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There were a lot of people in the cafeteria, and many students brought their parents to eat together.

There was a long queue in front of every window, Wu Le had a sharp eye, and as soon as he entered, he took up a seat and asked Xia Yu and Zhou Ding to get food.

Zhou Ding asked: "What do you want to eat?"

Wu Le waved his hand: "Get more meat, I can do chicken drumsticks and pork chops."

After speaking, he looked at Xia Yu again, "What are you eating?"

Xia Yu looked at the window in the distance: "Let's eat noodles."

"Just a bowl of noodles?"

Xia Yu nodded.

He can only eat light food now.

Wu Le said: "It's fine for the team to queue up alone that week, don't go, I'll tell you about this event."

Xia Yu: "...that's fine too."

He looked at Zhou Ding, "Then I will trouble you."

Zhou Ding had no choice but to nod: "It's okay."

After all, Zhou Ding went to line up in front of the vegetable window.

While queuing up, I looked back at the two of them from time to time.

Because he wanted to explain the details of the event to Xia Yu, Wu Le simply sat down next to Xia Yu with his mobile phone. The two of them put their heads together, and Wu Le put his hand on Xia Yu's shoulder savagely.

Zhou Ding frowned.

But he couldn't say anything, so he could only pinch his nose and continue queuing.

Fortunately, the waiter at his window was quick, and it was his turn after 10 minutes of queuing.

Zhou Ding returned to his seat immediately after finishing the meal, and with a "boom", the solidly piled iron trays made a heavy knock on the table.

The two heads that were close together finally separated, and they looked up at him together.

"Your noodles." Zhou Ding put the noodle bowl on Xia Yu's table with a straight face.

Xia Yu took it and nodded lightly: "Thank you."

Unaware of him, Wu Le took out the dishes and said, "Xia Yu, is this all you want to eat?"

Xia Yun hummed: "I'm not too hungry."

Wu Le pushed the plate containing pineapple sweet and sour meat towards Xia Yu: "You should eat more, you are too thin."

Zhou Ding sat down to eat without saying a word.

The legs under the table shook uncontrollably.

"Xia Yu, please give me your class schedule later, I will ask you to rank when I find you free."

"Row."

"Did you take a nap at noon?"

"I don't take a nap, but I usually draw in the studio at noon."

"Okay, let's see then."

"Ah."

The legs under the table shook even faster.

Zhou Ding ate his meal expressionlessly, with only a pair of dark eyes, looking unhappy.

Suddenly, something touched his toes.

Zhou Ding stopped shaking his legs, looked under the table quietly, and then looked up at Xia Yu, only to see Xia Yu lowered his eyes, with long eyelashes, and a calm expression. The legs that came over were not his.

The irritability and dissatisfaction in his heart were appeased in an instant, Zhou Ding withdrew his gaze, and used the food to cover the slight upturn of the corners of his mouth.

After eating, they parted ways.

Zhou Ding and Wu Le went back to the dormitory. As soon as they returned to the dormitory, Wu Le asked, "Captain Zhou, don't you like Xia Yu?"

Zhou Ding, who was about to send a message to Xia Yu, was stunned for a moment, then raised his head from the phone: "Huh?"

"Are you not quite right with Xia Yu?" Wu Le asked again.

Zhou Ding said: "No, why do you ask that?"

Wu Le crossed his legs: "Do you know what expression you had when you just ate?"

"what expression?"

"how to say……"

Wu Le raised his head and thought about it, "I remember! It's the same as the expression you had when you and Shen Youtang got together before the winter vacation! You don't even mention the expression, just the momentum, you know? It's just the low pressure you exude from the inside out The aura is exactly the same as that time!"

It's sharp, but not sharp enough.

Zhou Ding said: "No, I have no problem with him."

"Really?"

"Do I have to lie?"

"That's good, I like him quite a bit." With that said, Wu Le bent down to open the suitcase and took out the contents one by one.

He lowered his head, so he couldn't notice the burning eyes that suddenly fixed on him.

He continued, "And Xia Yu is so fragrant, her fingers are white and thin, they are not at all the same as our hands, and she eats in a gentle manner. I don't even feel embarrassed to eat meat when I sit next to him... ..."

Zhou Ding didn't speak, but silently looked at Wu Le.

Wu Le's appearance is rather cute, with a bit of baby fat on her face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, she looks like she is seventeen or eighteen years old, very small.He is 187cm tall, and his body proportions are also very good. He has all the pectoral and abdominal muscles. In He Xinyang's words, Wu Le belongs to the brother who wears clothes, and the husband who takes off clothes. The most important thing is that Wu Le has never been in a relationship.

Although it is well known that he chased Song Ting - because he kept talking about it, but after all, he did not catch up.

And as far as his pursuit method of posting on the net for three days and fishing for two days, it's rare to be able to catch up. He seems to take Song Ting as his ideal type. When everyone talks about girls, he joins in the fun and compliments.

Not only does he look like a younger brother, but he also thinks like a younger brother.

Kind of childish.

Not stable enough.

Xia Yu probably wouldn't like this.

"Hey! Xia Yu sent me his class schedule!" Wu Le exclaimed.

Zhou Ding: "..."

"Let me see what classes they take in the Academy of Fine Arts."

As Wu Le spoke, he clicked on the picture and zoomed in with his fingers, "Why do they still have so many classes in the second semester of their junior year? Ah, there aren't many classes, and it's because the time is long. Many of their classes take up half a day."

Zhou Ding turned on the phone: "It's not easy to learn art."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and sent Xia Yu a message.

[Zhou Ding: You didn't even send me the class schedule. 】

【Xia Yu: [Picture]】

[Xia Yu: Are you ready? 】

[Zhou Ding: Alright! 】

[Zhou Ding: Are you in a meeting now? 】

[Xia Yu: Yes. 】

【Zhou Ding: What will you do after the meeting? 】

[Xia Yu: Get the book. 】

Zhou Ding raised his head and asked Wu Le: "When will we get the books?"

Wu Le looked at Zhou Ding with some surprise: "Isn't it? Don't you read the class group? It's not like you. There is a timetable for picking up books in the group. You can check it out. We will get it at [-] o'clock tomorrow afternoon. "

Zhou Ding said lightly: "I didn't pay attention."

As he spoke, he opened the penguin and flipped to the form from the class group photo album.

With a swipe of his finger, he found the news he wanted to see.

——Academy of Fine Arts collection time: from 18:[-] pm on the [-]th.

Location: Zhixing Building.

After dinner, Xia Yu went to the club meeting first, and handed over the position of the president of the art club by the way.

The association is a bit tasteless to him now, and he still wants to spend his spare time on making money next semester.

Because the supplementary card his father gave him was suspended.

In the first two days, on the afternoon of the day when the book fee was deducted, it was stopped.

In the past ten or so days, when Xia Yu's thoughts diverged, she also thought about whether her father would do things like suspend the card.

But his father hadn't heard anything for ten days, so he didn't think much about it. He didn't expect that his father had been silent all this time because he was waiting for the school to deduct the textbook fee. Once the textbook fee was deducted, his card was immediately suspended.

Even though Xia Yu usually didn't use the money in the card at all, the moment she found out that the card was suspended, she felt suffocated and became angry.

Then came the very strong idea of ​​buying a house.

If you want to share your housebook in Moments, set it to be visible only to your parents.

I want to tell them that he still has his own house to live in if that family doesn't welcome him!

However, he does not have enough money.

All the funds and wealth management deposits in his hand add up to 70 million.

For an ordinary third-year student, he is already very rich, but to buy a house, this amount of money is not enough to look at - a better location in Longcheng will cost at least about 70 yuan per square meter, and [-] to [-] yuan is only enough to buy a small room.

And he doesn't want to buy an ordinary house, he wants to buy a villa.

Want to buy a bigger and more gorgeous villa than theirs.

Ordinary houses cost 500 million, let alone villas.

Xia Yu looked around on a house-hunting app, and the cheapest villas for sale in Dragon City that meet his requirements start at 2000 million.

2000 million is an astronomical figure, and he can't even afford the down payment.

But he just wants to buy it.

If you don’t make money in one year, it’s two years, and if you don’t make money in two years, it’s three years. Anyway, he must buy it within three years!

Xia Yu wasn't dreaming either.

He has been receiving manuscripts online since the summer vacation after graduating from his third year of high school.

Private manuscripts are cheaper, depending on the mood, the fee is usually thousands of dollars.Commercial manuscripts are much more expensive, because they are purchased by the company, so they usually start at five figures.

He seldom accepts manuscripts, and more often he draws whatever he wants, and posts them on Weibo, Twitter and other places for free.

It is true that he does not make much money, but he has accumulated a considerable fan base. There are millions of fans on Weibo, hundreds of thousands of followers on Twitter, tens of thousands of comments and tens of thousands of reposts on each post. The pictures that exploded were even popular on searches.

In this day and age, traffic is money.

He didn't care whether he made money or not before, so he was free to accept manuscripts and charge fees, but now...

Xia Yu flipped through her private messages on Weibo, and there were a bunch of people begging him to accept the manuscript with money.

There are private draft requests, corporate invitations, and even those who want to buy his paintings that have been sent out, and want to publish him as a collection of paintings, and the quotations are not low.

And he has another characteristic of painting, which is fast and precise.

Some paintings look delicate and complicated, and it takes a lot of effort, but in fact, he can finish everything from sketching to coloring in one day.

Therefore, it is not impossible to receive more manuscripts and more copyrights, 2000 million in three years.

Thinking of this, Xia Yu flipped through the private messages, and replied to a few that gave more money.

He had already received two manuscripts two days ago, and now that the class schedule is out and the clubs have been handed over, he has a clearer mind about how to plan for the rest of the time.After sending the message, Xia Yu put back her phone and walked to Zhixing Building.

However, before reaching the Zhixing Building, he stopped.

Because he saw other students walking towards Zhixing Building dragging suitcases in their hands.

Xia Yu: "..."

He was so engrossed in thinking about things that he actually forgot about the magic book-packing suitcase!

Xia Yu pursed her lips, feeling a little confused.

Because Zhixing Building is far away from his dormitory, it takes 10 minutes to go back and forth, and the friction caused by walking makes his lower body uncomfortable, and his legs are not healthy, so just thinking about going back and forth has to go back and forth. He was a little apprehensive.

But with so many books, if you move them by hand, you won’t be able to hold a pen for two days.

Xia Yu stood where she was, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

or……

Let the errands buy a suitcase and send it over?

Thinking of this, Xia Yu clicked on the food delivery software, ready to order some errands.

While entering the request, someone suddenly stood in front of him.He didn't look up, but raised his eyes slightly, and saw a pair of limited edition sneakers with a very familiar style.

"Student, do you need help?"

The visitor paused, then said again, "Are you running errands? What do you think of me?"

Xia Yu held back the corners of her lips, raised her head, and said without changing her expression, "Yes, how much?"

"for free."

Zhou Ding put his hands in his pockets, lowered his voice, lowered his eyes slightly, and said something unrighteous with an upright expression, "When no one is around, just give me a kiss."