Fantastic

The library door of University D is closed very late.

The study room was decorated with new paintings. It was overcrowded during the day, but now that it was night, it was not too late, but there were not many people for some reason.

There were only a few people sitting and reading in the huge study room, and as time went by, their discomfort gradually increased, and they couldn't tell what was wrong. In short, they instinctively wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

So the few remaining people hurriedly packed up their things and left with their books between them.

Before they left, they glanced at the corner, and saw that there was still a person sitting there, and they just glanced away before leaving in a hurry.

The person in the corner is holding a drawing board, and the table is also covered with drawing paper that is full of things but is scribbled in a mess. It seems to be some waste drafts.

What he is painting now is like a draft, facing the black and red painting in the window in front of him, as if he is imitating it.

The result was not very good. At the end of the painting, the lines were messy, and his mood became more and more unstable. In the end, he tore up the drawing paper angrily.

No, not at all! !It's not that feeling at all! !

Wan Yingtian tore the painting into pieces and covered his head with a pained expression.

Why can't I draw it!He has painted so many times, even if he can completely copy Teacher Li Mu's painting, the feeling is completely different. What went wrong? ?

To say it, it's like missing a soul.

Like his elder brother, or like most people, he admired Li Mu and was crazy about his paintings.

He was very envious of his elder brother who became Li Mu's assistant through means and was able to study with Li Mu, but he could only stay in school.

Li Mu told his brother that he would not want two assistants.

If he wants to stay by Li Mu's side, he has to push his elder brother down. For this reason, his strength needs to be improved, but it seems that he has encountered a bottleneck, and his painting skills have stagnated. It seems that there is still room for improvement. Regressive trend.

And that Bu Chu...he watched the live broadcast, why did he think Bu Chu could get Li Mu's favor? ?

Wan Yingtian couldn't calm down in his heart, staring at the drawing paper that he had torn into pieces, he couldn't sit still, and he didn't know where he could go, so he could only stand up and turn around twice like a trapped animal .

Then he took a deep breath, forced himself to pick up the paintbrush, and continued to copy.

He memorized every stroke and every painting in his heart, where the brush and ink are light and heavy, and the curvature of the moon...

Wait, the moon?

Wan Yingtian paused and noticed something was wrong.

Because it was so lifelike that he even thought it was the moon outside the window before, and didn't notice it at all.

There has never been a moon in Li Mu's paintings, or in other words, there is no normal, such a bright moon, so he has never copied such a moon.

What's more, he had been copying just now, and he clearly remembered that there was no moon in the painting.

Now it's as if it suddenly appeared.

Wan Yingtian fell into great doubt for a while.

At first, he thought that someone dared to make his own claim on Li Mu's painting, but what was strange was that he felt that the moon and the whole painting were all made by the same artist, as if it was painted by Li Mu.

This kind of moon appeared in Li Mu's painting, as if emitting pure white light, but when he noticed it, it seemed incompatible and abrupt with this painting.

Wan Yingtian swallowed unconsciously, he was frightened by some of his own imaginations, and there was little left of his original irritability.

He should have wanted to leave. When he came back to his senses, there was no one else around. It would be the same if he returned to the dormitory to continue painting, but he just stared straight at the moon, unable to move his eyes, and then his heart gradually rose. fear.

why?

He didn't understand it himself.

This is just the moon. If it were someone else, they might even praise it.

The next moment, Wan Yingtian saw a red crack appeared on the moon, and the crack became bigger and bigger. Then, red eyes appeared in the crack, and the moon turned into a terrifying eye.

That eye turned left and right, as if looking at the outside environment, and then stared at Wan Yingtian in front of him.

Wan Yingtian trembled all over, opened his mouth but couldn't cry out, and couldn't make other reactions.

The picture frame on which the picture was mounted trembled, and then silver-white legs squeezed out from the edge, from the place under the picture frame that should have been the wall, like a snake's tail, with full, indescribable weird.

Dozens of legs have been extending out, groping the walls and the floor, and then sticking to the glass of the window.

The "cracking" sound made by the unloaded glass made Wan Yingtian wake up like a dream. He screamed and wanted to run out, but the glass was covered with cobweb-like cracks in an instant, and it was completely shattered in the next moment. Cracked.

He didn't dare to look back, but felt his ankles were entangled, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground fiercely, feeling a strong force dragging him back.

Where is this going to drag him back?What happens if you drag it back? ?

What the hell is this? ! !

……

……

What the hell is this.

Li Mu asked Bu Chu to confirm his intentions.

Then what is this?

Just let him touch it... What the hell is this thing, is it really a heart? ?

After Li Mu said this, the touch he felt immediately reminded him of his heart.

What's the difference between this and that kind of horrible cold joke, physical "heart-out".

At this moment, Bu Chu's head was blank, his fingers trembled slightly, probably unconsciously exerting some force, and then he heard Li Mu's low "huh".

The voice brought him back to his senses, and the first thought that came to his mind was, if he broke the thing he was holding with force, would Li Mu die?

Li Mu: "It's beating for you, can you feel it?"

"Then you know I didn't lie to you and can trust my feelings for you."

Bu Chu: ...

Is this still the focus now?

Before he could organize his words, the lights in the dormitory suddenly turned on again.

The eyes that were almost used to the darkness were dazzled by the light, which made him unable to see clearly what he was holding in his hand. When his vision returned to normal, he saw his hand was pressing against Li Mu's chest.

The sense of touch also changed, as if everything just now was just his illusion.

However, it is absolutely impossible to be an illusion. There is no "illusion" in this game.

Recalling the touch just now, he wanted to compare, but his hand moved before his brain could think.

He grabbed Li Mu's chest directly.

This action is very subtle.

But the hand feels good. Li Mu looks refined and elegant, but he is not the kind of thin and thin person. He should also be the type who looks thin in clothes and fleshy in clothes. At least he felt like he had grabbed a piece of chest muscle just now.

The next moment Bu Chu reacted abruptly, and immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been scorched by fire.

"Feel sorry!"

This is definitely a hooligan.

Li Mu's cheeks were slightly flushed, he took a deep breath and said, "It's okay."

"You, if you want to continue, I have no problem."

"No thanks!"

Bu Chu quickly calmed down.

He observed Li Mu, and there must be no abnormalities on the outside, and then the idea just now appeared in his mind again.

No, that idea is only based on the assumption that the thing is really a heart, not to mention that the vital point of this non-human is not necessarily the heart, and some people will not die if their heads are blown, there is a high probability that it will be elsewhere.

If you do it rashly, you will only startle the snake.

Thinking of this, Bu Chu smiled at Li Mu.

"There is no power outage now, let's... sit down and talk again?"

"Okay, I want to be with you too..."

Li Mu smiled, but suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, he looked away from Bu Chu and landed on the table.

Bu Chu: "What's wrong?"

He keenly noticed that the smile on Li Mu's face had faded a little, he didn't speak, and took a step directly in his direction.

One step is not over, it is getting closer and closer.

Bu Chu was startled, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but behind him was the desk, and there was no way to retreat, and he was very close to Li Mu all of a sudden, almost touching his chest.

He smelled the scent of Li Mu again, but he was not bewitched, and his heartbeat was not because of his heartbeat. He didn't know what Li Mu was planning to do, whether he was going to get into trouble suddenly or something else, anyway, he was ready to Prepare to take out the utility knife from the system backpack.

Bu Chu: "What are you doing..."

Before he finished his question, Li Mu's hand passed him, and there was a "click", as if something was closed.

The sound is still a bit loud, but the strength is not light.

Bu Chu turned his head and saw that it was the kettle.

He had promised to boil water to make a cup of tea for Li Mu, but there were so many things that he forgot.

But it was strange, he seemed to have heard the sound of the steam roof, but he didn't hear the "gurgling" sound of boiling water.

Did he not notice?

"The water boiled, and the lid was opened a little," Li Mu said with downcast eyes, then withdrew his hand, and actually took the initiative to distance himself from Bu Chu again, and smiled again, "It's better to cover it tightly."

"Otherwise, something will come out of it."

Bu Chu: "..."

He frowned, always feeling that Li Mu spoke strangely.

This kettle has a clamshell design, either completely closed or fully opened, how can it be "opened a little"?And what is "something will come out of it"? Isn't it that boiled water and steam will overflow? Why can't I speak normally.

Just as Bu Chu was about to speak, Li Mu said first, "I'm sorry, although I really want to stay with you, but I suddenly remembered that there are some things that need to be dealt with."

"It's really a pity. Let's talk again next time. Maybe we can change the location and come to my studio or my house."

At the beginning, Bu Chu was full of confusion, with complicated emotions, and he didn't know whether he was glad that the other party had finally left, or regretted that he had not been able to dig out more information.

After hearing this now, he immediately replied with a smirk: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it very much."

studio?Li Mu's home?

What's the difference between that and going directly to the monster's lair.

no more chance! !

"Then I'm leaving, you have a good rest."

Li Mu said goodbye to Bu Chu tenderly, and closed the door behind him when he left.

As soon as the door of the dormitory was closed, and that face disappeared behind the door, Bu Chucai seemed to be completely relaxed, and his spirit was no longer tense. He sat on the chair, feeling tired all over.

He pressed his temples, and in summary, he really just brought Li Mu to the dormitory, and there was no other substantial progress.

And my so-called "assistant" status should still exist, and now I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Bu Chu picked up the kettle and wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but when he touched his lips, he found it was cold.

The boiled water will never cool down so quickly. The only possibility is that the water is not boiled at all.

He didn't pay attention to whether the kettle was on before, but when he looked carefully again, he found that he even forgot to turn on the power of the socket.

Why did Li Mu say that the water was boiled just now? ?

How did you make the sound of the roof that you heard? ?

If you think about it this way, could it be that Li Mu pressed the lid firmly when he saw something coming out of the kettle? ?

Bu Chu: "..."

Hold.

He immediately took the glass of water and the kettle away.

He doesn't want to think too badly about things, maybe he thinks too much, if this is true, then he will not feel very good when facing this kind of things afterwards.

wrong.

Bu Chu gave another meal.

So Li Mu's actions just now... counted as helping him?

Why?Li Mu's status in this dungeon must be very high, how can there be someone who is not with him? ?