to do interface design?"

"The competition stipulates that each team can only have one person to participate, so you can only complete the product conception to the overall design by yourself. Of course, you can ask teachers and classmates for assistance."

When An Qianyang heard "one-on-one tutoring by a computer teacher", he was finally excited: Is Xiao Xuan also on the list of tutors?

"Okay, that's all for the competition. Don't be disappointed if you didn't participate. There will be opportunities in the future. Give them more support and encouragement this time," the teacher said, pointing to the office next door. Next door, the counselor is waiting for you there."

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Xiao Xuan made tea and poured it for the two colleagues opposite. They were sitting at the coffee table in the office. There were a few pieces of student information on the tea set.

Li Huaian took a sip from his teacup: "I heard that more than a dozen teachers from the Computer Department of Zhongding University participated this time, and three teachers tutored one student."

"The competition is fierce. The dean asked me to talk to me two days ago. It seems that the school leaders attach great importance to this competition." Chang Tao picked up the materials and read it again. Although the students have a good sense of aesthetics, their logic has not been trained, and it is a test for us to get the ranking."

Li Huai'an looked at Xiao Xuan, a little shy: "What do you think, Teacher Xiao?"

Xiao Xuan took the student list on the table and was about to speak when the door rang.

"Please come in."

An Dong held the notebook, Liu Jinghuan and An Qianyang followed behind, Xiao Xuan and An Qianyang looked at each other for a second, and then separated.

Chang Tao put his hands flat on the paper: "Are you all clear about the rules of this competition? Do you have any ideas about the participating works now? The three of us will choose the ones we are good at or like based on your initial thoughts. That coaches."

"Yes, let's work hard together." Li Huai'an added on the side.

Anton squatted down, opened his notebook, and showed the content of the picture to the three teachers: "Teacher, I studied the rules of the game two days ago and drew my own ideas. I want to be a national game university community , to unite all college boys who play games."

Chang Tao took the notebook and looked at it: "Interesting, you continue to think along this line of thought." He looked up at Liu Jinghuan and An Qianyang: "You two?"

Liu Jinghuan scratched the back of his head: "I haven't thought about it. I like traditional Chinese crafts, such as ceramics and lacquerware. Can I make something around them?"

"Of course." Xiao Xuan's eyes drifted to him, Liu Jinghuan looked even more embarrassed, and then the three teachers looked at An Qianyang in unison. An Qianyang was wearing a light brown windbreaker, revealing the white inside. On the knitted sweater, on the slender and slender neck, the eyelashes are flickering, as if they just walked out of a shoujo manga.

Under the eyes of everyone, she said a word: "I don't know anything."

Everyone present was petrified.

Seeing that all the people present fell silent, An Qianyang put her hands into the pockets of her windbreaker, looked around, then looked at the two male teachers with watery eyes, and said innocently, "I can let you Is Teacher Xiao tutoring me? I don’t know anything, and I’m afraid of embarrassing the teacher and the school.” Li Huaian was happy: “Student An, it’s okay, Teacher Xiao is the best teacher in our computer department, you can trust her completely.” He turned his head to look at Xiao Xuan with a questioning look on his face.

"Okay, but you have to be mentally prepared. I'm very strict, and I don't allow you to retire in the middle of the race." Xiao Xuan rested his chin on one hand, smiled and looked at An Qianyang, who was hiding in his pocket His hands were unconsciously clenched into a ball.She couldn't see the emotion in that look, but she understood that the man was smiling, was it caring?Is it the teacher's responsibility?Or is it ambiguous?

Then Anton chose Chang Tao, and Liu Jinghuan chose Li Huai'an. After the six people were assigned, they agreed to gather here on the 15th of this month, and set off together to participate in the preliminary round of the five major colleges and universities in C City.When the three of them came out of the office, An Dong and Liu Jinghuan couldn't hide their excitement. They discussed the progress of the competition. Seeing that An Qianyang was silent, An Dong couldn't help caring: "An An, don't be nervous. Teacher Xiao is very powerful. You You can discuss with her any ideas, and you will definitely be able to come up with a very good design." Liu Jinghuan also echoed: "Yes, Qianyang, I didn't expect your skills to be so good, and I haven't seen you in the past two years. I don’t know enough about you after a few classes, but this time we have the opportunity to learn and improve together, so I’m really happy.”

An Qianyang responded with a few words, smiling very charmingly. She was not happy about the competition, but because she had been able to get along with Teacher Xiao for a long time during this period. Just like in Zhang Xiaoxiao's novel, if you want to warm Xiao Xuan's cold heart, you need to be patient.

As soon as the three of them walked to the door of the studio, Xiao Xuan sent An Qianyang a WeChat message: "Can you come to my office now? The 4th floor of the School of Computer Science."

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This game will be great (smile)