Don't play with avatars

Jiang Yin put the candy wrapper back in place without thinking too much.

Probably, he and Shen Xueyan have more or less similar personalities, and it's normal to like the same thing.

Taking out the sealed folder from the drawer, Jiang Yin left his room.

Outsiders were unable to enter the school during class, so after contacting the assistant, Jiang Yin took the folder to the school gate and waited.

Not long after, a black jeep stopped in front of him.

A girl wearing camouflage shorts stepped out of the car. The girl was wearing a small black vest. You could see the tight muscles on her arms. She knew she was exercising regularly.

"Jiang Yin, thank you."

The girl's name was Yang Mu, she had been Lin Dongyan's assistant for several years, and had a few encounters with Jiang Yin.

"You're welcome, I have nothing else to do and I'm leaving first." Jiang Yin narrowed his eyes lazily, as if he had completely forgotten Lin Dongyan's words.

"What's the rush?" Yang Mu chewed his gum and gave him a white look, then turned around and took out a black box from the co-pilot.

The girl seemed careless, but the movement of holding the box was very gentle.

"The things inside are very precious, be careful." Yang Mu warned.

Jiang Yin took it over and asked puzzledly, "What is it?"

Yang Mu shrugged: "I don't know, it's very precious anyway, you don't want it, if you don't want it, Mr. Lin will definitely let me throw it away."

Jiang Yin frowned and looked at the box in his hand.

"That's right." Jiang Yin suddenly stopped her.

"What's wrong?" Yang Mu'er turned around and asked.

"Does Lin Dongyan like sweets?" Jiang Yin asked.

"Keep your voice down, Mr. Lin would lose face if others heard him." Yang Mu made a silent gesture, looked around furtively, then lowered his voice and said, "Don't look at Mr. Lin's stern and selfless appearance." , In fact, he likes to eat sweets very much, and he was reminded by the doctor some time ago that he should not eat too much sugar for a week, and can only eat one."

Jiang Yin was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded with a vague understanding.

Jiang Yin didn't know anything about this matter.

"Then I'll go first, Mr. Lin is still waiting for the information."

"it is good."

After sending Yang Mu away, Jiang Yin stood there for a few minutes, a bit unimaginable that Lin Dong liked to eat sweets at the banquet.

Then why didn't he want to eat a bite of the cake bought for him on his birthday?

Jiang Yin returned to the dormitory, opened the box, and there was an invitation card lying inside.

Looking at the words on the cover, Jiang Yin was completely stunned.

He took a deep breath, gently took out the invitation card, and unfolded it again:

Dear artist, you are sincerely invited to participate in this Global Calligraphy and Painting Competition. Please bring your works to the exhibition site on October [-]th.

Jiang Yin was stunned, this was a gift he could not refuse.

Before it was too late, a phone call came in.

Jiang Yin answered the phone tremblingly, but couldn't bear to take his eyes off the invitation for a second.

"Hello." Before he recovered, his voice was hoarse.

"Jiang Yin has bad news for you. Hu Yi got the invitation letter for the Global Painting and Calligraphy Competition!" Sun Qian's tone can be described as furious.

However, Jiang Yin just let out a blank "Oh".

Sun Qian thought he didn't realize the importance of the matter, so he raised his voice and said, "Global Painting and Calligraphy Contest! The works of artists who have participated will be exhibited permanently, and if they don't win an award, they can blow it up for a lifetime. From now on, Hu Yi's tail will not be cocked." Go to heaven? I really don’t know where he got it, this thing has a price but no market.”

"Oh..." Jiang Yin's reaction was still flat.

Sun Qian couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you listening to me? If Hu Yi can participate, he won't be able to climb on top of you in the future?"

Jiang Yin swallowed her saliva, carefully stroked the words on the invitation card with her fingers, and said dryly, "I also have the invitation letter."

"?" Sun Qian was silent, "Really? The global art exhibition is held every four years. Has it depreciated this year?"

"Really, Lin Dongyan gave it."

"Damn it... Lin Dongyan is an eternal god!"

In the past two days, the whole school knew that Hu Yi had received an invitation letter for the global art exhibition.

This guy, walking on campus, looked at him with envy and admiration everywhere, and Hu Yi straightened his back a lot.

Among them, what made him feel very dissatisfied was that Jiang Yin, who he considered his biggest opponent, saw that he was still the same as usual, when he was an air, with his head down and yawning, and he didn't even stop his eyes for a few seconds .

When Jiang Yin passed by, Hu Yi gritted his teeth unwillingly, and turned back to block Jiang Yin.

"Jiang Yin."

Jiang Yin was in a daze when he was stopped unexpectedly, which startled him.

When he saw who was coming, Jiang Yin looked away, lowered his head and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Seeing his impatience, Hu Yi's jaw tightened a bit, and he piled up a smirk and said: "I heard that with the invitation letter of the Global Painting and Calligraphy Competition, you can bring a friend to visit. Of course, it is impossible to participate in the competition." Yes, are you interested?"

He would not take Jiang Yin there, he just wanted to attract Jiang Yin's attention and let him know that he already had an invitation letter.

Jiang Yin shook his head: "No need, I'll go first."

Seeing that his reaction was still flat, Hu Yi's forehead jumped twice: "Such a rare opportunity, we are all colleagues, if you want to go, I will take you there."

Jiang Yin glanced at him, thinking why he was so difficult:

"Thank you for your kindness. If I want to go, I will go by myself."

Hu Yi thought he was hooked, and pretended to sigh, "How can you get there without an invitation letter? You must know that an invitation letter for the Global Art Exhibition is hard to buy in China."

He spent all his savings and bought them from an old foreign artist.Although I don't know what Jiang Yin's family background is, but he doesn't look like a rich man in his usual clothes, so how could he get the invitation letter.

Jiang Yin glanced at him and said, "Don't make it sound like invitations can only be bought with money."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shen Xueyan slowly walking over in front of him.

"Senior." Shen Xueyan had just finished class and was still wearing a white coat.

Jiang Yin responded, and then said to Hu Yi: "I have nothing else to do, I'm leaving first."

"Then do you need me to take you there..." Hu Yi was still a little unwilling, and had to find some way to prove that he was better than Jiang Yin.

"Senior, do you want to participate in next month's Global Painting and Calligraphy Competition?" Shen Xueyan walked up to him, turning a blind eye to Hu Yi next to him.

Jiang Yin glanced at him suspiciously, with a bad premonition in his heart: "Why do you ask that?"

Shen Xueyan smiled and said, "I know you like painting and calligraphy. The school tutor happened to have one in his hand. He participated in it when he was young, so he doesn't want to bother now. Heard that I have a friend who likes it, so he just gave it to me."

Jiang Yin breathed lightly, thinking of the invitation card she put on the bedside like a baby, her expression changed again and again.

As if afraid of Jiang Yin's refusal, he cut off the road early: "If you don't want me, you can only throw it away."

Hu Yi had a similar complexion.

Before he could swallow the words, someone sent Jiang Yin an invitation.

It’s not true if you say nonsense, and it’s not true if you don’t say it.

But Shen Xueyan noticed him at this moment, and asked: "Sorry, what did you want to say just now.

Hu Yi's face turned green: "Nothing!"

Hu Yi left angrily, Shen Xueyan saw Jiang Yin's numb face, and probably realized something, his eyes were condensed into fine frost, but he hid it well: "Did someone send it to you?"

Jiang Yin nodded with a stiff face: "Yes."

"Who sent it?"

Jiang Yin said: "A friend."

However, Shen Xueyan had roughly guessed it.

He looked at Jiang Yin's expression, and after a while, he seriously suggested: "Senior, buying an invitation card is not a small amount. If you and him are not close to a certain level, you should return it to him as soon as possible. Such a favor is too much." precious."

Jiang Yin lowered his head thoughtfully, but did not answer.

After parting with Shen Xueyan, Jiang Yin returned to the dormitory absent-mindedly, and put the invitation card sent by Shen Xueyan together with the original one.

Jiang Yin felt that what Shen Xueyan said was right. He had too little relationship with Lin Dongyan, and he couldn't afford to repay the favor that was too expensive.

In the room, he vaguely heard movement outside the door, so he couldn't wait to put on his slippers and run to open the door.

Pulling the door open abruptly, he saw Lin Dongyan standing at the opposite door and preparing to open it.

Regardless of Shen Xueyan's invitation, Lin Dongyan should pay back the money he spent.

It's just that it doesn't seem very good to return the invitation directly.

"Lin Dongyan." Jiang Yin called to stop him.

Lin Dongyan hesitated to open the door, turned his head and looked at him without saying a word, as if asking "what's the matter".

"How much did the invitation cost? I'll give it back to you." After thinking about it, Jiang Yin decided to buy it. After all, it was Lin Dongyan's wish.

Lin Dongyan pursed his lips, staring at Jiang Yin with his dark eyes, and didn't speak for a while.

After a long time, he said, "Go in and talk."

Jiang Yin hurried out of the way, and Lin Dongyan walked into his room.

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Jiang Yin suddenly realized that the two invitations were still laid out on the table in a big way, which could be seen at a glance.

Sure enough, Lin Dongyan stopped abruptly when he walked into the living room.

His eyes swept over the two identical invitations on the table, and his eyes gradually sank.

Jiang Yin pinched his palm angrily, and explained: "The other one was a gift from a friend, and it didn't cost any money."

Lin Dongyan lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment. He hummed and said, "Throw it away if you don't want it."

Jiang Yin was stunned for half a second, and then explained: "That's not what I mean. I just think it's too expensive. After all, we're just..."

He didn't continue, but Lin Dongyan turned his head, looked at him coldly, and added the sentence for him: "Just for fun."

"Jiang Yin, I know our relationship very well, so I don't need you to remind me repeatedly." Lin Dongyan said.

He turned around to face Jiang Yin, his face as frosty.

"A client recommended your published work to the organizer of the competition. This invitation card was given to you by the organizer, but it was only placed in my hands first."

Jiang Yin was dumbfounded, with a dumbfounded expression.

"The invitation you got by relying on your strength has nothing to do with me. If you don't want it, just throw it away."

"Get it by strength?" Jiang Yin stared at one of the invitations in a daze, feeling a little flustered.

Lin Dongyan withdrew his gaze from Jiang Yin, and gradually fell to the two invitation cards on the table.

That bright red color is too dazzling.

"Jiang Yin." Lin Dongyan called him in a calm voice, with a sigh hidden in his tone.

Jiang Yin came back to his senses and responded, "Huh?"

Lin Dongyan closed his eyes slightly and frowned, as if he wanted to expel that bright red from his mind.

"Let me remind you again..."

Lin Dongyan's voice suddenly stopped, his upper body leaned against the table without any strength, and it became difficult to breathe.

Jiang Yin sensed something was wrong, and walked quickly to his side: "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Dongyan closed his eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, and some sweat broke out on his forehead.

Not right.

Jiang Yin touched his forehead with his hand, but Lin Dongyan grabbed him violently.

"Don't touch me, don't worry about it."

Jiang Yin pursed his lips slightly, then stretched out the back of his hand, feeling his skin was burning hot:

"You have a fever."