can i borrow your white paint

After Fang Hengzhi said these words that day, Cheng Yi only felt that his mind went blank.

Obviously I can understand every word, but when combined together, I can't understand the meaning for a long time.

By the time he came to his senses, he had lost the time for the best answer.

This person seemed to be a normal person, and he still looked the same as before. It seemed that he was the only one affected by this sentence.

This made him unable to find any chance to take the initiative to mention this matter again.

Fortunately, he has been quite busy recently, which took away most of his energy and time. If he hadn't been free to rest, he really wouldn't have thought of these things.

As the placement test in September approached, some students who had been playing around and not serious had also tightened their strings a while ago. As long as they were not forced to lock the classroom door during bedtime, they would work overtime in the studio almost all the time.

The sudden change in the atmosphere made Cheng Yi a little uncomfortable. Although he likes to draw, it is definitely not this kind of lifeless painting.

Even in the training camp, he has always regarded his daily homework as leisure. To be honest, he really didn't force himself very deliberately.

Thus, he and Fang Hengzhi changed from being the most serious people in the studio to being the last to enter the classroom and the first to leave the classroom.

If it weren't for the two roommates who dragged them to help each other every day, Cheng Yi felt that he might be a little more relaxed.

But looking at the classmates with dark circles around them, he was more worried about Fang Hengzhi.

"Would you like to draw more recently?" Fang Hengzhi's background is true, but in early summer, more than half of them have foundation. After leaving No. [-] Middle School, Fang Hengzhi's advantage is not so obvious.

Fang Hengzhi had just finished taking a shower, and when he came out, he met his worried eyes on the lower bunk.

"..."

He was a little helpless: "These training camps are all routines. Isn't it enough to learn the routines?"

The corner of Cheng Yi's mouth twitched.

"How do you understand such an artistic thing as a mathematical formula?"

Fang Heng was amused for a while: "Principal Cheng, we are different. You are talented, and you don't need to understand these routines to do well in the exam, but I am different. I don't have these talents, so I can only find routines."

This is true. In fact, after finding the style and characteristics of Jiangsu's provincial unified examination, it is not difficult to get high scores.

Fang Hengzhi has a strong learning ability and an easy-to-use brain. As long as his hands are not handicapped, his painting skills will not be too bad.

But this is only limited to high scores. If you still can't find your own characteristics in the later stage, the super high score of [-] is still a bit difficult.

Cheng Yi didn't go out of his way to find out the routine, and after hearing what he said, he didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, as long as you know it in your own mind, don't regress when the time comes."

"I won't regress." Fang Hengzhi said firmly, "At least not next time."

Cheng Yi was puzzled for a moment, and then thought of what this person said some time ago, and all of a sudden, he felt uncomfortable all over.

The memory that had been deliberately ignored was suddenly highlighted, which made people feel a little overwhelmed.

He hastily avoided the other party's sight, and he couldn't control his mind and began to think wildly.

Fang Hengzhi's Adam's apple also moved up and down: "I..."

At this moment, the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open.

"Brother Yi, Brother Fang!"

The two turned their heads in unison for a moment.

Si Yunan stood at the door, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit weird.

But this time he didn't think much about it, and whispered angrily: "Brother, the hair dryer on our floor was stolen!"

Cheng Yi: "?"

He couldn't quite believe what he heard: "What was stolen?"

Si Yunan said "hey": "The hair dryer! It's the hair dryer on our floor!"

Chuxia studio does not allow the use of high-power electrical appliances in the student dormitory, and dormitory pots and hair dryers have been banned all year round, so they are naturally not allowed to carry them.

Therefore, the two floors of the female dormitory and the male dormitory each have two public hair dryers placed in the corridor.

Two communal hair dryers are not much.

It’s better for boys, some with short hair don’t need it, but it’s more troublesome for girls, and they usually have to queue up to use it.

As for the type with long hair, Fang Hengzhi and Cheng Yi usually choose to take a bath at noon, so there are almost no people using hair dryers outside.

Fang Hengzhi nonchalantly grabbed a handful of wet hair that had just been washed: "Aren't there two on our floor?"

Si Yunan sighed: "Both are gone!"

Fang Hengzhi's hand grabbing his hair stopped, and said in disbelief: "A sneaky two?!"

Si Yunan: "That's right! I'm really convinced. Who do you say is sick and stole a hair dryer? What are you doing with it? It can't be used for cooking!"

Fang Heng didn't know it, he didn't give up, he wiped his hair with a towel, and went out to have a look.

When he came back, he had an unbelievable expression on his face: "It really is all gone."

Cheng Yi frowned, and suddenly remembered what the girl named You Chang had chatted with him a few days ago.

"It seems that the two hair dryers in the girls' dormitory are broken. Did they borrow them?"

Si Yunan's complaining voice stopped abruptly, and he bit his finger wonderingly: "No, why didn't I hear someone say that I borrowed it?"

Fang Hengzhi sat down on Cheng Yi's bed with his wet hair on his head: "Ask, if you borrow it, just take one back, and leave another one for them to keep on it."

Si Yunan nodded, and with this answer full of possibilities, he went out to share it with the people discussing the hair dryer outside.

Cheng Yi watched him leave, and kicked the people around him: "Go and move a small chair."

Fang Hengzhi raised his eyes from the phone: "Don't like me? I just finished washing, and my body is very clean!"

"I don't dislike you. You usually sit on my bed without changing your clothes. I still dislike you who just took a shower?" Cheng Yi kicked him angrily, "It's easy to catch cold if you don't dry your hair, go and move a chair Sit in front and I'll wipe it for you."

Fang Hengzhi accepted the words that he planned to be a monster later, and remained silent for a long time.

The central air conditioner in the dormitory was fully turned on, and he didn't feel it at first, but after Cheng Yi finished speaking, he really felt the coolness on the top of his head.

So he honestly moved a chair and sat down in front of him.

It was rare for him to be honest, Cheng Yi laughed silently for a while, then took the towel from him, and wiped it again and again.

His actions are not gentle, it can even be said to be rude.

Fang Hengzhi's head kept shaking left and right following his movements.

But the strange thing is that this person didn't make a sound to resist after being treated so violently.

Too good to be like himself.

Maybe it's because the two of them have their own ghosts in their hearts, or maybe even if it's tacit, they don't really want to talk about it.

Si Yunan came in again and saw this scene.

He finally remembered what was wrong with him when he came in last time.

But if you come in, you have come in, and going out again seems too deliberate.

So I could only bite the bullet and cough twice: "That, that, Brother Yi."

Cheng Yi kept moving his hands and looked up at him.

Si Yunan: "The girl upstairs said she didn't see our hair dryer."

This time, Cheng Yi couldn't figure it out either: "Then it couldn't really be stolen, could it? Why did you steal it? For private use?"

Fang Hengzhi's voice became unstable because of the shaking of his head: "Who would do such a thing?"

No one knows about this issue so far, Si Yunan scratched his head, thinking while going out consciously.

During the coloring session in the afternoon, Cheng Yi couldn't hold back and asked You Chang about it.

You Chang's eyes widened after hearing this: "Didn't you borrow it? I saw the hair dryer in the corridor and thought it was someone who borrowed it. So you don't know?"

Cheng Yi really didn't know.

He and Fang Heng looked at each other knowingly, but didn't say anything.

The next morning, they found the lost hairdryer in situ.

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows at the hair dryer.

Listening to Si Yunan and Bao Rui's dumbfounded voices, they didn't say anything.

It is estimated that a girl took the hair dryer away without telling others and used it herself. Later, she didn't dare to speak out to this group of old men, so she thought about returning it quietly.

It's not a big deal, it's over after a night's sleep, and no one mentions it.

Until two days later, Fang Hengzhi took a courier and gave it to You Chang.

You Chang looked at the big box in front of him, a little overwhelmed by flattery, he couldn't believe that such a handsome guy actually gave him something, he stammered: "Give it to me?"

Fang Hengzhi wanted to nod at first, but after thinking about it, he shook his head again: "It's for you."

"?"

This "we" is used very spiritually.

You Chang tremblingly opened the express box, and there were two hair dryers inside.

She froze, obviously not expecting this thing.

It may be that everyone is busy painting. After the hair dryer on their floor broke down, no one thought of reporting to the studio for repair.

Some time ago, I also reported it for repair, but there has been no response, and the efficiency is surprisingly slow.

In addition, everyone was unwilling to pay for it themselves, so the matter of the hair dryer has been delayed and not resolved.

Seeing two brand-new hair dryers at this moment, I was moved to You Chang's heart: "Fang, brother Fang! You are an angel!"

Fang Hengzhi felt goosebumps all over his body when she yelled at her, and smiled guiltyly: "I just bought it at random, you can use it as long as you want, no thanks."

In fact, I didn't buy it specifically, but because I really thought that the hair dryer on my floor was lost at first, so I quickly ordered two new ones.

It's not for anything else, it's purely because Cheng Yi doesn't like wet hair, so he wants to get this done as soon as possible, so he pays for it himself.

As a result, the hair dryer is back now, and I don't bother to return the one I just bought, so I simply gave it to these girls.

But these things are unknown to anyone except himself.

You Chang snotted and burst into tears, while Cheng Yi watched in amazement.

Can't tell, this is still a warm man.

He was happy, but his heart was a little sour.

Damn, I thought he was a serious person when I looked at it, but I didn't expect it to be a central air conditioner!

When Fang Hengzhi turned his head, he was stared at inexplicably.

"?" His face was full of innocence, "What's the matter?"

"It's fine." Cheng Yi smiled kindly, "You're fine."

Fang Hengzhi: "???"

This is even more wrong, okay? !

The fact that Fang Hengzhi gave the girl a hair dryer spread quickly in the studio.

For a moment, the gazes cast by the boys were filled with admiration, and the gazes cast by the girls were filled with pink bubbles.

And the person concerned was stared at by this group of people every day, and felt that something was wrong all over his body.

He was so awkward, if he was given another chance, he would rather bother to charge back the order.

It's not that he doesn't get used to being stared at like this, but that he doesn't get used to the complicated gaze Cheng Yi casts from time to time.

The emotion of this sight is really complicated, so complicated that he has no idea what it means.

It's just that every time I feel it, I feel cold and cold, just like the feeling of a cheating husband being caught in bed by his wife.

He didn't dare to tell Cheng Yi how he felt.

He was afraid that if he said it, other people's feelings would disappear, and he would be stabbed to death directly, and blood would be splashed on the spot.

The time was passed by him tremblingly like this, and after a long time, he finally waited for the placement test in early September.

This day is also the day when their culture classes in the previous two months ended.

Although it is useless to take this cultural class, it is obvious that this means that they may have to temporarily abandon the cultural class in the future, and there is no time for self-study.

Cheng Yi was actually quite flustered. He was afraid that all his previous efforts would be in vain after this period of time passed.

Fortunately, there is Fang Hengzhi by his side, and the presence of the old god reassures him.

This sounds a lot like nonsense literature, and it doesn't hurt to stand up and talk.

But now Cheng Yi is really doing this, and after being "comforted" a few words, his mentality stabilized.

On the day of the placement test, Cheng Yi saw that young teacher who looked familiar again.

As soon as this teacher came, he attracted the attention of 80.00% of the students.

Curiosity is partly the reason, and partly because of the face.

After taking off the mask, this teacher looks so damn good-looking!

The beauty is like a painting, even Cheng Yi, a straight man who usually has no interest in beauty, can't help but look at it a few more times.

I wanted to take a sneak peek, but unexpectedly, the beautiful teacher, who had been turning a blind eye to these gazes, accurately caught his gaze and made eye contact with him.

Cheng Yi blinked his eyes to cover up, pretending to be looking at each other accidentally.

The beautiful teacher curled the corners of her mouth into an inconspicuous arc with a half-smile: "Come on, take the test well, I'll wait for you in the Glory class tomorrow."

The name of each training class is different. Chuxia is a relatively democratic studio, and usually a few will be set for students to vote for themselves.

However, the names are generally more common, and there is nothing new about it. The so-called voting is just picking generals among the lame.

This time, the "Glory Class" narrowly defeated the "King Class" by three votes.

Cheng Yi was a little surprised by the teacher's words: "You know me?"

"Yeah." The beauty teacher nodded calmly, and called out his name directly and accurately, "Cheng Yi."

Cheng Yi was confused.

No, when did they meet unilaterally?

Why is he completely unimpressed? !

Before he could think any more, the exam was about to begin.

Seeing the beautiful teacher nodding to him, he turned and went out the door without hesitation, and touched his nose involuntarily.

This teacher is really... more and more familiar.

At this time, Fang Hengzhi also came from the pool with a bucket.

Seeing him staring in the direction of the void in a daze, she walked over and waved in front of him: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Yi regained his senses and shook his head: "It's okay, I just feel that the teacher in the future glory class looks familiar."

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows: "You mean Teacher Qiao?"

Cheng Yi paused with his hand holding the paintbrush: "Mr. Qiao?"

"Didn't you mean that young long-haired teacher you saw before?" Fang Hengzhi unwrapped a lollipop for him, and then unwrapped another lollipop for himself, "His name is Qiao Tingsheng."

Cheng Yi's footsteps stopped, his voice raised involuntarily, and he asked in surprise, "What's your name?"

Fang Hengzhi was taken aback. He didn't expect his reaction to be so big: "Qiao Tingsheng. Do you know him?"

Cheng Yi opened his mouth, but was so startled by the name that he didn't speak for a long time.

He just said why it looks so familiar, he really saw it on the Internet!

Qiao Tingsheng!That's a big cow! ! !

He suddenly returned to his seat, drawing in a daze.

It was Fang Hengzhi who poked him several times before regaining his state.

After regaining consciousness, he patted his face, warning himself that he must, must take this exam seriously!

After all, it was Qiao Tingsheng!

His sudden change made Fang Heng feel inexplicable.

Thinking of the name and face that caused this change, the siren sounded in my heart without warning.

No... Although that teacher is really good-looking, he probably isn't Cheng Yi's type, right?

It should be... isn't it? !

He was frightened by his more and more outrageous brain supplements, and he was shocked, so he focused all his attention on this exam.

Damn, no matter what you say, you can't enter the glory class.

Let that teacher be alone with Cheng Yi, is that okay? !

A mature man will kill all existences that threaten him in the cradle!

The author has something to say:

Attitude towards Mr. Qiao——

Yizai: (star eyes)

Fang Fox: (as if facing an enemy)

Mr. Qiao: Mo Deqing:?