I don't know warm water

"What's the matter with you two?" Zhang Zhirui looked at Zou Yan sadly, "Why does she only talk to you? You really don't like her?"

Zou Yan couldn't help but think of an old monk who was close to his aunt. He probably felt similar to his current mood when he narrated his heartfelt love in front of a group of pilgrims. I have nothing to do.

Li Zhefei couldn't stand Zhang Zhirui's unhappy look anymore, so he answered for Zou Wei: "The two of them draw together, you said you don't have any artistic talent, how can you chat with Han Yike?"

Zhang Zhirui died of grievance: "Then what should I do, Mr. Zou has taught me for so long and I still only know how to draw bunnies."

Zou Yan didn't know what to say, so he just looked at Zhang Zhirui quietly.

Every time Zhang Zhirui is around, Zou Yan always feels that he can incarnate as Lu Yueping, and the way he looks at him must have the soft light of a loving mother.

Zhang Zhirui finally sighed: "Why is it so difficult to like someone."

Li Zhefei persuaded, "You have finally realized, Lao Zhang."

Zhang Zhirui grabbed Li Zhefei's arm: "I seem to understand Liu Xueyao better. Chasing stones is really endless torture!"

Li Zhefei rolled his eyes, and touched Zhang Zhirui's back like a dog's head: "Then you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhirui came back to life with full blood: "I don't care, I must chase her!"

Zou Yan and Li Zhefei looked at each other quietly, Li Zhefei relaxed his hands slightly, and Zhang Zhirui ran away at once.

Li Zhefei and Zou Yan played well at first, but Zhang Zhirui stood outside the court holding two bottles of Pepsi very honestly, smiling and watching them with narrowed eyes, waiting.Zou Yan saw him first and asked him to come and play with him, Zhang Zhirui shook his head quickly: "No, no, you are busy with your work, I will wait."

It was Li Zhefei who slapped him twice before he said that he came to beat them again.

"You're really strong," Li Zhefei didn't want to play anymore, and praised Zhang Zhirui with Zou Yan, "Ren Han can be seen as a person with a firm heart. He really likes him."

Zou Wei was curious: "How do you know that Han Yike is determined? Why is she determined?"

Li Zhefei said: "I didn't know it before. Last time I knew that she was learning to paint like you, I thought she must be very ideal. Think about it, she definitely spends as much time painting as you do, but she The school's grades are also so good, almost every time the whole class is in the top five. Why do universities have such high requirements for your art and culture?"

Zou Yan also understood, nodded: "Oh."

Li Zhefei asked: "But do you prefer to only paint? Doesn't it mean that you are more talented?"

Zou Yan smiled: "Maybe. I have also worked hard in my studies."

Li Zhefei and his brothers embraced him kindly: "It's okay. You are so good at drawing, don't worry about your test scores."

Zou Yan felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.

It has been a long time since he had such an awkward and tense moment - especially around Li Zhefei.Ever since he made up his mind to try not to care so much about Li Zhefei during the last summer vacation, he felt that he was more focused on painting, he would not be so sensitive to Li Zhefei's unintentional remarks, and his mood would not be so depressed.

Fortunately, Li Zhefei didn't hug him for a long time, and patted him on the shoulder to let him go again.

From the second day of junior high school, the school arranges them to study by themselves in the evening, but it will not be too late.Zou Wei submitted the application and certificate to the group leader of the grade group, proving that he was going to practice in the studio, so he didn't have to go, and nothing could be done, even though the time was nearing the end of this semester.

Today he picked up the pen, but his right shoulder felt hot and heavy.

It is the place where Li Zhefei took pictures.

Thinking about it, Zou Yan's face became hot again.

He repeatedly recalled what Li Zhefei had said.Han Yi is a person with great ideals and firm beliefs, so good but also working so hard, why can't he do it?

Li Zhefei usually doesn't seem to understand or care about the situation of everyone around him, but he can see so much from Han Yike. Is it just appreciation, or does it have other intentions?

impossible.Doesn't his good friend Zhang Zhirui like Han Yike?How could he also like Han Yike?

"Zou Yan, why are you in a daze? I see you've been sitting here for 3 minutes and you still haven't moved?" Next to her was a new girl named Zhu Jiaqian. As soon as she entered the studio, she asked everyone who was Zou Yan. He had to sit next to Zou Yan.At first, Mr. Xu thought that this girl was simply making trouble for no reason, but after seeing it later, he found that she was a bit basic and not difficult to take care of, so he left her alone.

Zou Yan turned his head abruptly, smiled and shook his head at Zhu Jiaqian: "No, I'm a little tired at school."

Zhu Jiaqian put her head next to Zou Yan again, and asked him, "We are from the same school, do you recognize me?"

Zou Yan was surprised: "Really?"

Zhu Jiaqian nodded in agreement.

"Why don't you wear a school uniform?" Zou Yan asked.

Zhu Jiaqian curled her lips: "Who doesn't even have time to change clothes before coming to the studio..." Halfway through speaking, she realized that there was one in front of her.

Zou Yan just smiled: "You are very artistic."

Zhu Jiaqian pouted, and saw that Zou Zhe had turned his head back to start drafting, and she called him again: "Zou Zhe, I think you are very talented in drawing. How long have you been painting?"

Zou Yan was disturbed by her question. A teacher happened to pass by and said to Zhu Jiaqian, "Still chatting? Don't chat in the studio, okay?"

Zhu Jiaqian shut her mouth and turned to draw.

After painting for about an hour, Zhu Jiaqian couldn't hold back, and asked Zou Zou quietly: "Did you not know anyone in the first class?"

With a pause in Zou's hand, the stroke became heavier.

"Are you from class one?" Zou Wei didn't turn his head, modifying that place as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Jiaqian said: "That's right. The boys in our class are famous for playing basketball, especially with the guy in your class? The tallest handsome guy."

"Yes," Zou Yan nodded, "Li Zhefei."

Zhu Jiaqian just smiled: "That's right, that's him. He is well-known in our class. I think you two have a very good relationship."

Zou Yan has now developed a conditioned reflex, and when he hears the first class, he will think of Liu Xueyao.

"Is he in your class because of Liu Xueyao?"

Zhu Jiaqian was a little embarrassed, she turned her head and wanted to look Zou Yan in the eyes: "You know Liu Xueyao?" Then she lowered her eyelids, "Yes, you and Li Zhefei have such a good relationship, you must know Liu Xueyao too."

Zou Yan clenched his pen tightly, not wanting to speak.

"Is it true that Li Zhefei doesn't like her at all?"

Zou Yan flicked the pen irritably, but failed to control the strength well, and the tip of the pen was broken by the drawing board: "How do I know? Why should I care which girl Li Zhefei likes!"

Zhu Jiaqian was aggrieved and a little frightened, she looked at Zou Yan with flickering eyes: "Yes, I'm sorry...I just want to talk to you."

Zou Yan sharpened his pen again and calmed down a bit, thinking that Liu Xueyao was the one who mentioned it first, so the anger was unreasonable.He could only pretend to be indifferent and asked, "Why?"

Zhu Jiaqian seemed to have a stuffy nose and her mouth was covered, and her whole body was reddened as if she was holding her breath. Her voice became quieter, but trembling a little: "I, since last time... you drew a picture for your class. After the bulletin board...I just, I always wanted to...make friends with you."