Tender trapping

At dawn, a few early-rising sparrows tapped on the window glass with their sharp beaks.

The boy on the sofa moved his body a few times restlessly, then woke up faintly, with a pair of almond eyes open, his face full of confusion.

As the memory came back, Ran Xu almost fell off the sofa.

Originally, he just planned to take a short nap, but he didn't expect him to sleep here all night?

Ran Xu became nervous, and his drowsiness disappeared without a trace. He looked around and tentatively called Zhuo Wenlang, but found that no one responded.

The early morning sun was creeping into the room quietly. Under the sunlight, he saw that there was no one in the room, so he was relieved.

To be honest, if Zhuo Wenlang himself were here, he really didn't know how to deal with it—this matter is delicate no matter how you say it.

There was a piece of paper on the table in front of him, with a few strong handwritten words: Wake up and send me a text message.

Ran Xu subconsciously took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his padded jacket, only to realize that he felt strange, how could Zhuo Wenlang be sure that he had that business card with him?

However, he was in a hurry to go to morning class now, so he didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly edited a text message: Mr. Zhuo, thank you, I'm already awake.

Signed, Ran Xu.

Zhuo Wenlang replied quickly, telling Ran Xu which drawer the spare key was in, and asked him to lock the door before leaving.

Ran Xu followed suit one by one, and looked at the time, it was already half past seven, and if he didn't leave now, he would really miss the morning class.

Rushing into the cold wind in a hurry, he suddenly realized a problem: the door was locked from the outside, and the key was still on him, what should I do?

Forget it, come here again some time and return the key, anyway, this "1980" toy store is not too far from the nightclub where he works.

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The first section of the eighth day in the morning is Art Appreciation. In the eyes of most students, it is a very watery class. When Ran Xu stepped into the classroom, half of the seats underneath were empty, and the old professor on the podium seemed groggy. Eyelid glanced at Ran Xu, ignoring his lateness.

A considerable part of urban legends revolves around various art colleges, including but not limited to the Second City Academy of Fine Arts where Ran Xu is located.

The reputation of the Second City Academy of Fine Arts has not been very good. A few years ago, there was a rumor about the "Nurture Gate", and later it was said that they often parked luxury cars outside the school gate to pick up the beautiful boys and girls here.

However, because of these true and false rumors, the score line of the No. [-] Academy of Fine Arts in the city has been unable to raise, which also gave Ran Xu a chance to be admitted - he was not qualified to study professionally before going to university, and the art test was a thousand troops Wanma crossed the single-plank bridge. If he hadn't been picked up by Professor Lin by accident, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to enter the academy anyway.

Lin Zhengqing, a professor at the Second City Academy of Fine Arts.

At that time, Lin Zhengqing accidentally discovered that Ran Xu was helping others to draw imitation paintings. After carefully looking at Ran Xu's brushstrokes and use of color, he couldn't bear to see such a talented boy buried, and specially allowed him to attend a few regular lessons for free.

Because of this, Ran Xu's painting skills improved a lot, and he got out of that remote and backward village by himself.

Now that he was sitting in the classroom, Ran Xu remembered that he had promised to organize the materials for Lin Zhengqing, and he hadn't finished it yet, so he hurriedly dug out the things from his backpack, and while listening to the class with only one ear, he began to give the materials under his hands Organize things.

The morning time passed quickly, and when I looked up again, the old professor of art appreciation on the podium had announced that the class would be over early, took a sip of tea, and walked out of the classroom with handouts in hand. Still a student, it is torture in a certain sense.

Ran Xu originally wanted to rush to the cafeteria to get dinner while get out of class was over early, but he was stopped by someone as soon as he stepped out of the classroom.

Looking up, it was Zhuo Minghui.

Zhuo Minghui was always one step ahead in terms of food and clothing. At that time, more than half of the students were still using flip phones, and he had already used the latest Apple model.

At this time, he had dyed brown-red hair and was wearing a ripped denim shirt. He rolled up his sleeves without being too cold, revealing the complicated tattoos on his forearms.

Ran Xu was brooding over what happened yesterday, took a step back vigilantly, looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Where did you go last night?" Seeing more and more students rushing to the cafeteria behind, Zhuo Minghui pulled Ran Xu aside without mercy.

Ran Xu's legs were inconvenient, let alone being pulled so suddenly by him, he tripped over the raised stone slab and fell to the ground.

When the pain in his knee came, Ran Xu couldn't bear it anymore, so he yelled at Zhuo Minghui while the students around him were watching: "Are you sick?!"

He really wondered, Zhuo Wenlang was so good-tempered and gentleman, how could he have such a younger brother!Originally, Ran Xu had already kept him at arm's length, but he didn't expect that the famous second young master of the Zhuo family would still be following him.

Zhuo Minghui didn't expect that Ran Xu would fall, he was stunned for a while, and then he was pulled up from the ground. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the surrounding students watching the lively scene, and said in a nasty voice, "Why don't you return home at night? Is it the dorm manager who asked me to The one who came to look for you, why don't you hurry up and follow me?"

Ran Xu rolled his eyes in his heart, and thought to himself that Zhuo Minghui would be fine if he didn't cause trouble for the supervisor, but could he help him find someone?This lie is not reliable.

However, since he didn't want to be watched by everyone here, he followed Zhuo Minghui all the way to the lake behind the teaching building.

There are sycamores and willows planted by the lake, which is a rare place with pleasant scenery in the Second Academy of Fine Arts in the city. Young couples often come here for a walk at night.

But obviously Ran Xu is not in the mood to appreciate these things now, he just wants to quickly ask what Zhuo Minghui is going to do, and then go to the cafeteria to eat.

"Did my brother give you his contact information yesterday?" Zhuo Minghui stared at Ran Xu with a fierce look on his face, as if he was facing an enemy.

Ran Xu nodded honestly.

"Give me your business card." Zhuo Minghui spread his hands, "Otherwise I will..."

"What are you doing?"

"You!" Zhuo Minghui didn't expect him to react like this, and stared at Ran Xu, looking like he was about to breathe fire, "Anyway, give it to me now!"

Ran Xu let out an "oh", and flipped through Zhuo Wenlang's business card in his pocket from Congshan Ruliu, feeling amused in his heart.

Zhuo Minghui insisted on asking for a business card, obviously to prevent Ran Xu from contacting his brother. Perhaps the reason was to prevent him from making small reports, right?

childish.

Ran Xu only had these two words to comment on Zhuo Minghui's behavior.

"Wait, you haven't called this number, have you?" Zhuo Minghui asked again.

"……No."

I only sent a text message once, but the content has nothing to do with Zhuo Minghui.

Speaking of which, when Zhuo Wenlang got along with Ran Xu, it seemed that Zhuo Wenlang seldom talked about people or things that made Ran Xu unhappy. Most of the time was spent chatting with Ran Xu about irrelevant things, such as painting, or the design of those toys.

When most people see Ran Xu, the first thing they want to do is ask about his legs, but Zhuo Wenlang didn't ask a single word.

Zhuo Minghui looked Ran Xu up and down, and then warned again: "Stay away from my brother, or if something happens, don't blame me for not reminding you."

I have something to do at night, so I was delayed