can i borrow your white paint

Early the next morning, Cheng Yi opened his eyes in a daze, feeling like something happened last night.

After his head buzzed for a while, he suddenly jumped out of the bed, stood on tiptoe and looked up the bunk.

Not surprisingly, last night was no illusion.

On the bulging bag on the upper berth were the words "long sleep and never wake up".

Cheng Yi was inexplicably happier, and even the tone of calling people to get up was much gentler.

"Fang Heng knows, wake up."

"Fang Hengzhi, get up."

"Fang Heng knows..."

But it's a pity that Fang Hengzhi's lack of propriety ruined a lot of his tenderness.

Both Bao Rui and Si Yunan got up, but this guy was still unmoved.

Cheng Yi ran out of patience, grabbed a corner of the quilt and lifted it violently, and said coldly: "Get out! There are still ten minutes to class!"

Fang Hengzhi sat up startled in a dying dream, struggling to sit up like a dying fish, looked around sleepily, and then looked at Cheng Yi in a daze.

He grinned, bent down and wanted to rub.

Cheng Yi ruthlessly pushed his face away: "If you can't figure it out within 5 minutes, don't go to eat."

Fang Hengzhi: "..." How can you be so heartless just after waking up?

Si Yunan and Bao Rui were eating steamed stuffed buns while watching the fun, very at ease.

In the end, there was a scene in 421 where three old men watched a big man get up and change clothes in a storm.

In a hurry, Fang Hengzhi originally wanted to complain, "I'll be ashamed if you stare at me like this", but before he could say the first word, Cheng Yi stared back fiercely.

Si Yunan kindly put a straw on his soy milk: "Brother Fang, when did you come back? So suddenly?"

Fang Hengzhi fastened his belt with one hand, took half a glass of soy milk with the other hand, and said, "Last night. It was too late and you slept like pigs. How could you notice?"

Bao Rui doesn't deny his description, after all, anyone who paints for more than ten hours has to fall asleep at night.

He looked at the person on the left: "Did Brother Yi not notice it?"

Cheng Yi just frowned and wiped away the soy milk that accidentally dripped on Fang Hengzhi's hands. Hearing this, he shook his head: "I felt it vaguely, but I couldn't open my eyes."

Si Yunan was amused, and teased, "Ah, Brother Fang has fallen out of favor."

Fang Hengzhi smiled and kicked him angrily: "Fart, Principal Cheng and I are more in love than gold, like conjoined twins."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Cheng Yi walking out of the bedroom door mercilessly holding his drawing board.

"..."

Bao Rui and Si Yunan laughed so hard that they almost lay on the ground: "Brother, does your face hurt?"

Fang Heng took a look at them, and hurried out with the two remaining buns on the table.

"Hey, brother Yi, wait for me."

Cheng Yi didn't look back, but his footsteps were full: "Can't you walk faster?"

"Isn't there still three minutes left?" Fang Hengzhi glanced at his watch, "It's too late."

Cheng Yi closed his eyes: "Isn't today your first class since you were assigned?"

Fang Hengzhi: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Cheng Yi looked at him indifferently, his tone was neither happy nor sad, obviously he was going numb.

"This morning is a sketching class. Although it is still taught by Teacher Sun, the requirement is that the whole class arrive 5 minutes earlier."

"If you are one minute late, add a sketch of your homework."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

In an instant, he grabbed Cheng Yi's wrist and ran forward desperately.

"Fuck!!! Already three!"

Cheng Yi and Fang Hengzhi are both the kind who hate drawing homework very much. In the past, they often couldn't hand in their homework on time. Adding a few more pictures will kill them.

But desperately in a hurry, the moment they stepped into the classroom door, the class bell rang mercilessly.

Sun Fuzhi looked at the two panting people standing at the door with a smile, and made a "please" gesture: "Come in, two, five sheets of homework."

Cheng Yi: "..."

Fang Hengzhi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to reason with him.

But Sun Fuzhi said very mercilessly: "Say one more word, and add another one."

Fang Hengzhi closed his mouth.

There was a burst of laughter in the class, and the two walked to their seats in despair.

It's a coincidence that there are quite a few acquaintances in this class.

Da Sheng, You Chang, and a few old classmates from the past were all there, so Fang Heng didn't feel much unfamiliar.

He hardly had the stage of adapting, and quickly entered the state of mechanical painting proficiently.

Time has entered September, and after leaving the cultural class completely, the vitality of the studio has dropped a lot.

Originally, the sound of playing and fighting could be heard from time to time in the corridor, but recently it has become lifeless.

Especially in the Glory class, since the beginning of class, the rustling sound of the pen tip against the paper has never stopped.

The atmosphere became tense for a while, and everyone wanted to kill others.

Cheng Yi's pressure is not small. He is not the only one who is talented in this studio, and there are also many people who work harder than him. In order not to be dragged down, he can only bite the bullet and paint.

In his spare time, he would also do papers and memorize vocabulary, for fear that he would be ignorant of cultural lessons.

With this schedule, let alone a relationship, there are very few things to say to Fang Hengzhi.

Fang Hengzhi sighed inwardly seeing the dark circles under his eyes getting deeper and deeper these days.

The distress is real, and the helplessness is also real.

He didn't have an easy life. He relied on his brain. When everyone worked hard, he had to work harder to not be thrown away.

Until the end of September, Cheng Yi was anemic and dizzy due to staying up late and eating irregularly. Fang Hengzhi finally couldn't bear it and went to the principal's office alone.

When Yan Xiao saw this little ancestor coming in, his back straightened up immediately.

"Fang Heng knows? Come in, come in and sit down!"

Fang Heng sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, sighed heavily, and cut straight to the point: "Xiao Yan, do you feel that the recent training camp has been a little bit more intensive?"

As the principal of Chu Xia, Yan Xiao naturally couldn't have found out.

He rubbed his face: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to work so hard this year. You originally planned to progress step by step, and the devil will train you in November. Who would have thought that you would start training before October?" Almost screwed myself up."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

He made trouble out of no reason: "How can you blame us? You should stop us!"

Yan Xiao couldn't tell if he had the trouble, if he had the ability to stop it, he could still let the current atmosphere of the underworld develop into what it is now.

He said: "So I thought of a way! How about giving you a day off for the National Day on October [-], and then give you an art festival before the holiday?!"

Fang Hengzhi said euphemistically: "Actually, if we don't hold an art festival, it's okay to give us a complete seven-day vacation."

Xiao Yan's smile disappeared instantly.

In the end, Fang Hengzhi was politely "invited" out by Xiao Yan.

But somehow the goal was achieved, and the one-day holiday turned into two days.

Although the effect is small, it is better than nothing.

When he returned to the dormitory, he told the news to three roommates.

"Fuck!!!!" Bao Rui's face was instantly filled with excitement visible to the naked eye, "School Yan suddenly became a man?"

Cheng Yi lay weakly on the bed, didn't bother to say anything, and asked Fang Hengzhi with his eyes: Isn't it fake news?

Fang Hengzhi's brain waves matched him instantly.

"The news is absolutely reliable." He justified himself, "There is only one issue to consider now."

Si Yunan was curious: "What?"

Fang Hengzhi: "Do you have any talents that you can show?"

Si Yunan and Bao Rui fell silent simultaneously.

Even Cheng Yi was rarely useless.

Time is in a hurry and leisure time is very short. It is definitely unreliable to hurry up and practice a talent show.

At this time, it is necessary to rely on those who have their own skills to support the field.

He thought for a while and asked, "Is drawing sketches with a sketchpad considered a talent?"

As soon as this question was asked, the other three people glared.

After finally taking a break, you still want to paint? !

Is King Juan alive? !

Of course Cheng Yi didn't want to, he felt physical resistance just thinking about that scene.

He raised his hand: "I'm sorry I was wrong, you continue."

Si Yunan lay on the table and said wearily, "There is no talent at all."

Bao Rui's skills are not in the right place: "I can't go up and play football, can I?"

After speaking, the two looked at Fang Hengzhi.

"Where's Brother Fang?"

The corners of Cheng Yi's mouth twitched, and he couldn't bear to look straight at him and looked away.

Sure enough, the peacock had already begun to spread its tail.

"I don't have many talents, just a little bit of guitar, piano, saxophone and hip-hop."

Bao Rui: "..."

Si Yunan: "..."

Oh, billions, dots, dots.

I understand, I understand everything.

Fang Hengzhi didn't care about their reactions, his eyes kept falling on someone who didn't look at him.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, he had no choice but to take the initiative: "Principal Cheng?"

Cheng Yi turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Want to boast?"

Fang Hengzhi: "...that's the meaning of the words, but it's embarrassing for you to ask."

Cheng Yi sneered: "Are you still embarrassed?"

The two people next to him burst into laughter.

So in this world, one thing is still one thing!

Fang Hengzhi pursed his lips, stepped onto the chair in front of him and sat down: "But I don't intend to sign up."

This was beyond Cheng Yi's expectation.

"Why?" He was puzzled, "Don't you like opening the screen very much?"

Fang Hengzhi: "?" What the hell is it that I like to open the screen?

Bao Rui also echoed: "That's right, Brother Fang, you are so perfect, you don't plan to show it off?"

Si Yunan added fuel to the fire: "This doesn't fit your personality."

Fang Hengzhi's mouth twitched: "You guys are really hurt."

He sighed: "Performing shows is also very tiring. Why go up and watch when you can sit down and watch?"

The three were immediately speechless.

Don't say it, this shit... really makes sense!

In the end, the result of the discussion was——

All members of 421 will not participate in this art festival.

They planned to run away on the afternoon of the art festival and go out to play skewers.

Although this news was banned by Principal Yan from being released in advance, Lu Qiao couldn't help but speak out during the color class in the afternoon.

They were still making model paintings over there, and the glory class exploded.

"Fuck! Chu Xia is a man! Be a man!!"

"In my lifetime, I can actually see Chu Xia take a two-day vacation. Consummation is really consummation!"

"Speaking of which, which one of you has talent?"

"..."

Lu Qiao drew two strokes and felt that he couldn't draw any more.

He put down his pen helplessly: "Masters and ladies, if you are talented or not, let's talk about it after class, okay? Give me some face and let me finish painting?"

Lu Qiao has the best temper among all the teachers, and it is said that the students are happy to cooperate with him.

I quickly sat down again and came back to watch him draw.

But the atmosphere is still very cheerful.

A girl poked at Lu Qiao's drawing board with a smile: "Mr. Lu, will your teacher have a show?"

Lu Qiao snorted: "Are you looking forward to it?"

The girl nodded honestly.

Lu Qiao: "I sit here every day to show you my talents, and I don't see you cherishing them!"

This talent naturally refers to making model paintings.

A boy next to him immediately retorted: "How can it be! We can't wait to record videos with our mobile phones and watch them every day!"

Lu Qiao's tone was full of disbelief: "Open your eyes and talk nonsense."

The boy's rainbow fart has already been shot superbly: "Every sentence is heartfelt, Mr. Lu?"

"It's useless for you to say that, you have to ask the person behind you." Lu Qiao didn't turn his head, and while tapping the highlight of the apple, he called the name, "Fang Hengzhi, what do you think?"

There was a dead silence behind him.

Everyone's eyes focused on the handsome guy behind him who was sitting upright but with his eyes tightly closed.

"Did you sleep again?" Lu Qiao said in a nonchalant manner, "Is this a sentence from the bottom of my heart?"

The boy just now had never been slapped in the face like this in his life.

He laughed twice: "It's... an accident, right?"

Lu Qiao said "Oh" in a drawl: "Then I will call again."

"Cheng Yi."

There was still a dead silence in the class.

The boy had already knelt down to the two big guys, but he looked around, but he couldn't find Mr. Cheng.

Lu Qiao saw his reaction, raised his eyebrows and looked back curiously.

In the end, it was okay not to look at it, but after seeing it, the smile on his face almost couldn't hold back.

——Just behind him, Cheng Yi didn't sit on the chair at all, he sat on the ground directly, and fell asleep with his face on the chair.

The sleeping position is extremely arrogant and lawless.

The students in the class were holding back, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

Lu Qiao laughed angrily, stretched his arms directly, and used a paintbrush to draw a snow-white mark on the forehead of the sleeping man.

The wet touch came from his head, and Cheng Yi didn't sleep well at first, so he immediately wiped his forehead in displeasure.

Originally, he wanted to continue sleeping, but suddenly, he realized that something was wrong.

Opening his eyes with great perseverance, what he met was Lu Qiao's face with a half-smile.

"..." Cheng Yi felt that he might be having a nightmare.

Lu Qiao gave a strange "Yo" sound, "Are you awake? Young Master, you slept so soundly!"

Cheng Yi pursed his lower lip, stood up silently like an old dog, and sat back on the chair honestly: "Accident, accident."

Lu Qiao waved his hand in a good-tempered manner: "It's fine, just call your old friend."

Cheng Yi immediately looked to the side.

Because the two of them usually have such a good relationship and are inseparable every day, these old and unscrupulous teachers often make jokes about them.

It's fine if it's fake, but they are still real.

So every time these teachers joked, Cheng Yi always felt a little guilty.

His Adam's apple moved, and he raised his hand to poke someone who looked like a corpse.

Someone's body trembled, and Yoyo opened his eyes, his eyes were chaotic but clear.

His old god said: "I didn't sleep."

Cheng Yi: "..."

Lu Qiao: "..."

all the classmates:"……"

This time, some people in the class couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed like a gas leak.

Lu Qiao's expression changed again and again, and in the end he failed. He waved his hands in a broken pot and said, "Stand up and go."

Fang Hengzhi let out an "ah" and blinked at Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi shrugged helplessly and said, "I can't save you either."

Fang Hengzhi groaned twice, rolled to the back and stood there.

You Chang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked Cheng Yi: "Principal Cheng, Brother Fang is always like this... funny?"

Cheng Yi was very understanding: "You're welcome if you're fine, if you want to say he's an idiot, just say it. Yes."

You Chang laughed even harder.

One of the two most popular boys in early summer is Cheng Yi, and the other is Fang Hengzhi.

Among them, Fang Heng knew more rumors.

Everyone's impression of Cheng Yi is basically that he is handsome, has good grades and good character, but Fang Heng knows that there are more strange descriptions.

What family assets are over [-] million, what a luxury car in an underground garage, what kind of extravagance and no heart.

At the beginning, there may be traces to follow, but later it can be said that it became more and more outrageous.

This has caused many people to be a little inexplicably afraid of him, feeling that the distance is too far away to get along with him.

But in just one week, this person, relying on his down-to-earth showmanship, made the entire Glory class completely resist these rumors.

Everyone is a good brother, and no one is better than the other in terms of brains.

The pleasant atmosphere of early summer continued into the art festival.

Although most art students are good at painting, not everyone can only paint, and there are not a few people with many talents.

At first, Xiao Yan was worried that the event would not be able to be held, but after seeing the full list, he began to worry that the whole day would not be finished.

piano violin guitar singing...

One morning, Chu Xia's conference room looked like a New Year's Eve party.

Lu Qiao said to Qiao Tingsheng who was beside him with emotion: "Mr. Qiao, look at these children, which one is not multi-talented? They must have learned it since they were young. It's too hard!"

Qiao Tingsheng just took a sip of pearl milk tea, when he heard this, he subconsciously looked at the students in his class.

He sighed: "Obviously, God is fair."

Lu Qiao didn't respond: "Huh?"

Qiao Tingsheng: "Students in our class have all their skill points in one place."

Lu Qiao followed his gaze and burst out laughing, "It's true."

None of the students in the Glory class reported on the program this time.

When God opens a window, he will definitely close it. In such a huge honor class, there is no one who can have talents other than painting.

Fortunately, Qiao Tingsheng is not a teacher who cares about external face. If you don't participate, don't participate. It's good to rest after working so hard.

Fang Hengzhi, who was the closest on the other side, raised his eyebrows when he heard the conversation.

Cheng Yi also heard it, chuckled, and poked his stomach with his elbow: "Oh, you go up and perform a big band ensemble, and open their eyes."

Fang Hengzhi flatly refused: "No."

Cheng Yi didn't force him, and took a sip of the ice cream and black tea he had drunk: "You're lazy."

Fang Hengzhi smiled: "It's not all because of laziness."

Cheng Yi glanced at him: "Then you can find another reason for me?"

Fang Hengzhi looked around, and when he was sure that no one was paying attention to their corner, he suddenly leaned forward and leaned towards his ear and bit him.

Under the public view, even if no one is watching, this feeling is really exciting.

Cheng Yi's fingertips were numb, he tightly held the cup of ice cream and black tea in his hand, and said in a low voice, "What's going on all of a sudden?"

Fang Hengzhi's voice was also very low: "Isn't this quietly telling you another reason?"

"I just want you alone to know how good I am."

"I will perform for you next time I have a chance."

"Just the two of us."

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Fang Hengzhi: Don't say I can't do it!I'm fine!Very good! ! !