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At 11:30, the get out of class bell rang.

The people in the classroom left one by one.After twelve o'clock, Xia Yu stopped painting.

The teacher noticed it, and came over to look at his painting: "The painting is not bad, but it lacks some feeling."

After observing carefully for a while, he said, "For a while, I can't find any faults. The color and the relationship between light and shade are handled very well, but it just lacks a little eye-catching feeling and a little aura. "

Xia Yu squeezed the paintbrush in her hand, but said nothing.

"It's completely created with skills. At least I can't feel that the woman you painted has any love and longing for her husband. Your painting can't convey feelings. Do you understand what I mean?"

Xia Yu nodded: "Understood."

"Okay, you go to eat first. I'll take a look and see if I can change something for you."

"Thank you, teacher."

Xia Yu tidied up her things quickly, then walked outside, but before reaching the door, she was stopped by the teacher again.

"By the way, Professor Xia Yuanhang will come to the school to give a speech next Wednesday, you know that?"

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I know."

How could he not know, he knew it before anyone in this school.

The teacher patted him on the shoulder: "I think your style is somewhat similar to that of Professor Xia Yuanhang. If you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination, I think Professor Xia Yuanhang is a very good choice. You can pay more attention to his words during the speech. "

"Thank you teacher, I will think about it carefully."

As soon as I walked out of the classroom, the cold wind hit my body.

Xia Yu put on the mask and pulled up his collar.

It is now 12:30 noon, and there are not many people on the cafeteria road.

He walked slowly towards the cafeteria, thinking about what the teacher said just now that his painting "lacks spirit".

This is not the first time he has heard this word, the teacher has said it several times, and his father has said it countless times.

Especially when he was painting portraits, his father's questioning and scrutinizing eyes wanted to stare at his soul, so unless necessary, he hardly painted portraits in front of people.

Besides, how could his style be similar to his father?

What he hates the most is his father's style.

……

It was a bit late when Xia Yu arrived at the cafeteria, there were not many dishes left, and he was a bit picky eater, so after looking around, he finally ordered a bowl of noodles in clear soup.

Although clear soup noodles are simple and cheap, they are refreshing and steaming hot.

Taking one bite, Xia Yu felt as if she had finally come back to life.

The mood suddenly improved a lot. He took out his mobile phone and planned to choose a movie for dinner. Before he could choose, there was a "boom" in front of him, and there was an extra full plate.

Zhou Ding stood by the table: "Can I sit here?"

Xia Yu looked up at him.

With a height of more than 1.9 meters, Zhou Ding looks like an insurmountable hill. Even wearing a down jacket, he does not look bloated at all, but it is just right, showing off the opponent's inverted triangle figure and straight and slender legs.

The figure is the figure he likes, and the face is also the face he likes.

It's a pity that the other party is probably a straight man, and he doesn't like to play with straight men.

Xia Yu lowered her eyes and said "Mmm".

Realizing that Xia Yu didn't seem to welcome him, Zhou Ding sat down anyway.

He glanced at Xia Yu's bowl, and took the initiative to talk to him, "Is this all you eat?" The noodle bowl was so clear that there was not even a bit of meat.

"It's okay." Xia Yu put away her phone and concentrated on eating noodles.

Zhou Ding thought for a while, and then said: "I have two big platoons here, do you want them? I didn't move any of them."

"……No, thanks."

After a few sentences, Zhou Ding was sure that Xia Yu was angry.

He is also in a complicated mood now, a little embarrassed, and a little confused.

After posting that sentence yesterday, Xia Yu ignored him.

But how could he return then?Said that I didn't actually feel that you were looking at my shoes, but that you were looking at my crotch?

Of course, you can't go back like this. If you go back, you will go directly to the death scene. Xia Yu will probably block him directly.

So he thought for a long time before he picked a shoe that didn't have too many problems to prevaricate.

After all, boys have more shoes and dogs, so it is normal to look at shoes.

He thought that the matter could be just exposed like this, but who knew that Xia Yu would just get angry and ignore others?

Zhou Ding was surprised at the time.

Really, it was the first time he couldn't understand a boy's mind and temperament like this, and it was also the first time he took the initiative to ask a boy for peace. ——Although they are not friends, nor can they talk about any discord, but he did come to apologize to Xia Yu today.

He spends most of his time in the basketball club, where there are a bunch of rough guys who say what they want, and if anyone refuses to accept it, they will be dealt with by force.

But Xia Yu was different from them.

From the first time he saw Xia Yu, he felt so.

Xia Yu is really too delicate and beautiful, like a doll placed in a cabinet, with seaweed-like hair and white porcelain skin, giving people a delicate and fragile feeling at first glance.

It's very different from him and the group of tall and tough boys around him.

It turns out that they are indeed different.

Xia Yu not only looks squeamish, but also has a squeamish personality. He gets angry when he says a wrong sentence, and ignores others when he is angry. His temper is worse than any girl he has ever seen.

Zhou Ding cleared his throat: "I..."

"I'm done eating."

Xia Yu put down her chopsticks and stood up, "Eat slowly, I have something to do, I'm going back to the classroom first."

Zhou Ding stared blankly at Xia Yu leaving, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

This is gone? ?

Could it be that he is a scourge? ?

Is it a heinous thing to show off your shoes? ?

Originally, Zhou Ding only felt that a boy like Xia Yu was a bit novel, but now he really suspected that he did something sinful last night, which caused Xia Yu's attitude towards him to be so bad.

For the first time since he was a child, he experienced the feeling of being disgusted by others. He couldn't hold back during the basketball club activities in the afternoon, and asked his teammates who had a better relationship with him.

"Is showing off your wealth really a very distasteful thing?"

Wu Le: "Of course!"

Lin Fan: "Sure!"

Zhao Xiunan: "Isn't this nonsense?"

Zhou Ding: "..."

Zhou Ding: "Is it really that serious?"

Wu Le: "Of course!"

Lin Fan: "Sure!"

Zhao Xiunan: "Isn't this nonsense?"

Zhou Ding: "...you copy and paste?"

Wu Le was keenly aware of something, raised his head from the game, sat down next to Zhou Ding, and said, "What's wrong? What happened? Tell me more about it."

Zhou Ding concealed the cause and effect, and said briefly: "I showed off my sneakers to someone."

"Who?"

Zhou Ding didn't say anything.

Wu Le asked again: "How did you show off?"

Zhou Ding organized his words: "He looked at the pictures in my circle of friends very seriously. After I found out, I asked him if you were looking at my sneakers, and the other party got angry."

Wu Le rubbed her chin: "Is that why you're angry?"

"Well, it's still the kind that is too angry to ignore people."

"If you get angry like this, that person's family conditions should be pretty poor, right?"

Wu Le analyzed seriously, "People who hate the rich are usually poor people. If he hates your pair of shoes, then he must have a very bad life, and this kind of person is not doing very well himself, but he has a lot of self-esteem. , You think that no matter how expensive the shoes are, they are just a pair of shoes, but to him, they are things that he has no spare money to buy in his life. It’s okay if you don’t say it. If you say it so accurately, he must feel that you look down on him. Think he can't afford shoes, and then rise to the point where you've insulted his character."

Zhou Ding: "...is it so serious?"

"If he doesn't think it's serious, why is he so angry?"

Zhou Ding didn't say anything.

He couldn't help calming down, and seriously thought about what Wu Le said.

To say that family conditions are poor...

It's not obvious at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to be a little bit.

Although Xia Yu looks like a little prince, his clothes are really low-key. He is always dressed in black or white, and he can't tell the brand, but it is definitely not a big brand. The shoes are also ordinary sneakers, and he only eats them for lunch. Clear soup noodles, not even a piece of meat.

Zhou Ding had never eaten the clear soup noodles in the canteen, so he asked Wu Le: "Have you ever eaten the clear soup noodles in the canteen?"

"Yes, I can only eat light food after my stomach operation."

"How much is that?"

"It's one yuan if you only eat plain noodles without any extra ingredients."

Zhou Ding was a little surprised: "So cheap?"

"Our school canteen is subsidized, which is much cheaper than outside."

Wu Le looked at Zhou Ding with an inquiring look, "Are you in love?"

Zhou Ding shook his head: "No."

Wu Le rolled his eyes: "Is that person from our school?"

"Ah."

"Which department?"

"art."

Wu Le sighed, and continued to play the game: "That's too normal, learning art costs a lot, don't look at how well-dressed they are, they don't necessarily have a lot of money in their pockets."

Zhou Ding put his hands in his pockets: "Then what do you think I should do now? He ignores me now."

"That kind of people are very sensitive. If you go to apologize specifically, they will definitely feel embarrassed. You can't even give money or things. They will feel that they hurt their self-esteem. They have to pay attention to details and use actions to influence them. You don't have to think about it all the time. After a long time Alright, just pay attention when you two come into contact with each other in the future."

"So just leave it alone?"

"At the moment, I think it's better to leave it alone, and play it by ear in the future."

Zhou Ding breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know how to do it, but finally there is a feasible way.

After recovering from his thoughts, he found that all the players in the locker room were staring at him with gossiping faces and piercing eyes.

Zhou Ding: "..."

He waved his hand, "Go, go to training."

After finishing speaking, he kicked Wu Le again, "Are you still playing? No more training?"

Wu Le said: "Wait for me for a minute, I'll go after this fight!"

"what are you playing?"

"Fight the Landlord!"

Speaking of Wu Le, he became excited, and he looked excited, "Really, Team Zhou, let me tell you the truth, Xia Yu is too strong! Really too strong! Forming a team with him is so exciting! I spent two days No more beans!"

"You are now teaming up with Xia Yu to fight the landlord?" Zhou Ding looked at Wu Le's phone screen, there was a villain whose nickname was Limbo.

Wu Le nodded: "Yes!"

Zhou Ding was silent: "When did you start playing?"

"We've been playing for an hour, hey! Team Zhou, why are you going?"

Zhou Ding walked out expressionlessly: "Go out and smoke a cigarette and calm down."