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Lin Sheng seemed a little happy to meet someone of the same kind, he raised his hand and typed quickly.

"Do you also draw?"

There is nothing strange about Lin Sheng's sudden question. When a normal person hears about Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts, their subconscious reaction should be that this person draws well, or even excellent.

After all, the Academy of Fine Arts naturally specializes in painting.

What's more, it is such a premier ace school, which is the dream university for anyone who wants to take the road of painting.

Lin Sheng only thought that Qi Ye was hiding something, but he shook his head and answered.

"will not."

Lin Sheng blinked subconsciously, a little confused.

It is indeed a strange idea to be admitted to an art school without knowing how to draw.

Even though Lin Sheng was not very curious, he couldn't help but continued to ask.

"Why do you want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts instead of painting?"

Qi Ye looked sideways at the newly displayed words on Lin Sheng's phone screen, rubbed his fingers slightly, and wanted to smoke a little.

Seeing that Qi Ye remained silent for a long time, Lin Sheng put away the phone, worried that he had asked something that he shouldn't have asked.

For a while, neither of them moved, and the atmosphere gradually became cold.

Qi Ye eased the dryness in his voice, put his hands on his bent knees and entangled them lightly, pinching his finger bones with a crisp "click".

Only after the ten knuckles were ringed once, the feeling of longing for smoke in the lungs was slowly suppressed.

He returned to his thoughts and thought for a while before replying to Lin Sheng's words just now.

"Did you know that Xia Mei has a red plum tree?"

Lin Sheng listened to Qi Ye's sudden words, thought for a while, then nodded his head.

Every well-known university has its own characteristics. For example, Anda is an antique building, and Xiamei is the red plum with a history of hundreds of years.

The plum trees are old, even hundreds of years earlier than the opening of the school. The branches that are allowed to grow and spread are dense and layered, and some of them crawled into the corridor of the teaching building by rubbing the top buds.

Every February and March, the center of the school is a fiery red area, which can be regarded as a landmark tourist attraction.

Speaking of which, the time for plum trees to bloom this year is not far away.

Qi Ye looked at Lin Sheng and nodded, then continued.

"I want to see plum blossoms, so I want to enter the Academy of Fine Arts."

I have to say that this reason is really simple, rude and unreasonable. Lin Sheng sounded like a dry biscuit was forced into his throat, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

Lin Sheng looked at the open space in front of him, blinked those dark grape eyes, and thought silently in his heart.

Everyone has a reason why everyone likes it, and this reason...isn't too far-fetched...is it...

But thinking about it, it was naturally impossible for Xiao Linsheng to say it, he just frowned rarely, thought for a while and typed seriously.

"Natsumi's school exam will start next month. If you can't draw, what should you do?"

Lin Sheng's character is really simple, he believed the reason given by Qi Ye, and really helped Qi Ye to think it over.

Qi Ye looked at the words on the screen, and then at Lin Sheng's serious thinking expression, he raised his head and showed a rare smile, as if he was a little moved by Lin Sheng's seriousness.

"Xia Mei opened a new Department of Architecture last year, and you don't need to take the school exam, as long as you get the grades, you can get in."

Listening to Qi Ye's words, Lin Sheng immediately softened the expression on his face, and regained his original feeling.

After all, Qi Ye's results are really too reliable.

The topic stopped again with Lin Sheng's understanding, and Qi Ye had to ask again.

"What about you, you like painting so much, you don't want to take the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Lin Sheng was stunned for a moment when he heard these words, and lowered his head, the expression on his face became a little disappointed.

In the Academy of Fine Arts, Lin Sheng excluded him from the majors he could choose without even thinking about it.

Not to mention that the registration period for this year's school exam has long since ended, even if it hadn't ended, Lin Sheng would definitely not be able to get into a school like Xia Mei's at this half-baked level that is purely based on imagination.

Not to mention that even if these reasons are excluded, Lin Shuping is also the biggest obstacle and force majeure.

Lin Shuping graduated from the best medical school, and now he is working as the director of a hospital.

His vanity may allow Lin Sheng to regard painting as a talent that he can show off to his children, but if Lin Sheng wants to regard painting as a profession, it is absolutely impossible.

In the stereotyped thinking of this kind of people, graduates from the Academy of Fine Arts are, after all, unpopular and useless.

Moreover, studying in the Academy of Fine Arts requires a lot of money, whether it is material fees or tuition fees, and Lin Shuping will never spend any extra money on Lin Sheng without being seen by others.

"I only regard painting as a hobby. If I haven't studied it, I'm sure it's not enough to enter the Academy of Fine Arts."

The situation at home was difficult to explain, and Lin Sheng didn't want to explain it, so he simply chose other problems and explained it to Qi Ye.

Looking at Lin Sheng's expression and the words on the phone screen, Qi Ye always felt that he could vaguely see something but didn't speak.

In some points, Qi Ye's way of doing things is somewhat similar to Lin Sheng's, for example, he is very measured and doesn't ask questions that others don't want to talk about.

"Well, it's good to be interested."

Qi Ye glanced at Lin Sheng's expression, and added a little unnaturally.

"You draw very well."

Straight men's straight ball praises people, a hole in one.

Lin Sheng immediately raised his head and pursed the corners of his mouth when he heard the words of praise for himself, his dimple was deep.

Qi Ye looked at the deep dimple, and turned his gaze back.

The topic ends again.

Qi Ye is really not very good at chatting, and he is also not very good at finding topics. After going around and around, the topic finally returned to Liao Muyang who was a freshman.

It was rare for him to speak curiously, he restrained his tone, and asked Lin Sheng without any derogatory meaning.

"Is there any difference between liking boys and liking girls?"

Hearing what Qi Ye asked, Lin Sheng subconsciously stiffened his shoulders, as if he was a little afraid that Qi Ye would be disgusted.

He raised his head and carefully glanced at Qi Ye's expression, and found that it was as usual, so he was a little relieved.

Thin white fingers deleted points back and forth on the screen of the phone, and after a long time of editing, a complete sentence was placed in front of Qi Ye.

"I've never liked a girl, but I think it should be...it won't be different."

Qi Ye glanced at the above words, then looked sideways at Lin Sheng's cautious expression, he didn't express it on the surface, but he understood it in his heart.

He knew that his words would still startle the people in front of him.

It's not that there are no homosexuals around Qi Ye, but most of them are careless and generous, and they never realize that liking the same sex is a strange problem and problem.

Qi Ye's thoughts were the same as theirs, and asking such a question was just out of curiosity.

But he probably understood Lin Sheng's character. If he couldn't say something to calm down his emotions, Lin Sheng would probably start to feel restless and cranky in his heart today.

As for the confession, it is estimated that it will be delayed more and more.

Qi Ye is most afraid of trouble, he doesn't want to see Liao Muyang find himself in trouble if he finds out the source of all evil.

Qi Ye was silent for a while, and tried his best to sort out his sentences, until Lin Sheng's unresponsive unresponsive uneasiness swelled up, urging him to flee, and Qi Ye finally made up his mind to speak.

"Homosexuality, heterosexuality, bisexuality, this kind of classification with the same label is bullshit."

"If you like someone, you like it. There are so many categories."

"The person who was still in love with the dead in one second, but not in love the next second after changing gender, that is not love at all."

"Lin Sheng, you worry too much."

Lin Sheng stared blankly at the people beside him, as if he really didn't realize it, or maybe he didn't expect these words to come out of Qi Ye's mouth.

But it really happened anyway.

After Qi Ye said this, he immediately recovered and felt a little uncomfortable. He opened his phone to check the time, got up as if he had found a perfect excuse, and said dryly while walking.

"The lunch break is coming to an end, go back to the classroom."