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◎Are you willing to follow your little cutie to heaven and earth to go through life and death◎

"That's it?" Liu Fei's eyes widened.

Jing Jie shrugged, "I have nothing to say."

Liu Fei snorted, taking care of Jing Jie's mood, and didn't force him to come up with any new words, instead, he said, "But he died cleanly, those usurers must hate him to death. Hey, what do you think?" Will some flower arms come to you and ask for money?"

"Probably not." Jing Jie shook the water on the jar: "There is a wronged person and a debtor. If they dare to find me, I dare to call the police."

"That's right, you didn't borrow the money." Liu Fei stretched his waist, "Hey, I went back, I have a lot of homework. You should also go back and review. I didn't pay attention to the class at all. Let me tell you, the final exam is next week, don't think that you can ignore your grades just because you are an art student."

"All right, all right, I got it, get out of here." Jing Jie waved his hand like chasing flies.

Liu Fei gave him a middle finger, saying that he can row the boat of friendship by himself.

Jing Jie returned home and logged into the Penguin account that he hadn't logged in for a few days.

As soon as he logged in, messages kept pouring in, and his broken phone almost froze.

Jing Jie waited for a long time before he dared to swipe the screen with his hands. He expressed his gratitude to every student who came to care about him, and said that the matter had been settled and he would be able to return to school on Monday.

After replying to everyone else's, he had time to calm down and click on Ji Huai's chat box marked 99+.

From the first day he asked for leave to today, Ji Huai has sent dozens of messages every day, with perseverance, some are concerned about his situation, some are complaining about trivial matters in school, and some are urging him not to forget to memorize English vocabulary at home .

Jing Jie looked down one by one, annoyed and funny, but also a little moved.

He couldn't help but think of the period in the Weibo comment area yesterday, if he wasn't sure that he hadn't told Ji Huai what his Weibo was, he would have suspected that they were the same person.

Jing Jie pressed the keyboard and sent a reply to that side.

Fang Jing: It's all right.

The opposite side returned almost in seconds.

. :That's it?

Fangjing: Thank you.

. :...

. : OK, when will you be back?

Side scene: Monday.

. :Wait for you.

. : See how I tortured you in the final exam.

. : Hahahahaha!

Side scene: get out.

Ji Huai's provocation was not without reason.

Ji Huai has a clever mind. After this semester, his comprehensive scores in the comprehensive literature rocketed forward like a rocket, and his comprehensive scores quickly became the top existence in the tenth class.

Just a little bit worse than Jingjie.

But the difference is all about the last big exam. With Jingjie's recent study status, it's hard to tell who won the first exam once on the spot.

But Jing Jie obviously didn't want to give him a chance to successfully usurp the throne.

It was as if Jing Jie had returned to the time before he met Lu Chao in the small street. When it was time for class, he attended class seriously, and when Ji Huai or other classmates asked him to talk to him after class, he would respond normally. Reason, lack of interest in anything.

This reminded Ji Huai of the ugly duckling.

Ji Huai felt that he suddenly understood something.Perhaps for Jingjie, painting is like a bank, and the process of painting is like saving money. He puts all his emotions into the painting, and the moment the painting is completed is the moment when the emotion is completely transferred.

From then on, those emotions have nothing to do with him.

But is it really that easy?

Ji Huai thought, Jing Jie must still be sad.

"This volunteer form must be familiar to everyone." On the eve of the final exam, Hu Luo distributed the volunteer form just brought back from the printing room to each student. , and more sports, dance, music, and media. The media includes broadcasting, choreography, and performances. Everyone is fine with this, right? Self-study collection."

"This is related to your class placement in the next semester, and it is the last chance. You have considered it for a semester, and you should have an idea in your mind. I won't say more. The final exam tomorrow is a good test. Those who want to return to culture Classes, the final grades this time are related to how many classes you can be assigned to, and others who continue to take the arts, don't think that culture is not important, let me tell you..."

After Hu Luo finished nagging and the bell rang for the end of get out of class, their freshman life was basically over.

Jing Jie picked up the heavy bookcase and walked out of the classroom.It was already agreed this morning that Mr. Jing would pick him up in his car after school, so that he would not be like the second day of junior high school when he tried to walk back with the bookcase in his arms, but the next day his hands shook so much that he couldn't write any more.

Filling out the voluntary form was not difficult for Jing Jie. After filling out the information, he ticked the box for art.Mr. Jing signed for him and patted him on the shoulder to let him rest early.

After Jing Jie returned to his room, he clicked through the comprehensive knowledge of literature, and his eyes fell on the volunteer form.

He regretted leaving as soon as school was over, and he hadn't had time to ask Ji Huai how to fill in the application form.

During that spring outing, he asked Ji Huai if he would go back to the cultural class, and Ji Huai said that he had no such plan for the time being.Now, more than two months later, will he have any new plans?

It's not that he said that with Ji Huai's painting skills, he can also draw a Pai Daxing.

Jing Jie thought about it, and the phone screen suddenly lit up.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

The news was sent by Ji Huai. The head portrait with a period in black on a white background is particularly iconic.

. : Jing Er Jing Er!

. : Have you decided which studio to study painting?

. : What the fuck, Brother Luo actually called my dad specifically to inform him about filling out the volunteer application. There is no teacher-student love at all!

. : My dad said that it is fine to choose art, but you must first tell him where I plan to study! ! !

. : Do you think this is what people do? !

Jingjie: "..."

Jing Jie couldn't hold back his music to the screen, and only started to reply when he was happy enough.

Fangjing: Are you sure you want to choose art?

. : I can't be more sure, okay!

Fangjing: Does your father ask you where to learn painting?As for the qualifications of teachers.

. : Never mind, he doesn't understand these things, I just need to tell him the name of a studio now.

Fangjing: Then why don't you just make up one?

. : He wants to search online!

One scene: ...

Jing Jie recalled it, and was surprised that the studio in the back of the street seemed to have no name.However, given the specifications of that studio, even if it had a name, it would be impossible to search it online.

Jingjie sent a message to ask Ji Huai to wait, and then opened Baidu to search for a suitable studio on the spot.

During this process, Ji Huai kept sending messages to Jing Jie, and Jing Jie crossed out the period that popped up on the screen again and again, calling him an idiot in his heart.

. : Brother Jing!Help!

. : My dad urged me! ! !

. : I have ten seconds left!

. :8!

. :5!

Jing Jie clicked his tongue, clicked on the dialog box, and sent the name of the studio that he thought was pretty good after a quick glance.

One scene: Zonghe Studio.

. : OK

Regardless of what Ji Huai explained to his father, Jing Jie returned to the Baidu interface after saving a life, and opened the detailed information page of Zonghe Studio.

This studio has been established for several years. The founder's surname is Zeng, and he has some accomplishments in art. Over the years, several of his students have been admitted to CAFA, and others who are not as good have also entered more famous ones Academy of Fine Arts has a good reputation.

This kind of formal studio is much more reassuring than the studio in the small street that doesn't even have a name.Jingjie was a little moved.

He glanced at the address of the studio. In the provincial capital, it may take an hour to get there by subway, and then take a bus. Overall, it takes about an hour and a half to get there.

After all, it is not a well-known studio, and the information on the Internet is limited, so you have to go to the studio to know more information.

Jing Jie pondered for a while, thinking that if Ji Huai really made up his mind to go to the Zonghe Studio, he would follow along to have a look. If the fee was right, and the teachers and venue were indeed as described on the Internet, then he would not It is necessary to go to the side street to learn.

As Jing Jie wished, Ji Huai soon sent another message.

. : Fuck, my dad told me to sign up immediately after the final exam.

. :not human.

. : Brother Jing, are you willing to follow your little cutie to heaven and earth, through life and death?

One scene: speak human words.

. : Take me to sign up.

Party scene: good.

After the two-day final exam, Jing Jie only had time to rest for a day before being urged by Ji Huai to get on the subway to the provincial capital.

Ji Huai probably wanted to leave a good impression on the teacher, so he was dressed very neatly and plainly, with a white T and black trousers, showing a bit of a youthful look.

I don't know whether it's a coincidence or not, but Jing Jie is also wearing a white T-shirt and black pants today.Although the prints on the clothes are different, the contrasting colors must be colliding.

Ji Huai whistled the first time he saw Jingjie, and joked that the two of them were wearing couple outfits today.

Jing Jie responded with a blank stare.

On weekends, there were many people on the subway, and the two of them had no place to get on the train, so they could only find a pole and stand on the left and right.

Although Jing Jie didn't feel dizzy on the subway, his legs and feet were slightly stiff after standing for more than an hour.

Ji Huai thought he was motion sick again, so he gave him a hand very naturally when he got out of the car.

The two girls who were waiting to get in the car saw this scene, their eyes seemed to have hidden light bulbs, shining brightly.

Ji Huai supported him and walked two steps, then sighed, "Why are you so delicate?"

Jing Jie clicked his tongue, "It's just numb legs after standing for a long time."

Ji Huai didn't let go, "Oh, that's too delicate."

Jingjie felt it for a while, and the numbness had passed.He pushed Ji Huai, "Okay, is it hot or not, just lean on me like this."

"It's hot." Ji Huai let go of his hand, "It's so hot. If the studio doesn't have air conditioning, I'll definitely change places."

Facts have proved that basic equipment such as air conditioners are still available in Zonghe Studio.

Ji Huai lost his reason to change places, so he settled down and planned to observe the environment of the studio.

The studio is in an old alley, surrounded by some small restaurants, opposite to a teahouse, lively and quiet.

The studio is on the second floor, a large space with only a few square wall columns for support in the middle, and no special walls to divide the studio into several parts.

Because I had called the teacher of the studio before coming here, as soon as the two of them stepped into the gate, a young female teacher came to greet them and took them for a walk deep in the studio.

Ji Huai roughly divided the studio into two parts in his mind.

One part is the entrance area. There are many students who come to learn painting. Each of them has their own easel. There are piles here and there. I don’t know what the standard of division is.

The other part was brought here by the female teacher. There was a large table, and a few scattered people were sitting at the table and drawing meticulous drawings. A male teacher wearing a hat was helping one of them to revise.

"Old Zeng, the two students who called earlier are here." The female teacher said.

The male teacher responded without raising his head, and continued to teach the student about painting.