After marrying an idol

In the classroom, Ji Lin was sitting on the seat and was talking with Jian Yiming about what to use as a WIA entry.

"It would be too embarrassing if the entry round is rejected." Ji Lin turned the pen in his hand: "At least one must be qualified for the preliminary round. What are you going to draw, old Jane?"

The entries are to be developed by the painters themselves, there is no limit.

Only in the primary competition will there be questions from the referee teacher.

Jian Yiming said: "Flowers, trees, people, plants, there are so many, you still can't choose what you are good at."

"It's hard to choose from so many talents." Ji Lin said lazily.

He stopped writing, rested his chin with one hand, pondered slowly, and saw Yin Yan coming back from the bathroom.

When someone sat down, Ji Lin slightly clicked his tongue curiously: "Why is your face so red?"

"Ah?" Yin Yan was startled, and turned to him: "Am I blushing?"

Ji Lin nodded, leaned back, and raised his chin to the right: "If you don't believe me, ask Old Jane."

"...Maybe it's a bit hot." Yin Yan casually made up an excuse and changed the subject: "What were you talking about just now?"

Ji Lin didn't worry about whether he was hot or not, and said, "What are you thinking of using for the competition? Have you thought about it? It's due on Friday."

Yin Yan shook his head: "I am most afraid of open questions, too many choices."

Ji Lin nodded in agreement.

This time, in order for the students who signed up for the WIA competition to win glory for the school, the instructor will notify the students in the group as soon as the afternoon class is over that the students participating this time will gather in the art collection hall.

Yin Yan didn't know how many people from our school would participate in the competition before, but after arriving at the art collection hall, he was surprised: "There are so many people in our school alone?"

Looking around, there is a vast area, at least sixty or seventy, all blocked at the entrance.

Jian Yiming said: "There is a lot of competition, but there is pressure when there is competition."

"I heard that Mr. Wang is going to take us to appreciate all kinds of famous paintings in the collection hall." Ji Lin put his arm on Yin Yan's shoulder, tilted his head and said in a low voice: "You see there are many people at the moment, but we can participate in the primary election Yes, there are only ten in our school, and our class can probably take up a few of them."

Yin Yan hummed and asked, "Then do you have confidence?"

Ji Lin hehe said: "My goal is to stop at the primary election."

"..."

"Isn't your goal to pass the primary election and enter the final?" Yin Yan asked.

Ji Lin opened his eyes wide: "Just talking."

Yin Yan said with contempt: "You are so low."

Ji Lin: "It looks like you're going to the finals."

Yin Yan didn't speak, and was silent for a few seconds before laughing: "The final is not my goal, the championship is my goal."

"My son is amazing." Ji Lin applauded him, and put down his words: "If you really win the championship, I will call you Daddy from now on."

Yin Yan smiled.

They waited for about 10 minutes. Wang Jingle was late with glasses in his hand. After counting the personnel, he led the students into the collection hall one after another.

In addition to the famous paintings collected in the Sui University Art Collection, there are also award-winning works of previous brothers and sisters who participated in the competition.

Yin Yan and Ji Linjian and Yiming fell behind.

"Xiao Yan." Ji Lin sighed, and suddenly said with emotion: "I think you are different from before."

Yin Yan was inexplicable: "What's the difference."

"Didn't you realize that since you got to know Sheng Chi, you have a goal to work hard for?"

Ji Lin recalled that Yin Yan was the hedonistic young master in their dormitory.

Whether you want to make money by receiving commercial papers, or win the championship in WIA competitions, these were all dispensable in Yin Yan's eyes in the past, but now they are gradually becoming a small direction.

"In the past, if you said you would give up in a game, you gave up." Ji Lin patted him on the shoulder: "Compared to now, tsk tsk, it's very different."

Yin Yan thought about it when he heard this.

I think Ji Lin is right, after being with Sheng Chi, he sometimes thinks about the future.He couldn't catch up with Sheng Chi's status in the music world, so he worked hard in other places.

Because he and Shengchi still have a long way to go and the future, and the gap with Shengchi cannot be too big.

Ji Lin sighed: "The power of love."

Yin Yan also pretended to be mature and patted him on the shoulder: "Then let's work hard together."

I walked around the collection hall for nearly an hour, and when I came out, it was almost five o'clock.

Yin Yan went to the cafeteria to have dinner, then took the car back to the young mansion.

After returning home, Sheng Chi hadn't come back yet, so Yin Yan went upstairs, took off his coat, and changed into soft pajamas.When he lowered his head to button the pajamas, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the marks on his body.

Yin Yan paused, reached out to tear off the band-aid on his chest, squatted down, and prepared to wipe it with medicine.

But after opening the drawer and seeing the contents, Yin Yan was startled.I saw that half of the drawers were full of sets and lubricants of different brands.

Yin Yan counted, took a deep breath, and couldn't help thinking: When is Shengchi going to be used? Is it for wholesale?Don't people really get curious when they check out?

He picked up the medicine, wiped the slightly raised place where he was bitten, and was about to put the medicine back when he thought of other places. After hesitating for a few seconds, he put the medicine back in the drawer.

Forget it, it's okay anyway.

Yin Yan picked up the mobile phone left on the bed, sent a message to Sheng Chi, and then picked up the painting box and went downstairs.

Yin Yan sat cross-legged on the carpet, turned on the computer, and checked the questions on the Internet, the questions from the WIA preliminary competitions in previous years.

The title of the previous session was: The Cage of Freedom.

Very contradictory topic.

Yin Yan thought for a while, if he encountered such a problem, how would he present it?But after thinking about it for a long time, I found that there are too many things that can express "freedom", but "freedom" must be imprisoned.

"Who came up with such a strange question?" Yin Yan said to himself, after browsing around, he closed the web page and began to prepare his entries.

This painting forgets time.

When Sheng Chi came back, he saw the child sitting on a small stool with paint under his feet, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a paint tray in the other, looking at the canvas seriously and intently.

Sheng Chi frowned, put down the dessert in his hand, walked over, stood behind, and looked at it slightly.

What is displayed on the canvas is a large pane of glass, through which one can see the night sky, the Milky Way, and the fireworks on the ground.Sheng Chi looked at it for a while, and felt that the scene looked familiar, so he raised his eyes.

Only then did I realize that Yin Yan painted the floor-to-ceiling windows at home.

Yin Yan didn't notice that Sheng Chi was back, and didn't notice him until he lowered his head to change his pen.

He raised his head, with a tense expression for an hour, when he saw Shengchi, he smiled instantly: "When did you come back?"

"Just a few minutes." Sheng Chi smiled and squatted down: "Seeing that you are serious about painting, I didn't call you."

Yin Yan's eyes curled up: "I'll be fine soon."

"Is this the work you took for the competition?" Sheng Chi asked.

Yin Yan poked his cheek with the pen: "It's just a painting for the competition. I don't know what the topic is yet."

Sheng Chi looked at the painting for a while, then looked at him again.

Yin Yan glanced at him, then met his gaze.

"I bought some desserts for you." Sheng Chi said, "I passed by a cake shop when I came back. I thought you like sweets so much, so I bought some for you."

The corners of Yin Yan's lips curled up: "Thank you."

Sheng Chi raised his eyebrows: "Thank you."

"...En." Yin Yan pretended not to understand.

Sheng Chi's eyes fell on his lips for a few seconds, and then he looked into those eyes, with a seductive voice: "Kiss me."

It's extremely quiet around here.

Looking at each other for a moment, Yin Yan paused for two seconds, then quickly touched his cheek.

As soon as it is touched, it is as light as a feather brushing against the side of the cheek.

"Just a kiss on the face?" Sheng Chi let out a small smile in his throat.

"You didn't say where you kissed." Yin Yan also imitated Laipi.

"Okay." Sheng Chi lowered his eyes, reached out and picked up a brush to play with, "Draw first, do you still use this brush?"

Yin Yan glanced at the paintbrush in his hand, the material was sable hair, he shook his head: "No need."

"Okay." Sheng Chi laughed: "I'll use it later."

After speaking, he got up and went to the second floor.

Yin Yan didn't understand what he meant, and only felt that Sheng Chi's smile was malicious, but he didn't think too much, picked up the pen and put it away.

After Sheng Chi took a shower in the room, changed into home clothes and went downstairs, Yin Yan had finished painting and finished work. He was sitting on the sofa unpacking desserts, and when he heard footsteps, he turned his head and turned his eyes into crescents: "How do you know that I like eating from this restaurant?" .”

Sheng Chi came over and sat down.

He carried a faint bath fragrance floating in the air, as if bewitching people's hearts.

Yin Yan's heart skipped a beat: "Not yet—"

Before he finished speaking, his waist was hooked, and he was often pulled from the side.

Yin Yan didn't expect Sheng Chi to hug her suddenly, without any precautions, he was easily pulled into his arms by the other party.Sheng Chi hugged him on his lap, and said in a warm voice, "Is it delicious?"

"??" Yin Yan grabbed his shoulder habitually, and said honestly, "I haven't eaten yet."

"Oh." Sheng Chi glanced at his collarbone, and lightly raised the end of his eyes: "What do you want to eat first?"

"..." Yin Yan sensed something was wrong, especially the one who was pressing on his buttocks - his mind couldn't help recalling what happened on the weekend, and he subconsciously said, "Eat cake."

Sheng Chi pinched his chin, his eyes darkened, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Let's feed you something else first."

Yin Yan was startled, thinking of what Sheng Chi said on the phone at noon, his face became hot.

"No, no need." Yin Yan quickly broke free from his hand: "I'll eat cake."

Sensing that he wanted to run away, Sheng Chi clasped his wrist, leaned closer and rubbed the tip of his nose, and said ambiguously, "Don't you just eat, why are you still picky eaters?"

Yin Yan: "?"

What does this have to do with picky eating?

Why since the relationship, Sheng Chi has revealed his true colors.

"That," Yin Yan saw that it was hard to come, and began to be soft: "I didn't come here last night, I need to take a rest, what should I do if it breaks down?"

Yin Yan knew it too well, and it got midnight again.

It's not as simple as eating or not.

Sheng Chi's eyelids moved, and he suddenly said, "Then I won't feed you, and I won't go in."

Yin Yan didn't expect Sheng Chi to become so talkative, and he didn't believe it for a moment, seeing the suspicious look on the other side, Sheng Chi smiled and said softly, "I'll help you with some medicine, what if it really gets bad. "

Said, fingers pinched his waist.

Yin Yan's waist softened, and he stared at his dull eyes: "Really?"

Sheng Chi nodded, reached out to caress his face tenderly, and kissed his lips.

"Actually." Seeing that he let him off, Yin Yan confessed honestly: "There is nothing wrong with it."

Sheng Chi's long eyelashes were raised, and his eyes were bent. The next second, he took out the ointment and a paintbrush from his pocket.

He said slowly, "Then I'll put some medicine in it for you."

"!"

Suddenly, Yin Yan found out from Sheng Chi's smile that there were all excuses in front, and this was the purpose.

Especially when looking at that paintbrush.

For a moment, Yin Yan was so shocked that he forgot to run, and stumbled, "Use, what are you doing with a paintbrush?"

"I heard." Sheng Chi glanced at him meaningfully, hugged him tightly, and put it close to Yin Yan's ear, his red lips curled up, and said slowly: "Scraping there with a brush will be very refreshing."

The author has something to say: In order to congratulate Chi Zai on the first day after eating meat, this chapter picks out comments and gives out red envelopes.

#Xu Boyan: Brother, you have so many tricks.

Yaya: Yan, you are not bad either.

Now that I'm talking about this, I'll throw in an advance notice, the story of Xu Boyan and his little boss in "After Cohabiting with My Ex-Boyfriend".