can i borrow your white paint

When Cheng Yi was sitting in the barber shop, he was in a daze.

He didn't know how he was bewitched, and he actually agreed to Fang Hengzhi to come and accompany him to dye a blue-haired couple's style.

But the money has already been paid, the hair bleach has been prepared, and now the whole situation is in a state of being forced to release it, and it is useless for him to regret it.

So I could only confirm with Teacher Tony again and again: "Just a handful, a handful!"

Teacher Tony smiled and said: "Okay, you have said it almost ten times, I am really not deaf."

Cheng Yi: "..."

He closed his mouth unwillingly.

Fang Heng on the side knew that the smile on his face hadn't disappeared since he entered here.

He stroked his red hair contentedly.

Cheng Yi closed his eyes, and said "out of sight, out of mind".

"If you touch your hair again, I'll shave it right away, believe it or not?"

Fang Hengzhi immediately put down his hands: "Don't be angry dear, just treat it as the last carnival."

Chuxia Studio will officially enter the inhuman training from tomorrow. The time of eight in the morning and twelve in the morning has been abruptly changed to six in the morning and twelve in the morning, and the original two-week break has also been changed to once a month.

If it weren't for the fact that there was more than a month left before the exam, this kind of work and rest time would be unbearable for dogs.

But children in the third year of high school have no human rights, and they can live a life that dogs can't live without.

Cheng Yi dyed his hair because they sneaked out climbing the railing at night to dye it.

Fang Hengzhi looked at the finished product that came out because of him, and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go, go back, and come back to make up the color after a while."

Cheng Yi: "..." Thank you, although, I don't want to come again.

The two quietly returned the same way and crawled back, and ran into the head teacher head-on.

Qiao Tingsheng shook the cigarette in his hand, raised his eyebrows at the two of them: "What a coincidence."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

Cheng Yi: "..."

Cheng Yi almost stepped on the ground and said with an embarrassed smile, "Qiao, Mr. Qiao, good evening..."

Qiao Tingsheng nodded in a good-tempered manner: "Hurry up and go back to rest, are you done with your homework?"

"Draw! How can you not draw! Go back and draw now!" Fang Hengzhi patted the ashes on his hands as soon as he jumped down, grabbed Cheng Yi's wrist and ran, "Good night, Teacher Qiao!"

Cheng Yi was caught off guard and staggered, and only had time to wave to Qiao Tingsheng from a distance.

The backs of the two young men left in a panic.

Seeing the staggering figures of the two, Qiao Tingsheng suddenly narrowed his eyes.

If you read correctly... those two boys have dyed their hair?

It's the same blue and red one.

A thought suddenly formed in his mind, and he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

It seems that their class really has puppy love.

At the end of October, art students in Jiangsu ushered in their first mock exam.

Everyone in Chu Xia's studio was already in a state of walking corpses. After a day of numbness and tension, they walked into the examination room numbly.

They now have an internal exam in the studio every week, and everyone is trying their best not to be at the bottom, and the exam is about to be abolished.

Lu Qiao looked at the lifeless studio, smoked a cigarette and sighed: "It's miserable."

Yan Xiao pushed the glasses on his face and smiled: "It's time for them to find some confidence."

These children are usually beaten too hard by their dear classmates. It's time to put them in the province to comfort them.

They will soon find out that people who usually only get [-] points in the test can get at least [-] in the province.

Circumstances determine their scores.

In an environment full of elites, if you want to divide into three, six, or nine ranks, you must make a choice, but when this group of elites is placed outside, it is best to take the first rank.

Chu Xia has always used suppressive education, and will not tell this group of students.

Otherwise, with the arrogance and frivolity at this age, maybe the tail will go up to the sky.

Being too proud is not a good thing.

But it's not impossible to let them find their confidence once in a while.

Qiao Tingsheng leaned lazily against the wall, carelessly raised her hand to brush the hair by her ear.

Lu Qiao leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How much do you think Principal Cheng scored this time?"

Qiao listened to Sheng without raising his eyes and replied, "Two hundred and eight guaranteed."

Lu Qiao nodded: "I think so too."

He asked again: "Where is Fang Xiaojin?"

Qiao Tingsheng thought for a while and said, "If you're lucky, two hundred and seven, and if you're unlucky, two hundred and fifty-six is ​​not impossible."

Every teacher likes a different style, Fang Heng knows that it is normal for people who stick to formulas to meet teachers who don't like their own paintings.

But Cheng Yi is different. Even if the teacher likes a different style, he still knows how to appreciate aura paintings, and Cheng Yi belongs to this category.

Whether the art test is fast or slow is not slow, the students only feel that they have changed their pens a few times and finished the test in one day.

Cheng Yi and Fang Heng knew that they were not in the same examination room this time, and he ran to another examination room to find someone as soon as he handed in the test paper.

Patting the boyfriend who was packing up the pen, he asked, "How do you feel?"

Fang Hengzhi sighed in a rare way: "I didn't draw well."

Cheng Yi knelt down and patted his head reassuringly: "It's okay, the exam is over, learn from experience, work harder next time."

Fang Heng smiled wearily: "Okay."

During this period of time, he was severely deprived of sleep, because not only did he have to paint, but he also had to prepare for a national mathematics, physics and chemistry competition in mid-to-late November.

The gold content of this competition was really too high. As a top student in the city, Fang Hengzhi received a call directly from the Municipal Education Bureau, informing him that he must participate in this competition.

He had no reason to refuse, so he could only draw while preparing for the exam. Time was tight, and he even had a competition paper next to the drawing board in class.

Originally nearly half of the day's sleeping time was abruptly reduced to about four hours, and the rest of the time was really utilized by him to the extreme.

Cheng Yi saw it, and his heartache was real, but there was no other way, he could only help him prepare meals every day and come back to eat, which would save a little time.

After the model exam, Chu Xia's teachers were invited to Nanjing to mark the papers, and the studio gave them a day off.

Cheng Yi wanted this person to sleep for a day, but he didn't expect that when he woke up the next day, Fang Hengzhi was already sitting at the desk reading a book.

He sat on the bed in shock for a while, then walked over and pinched his face: "When did you wake up?"

"Seven o'clock." Fang Hengzhi dropped a "0" on the tip of his pen, "Why don't you sleep more?"

"Biological clock, I can't sleep anymore." Cheng Yi admired and felt distressed, "Did you eat breakfast?"

"No, the food in the cafeteria is not good today."

There was only one day of vacation, and they didn't go home, so they simply stayed in the studio.

The other two roommates went back anyway, leaving them a private space.

Cheng Yi took out his mobile phone: "I asked Du Mao to bring us food, what would you like to eat?"

"It's fine to have something light." Fang Hengzhi said, "I've been getting a little angry recently."

"You're working too hard." Cheng Yi shook his head, "I'll be exhausted later."

"I can't help it." Fang Hengzhi sighed, "It's only a short time, just get over it."

This is a fact.

Cheng Yi patted him on the shoulder helplessly, turned around and took his mobile phone to call Du Mao.

Aunt Du always felt sorry for him, and when she heard that she wanted to eat home-cooked food, she hurriedly bought some food and asked Du Mao to deliver it.

During the holiday, the gate of Chuxia is not locked.

It was already noon when Du Mao came here, he swaggered in without seeing anyone, and followed Cheng Yi upstairs.

"Brother Yi, you don't even know how boring I am after you left." He pretended to wipe away his tears.

Cheng Yi laughed: "You are still bored in the third year of high school? Shouldn't you have no time to sleep after studying?"

"It's not as busy as you think." Du Mao complained, "The senior year of No. [-] Middle School is easy, and the teacher doesn't care. After handing out the test papers, he sits on it and plays with his mobile phone. One class just goes by like this."

Cheng Yi imagined the scene, compared it with his current situation, and sighed.

"That's really too much leisure."

"Oh, don't talk about me." Du Mao waved his hand, "How are you doing here? I seldom contact you."

"How should I put it?" Cheng Yi thought about his words, "Let's live a life that is worse than pigs and dogs."

"?" Du Mao was shocked, "Is that an exaggeration?"

Cheng Yi nodded and pushed open the dormitory door.

After seeing the scene in front of him, he suddenly turned his head and made a silent gesture to Du Maobi.

Du Mao, who was behind him, was stunned, and after entering, he found that the person lying on the table and sleeping was Fang Hengzhi.

Fang Shen was still holding the pen in his hand, shaking it from time to time.

Du Mao was frightened by this scene.

Standing in place for a long time before regaining consciousness, murmured: "It's so scary..."

Cheng Yi looked at him, as if to say, "You see, I'm right."

Du Mao watched helplessly as Brother Yi carefully took away the pen from Fang Hengzhi's hand, and then took a coat and put it on the man.

Du Mao: "..."

He vaguely sensed something was wrong.

After a while, he hesitated and said, "Brother Yi, you two..."

Cheng Yi paused, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Du Mao: "..."

Du Mao: "???"

Du Mao: "!!!"

He almost blurted out "Fuck me", Cheng Yi quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth, put the lunch box on the table, and pushed him out the door.

Du Maocai yelled out the late "fuck me" when he got to a place where no one was around.

"It really happened?!?!" He was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows: "What? You thought it was impossible?"

"No." Du Mao rubbed his head, "In fact, I thought there was something wrong with you two from the beginning, but I didn't expect this day to come so suddenly."

After finishing speaking, he was wronged again: "When did it happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

Cheng Yi laughed: "As for what happened during the training camp, didn't you have time to tell you? Didn't you see that person was so busy writing homework that he fell asleep?"

Du Mao thought it was the same, and he didn't care too much about it.

Sitting on a chair in the playground, he sighed, "Fuck."

Cheng Yi: "What's wrong?"

Du Mao had a sad face: "You actually fell in love early."

Cheng Yi: "..."

He found it funny: "Is this a very rare thing?"

"Isn't that unusual??" Du Mao glared at him angrily, "I always thought I would get out of the single sooner than you!"

Cheng Yi was so happy that his waist was bent: "You work hard and try to talk to a university."

"That's for sure!" Du Mao leaned back lazily on the chair, "Brother Yi."

Cheng Yi: "Huh?"

Du Mao looked at him and said with a smile, "I wish you two a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Cheng Yi chuckled: "It's too early to say that."

"What? You still want to share?" Du Mao condemned, "Don't, Xue Shen will be sad."

"You know again?"

"Ang, after you two got together, I only know how much your boyfriend likes you when I think about the past."

"How to say?"

Du Mao patted him on the shoulder seriously: "Enlighten yourself."

He shrank his neck: "It's a bit cold, can I go back to your bedroom to warm up?"

Cheng Yi nodded: "Let's go."

When he returned to the dormitory, Fang Hengzhi was already awake.

At this moment, she was writing the paper with the clothes she should have been wearing, and she didn't raise her head when she heard the movement: "Principal Cheng, what did you just leave your dear boyfriend for?"

After speaking, there was a dead silence at the door.

Fang Hengzhi paused for a moment, then looked up.

Du Mao is preparing to find a ground fissure to drill down.

Cheng Yi was also looking at him coldly, and said indifferently, "I went to find a wild man."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

"Ahem!" Du Mao almost choked on his own saliva.

Fang Hengzhi withdrew his gaze with a guilty conscience, looked at Cheng Yi who took off his coat, and blinked desperately: What's going on?

"Du Mao came to give us warmth." Cheng Yi raised the lunch box in his hand, "It's okay, he knows."

"Know?" Fang Heng raised his eyelids unexpectedly.

Du Mao bit the bullet and nodded: "I just found out."

Fang Heng touched his chin: "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind!" Du Mao said quickly, "It's pretty good hahaha!"

Fang Hengzhi instantly recovered his lazy look, hanging on the chair like a boneless: "That's fine."

"Sit up." Cheng Yi kicked his chair angrily, "Eat."

"Oh good." Fang Hengzhi was very obedient, and then secretly poked and glared at Du Mao.

Du Mao, who was going to get the chopsticks, said, "..."

He understood instantly, and withdrew his hand: "Well, I suddenly remembered that my mother left me a meal at home, so I went back first."

"What time is it? Is it too late to go back and eat now?" Cheng Yi frowned.

"It's not too late." Du Mao quickly waved his hand, "I ate breakfast late, and I'm not hungry yet. Eat slowly, eat slowly! Don't pay attention to me!"

Cheng Yi was still about to say something, when he heard Fang Hengzhi's gentle voice behind him: "Goodbye, be careful on the road."

He stopped the chatterbox, and then followed suit: "Then you go."

Du Mao: "?"

Are you still human?

He sneered and slammed the door out.

When he got to the door, the phone rang twice.

Clicking on it, I found that it was a message from Fang Hengzhi.

[Fang Ge]: /location/

[Brother Fang]: I ordered a meal here, please eat.

[Fang Ge]: Thank you for today.

Du Mao clicked on the location and looked, and the imbalance in his heart dissipated instantly.

Just kidding, if you can go to a restaurant with an average of 1888 per capita for free, whoring, and a meal, it will be no problem to ask him to roll ten more times!

Fang Hengzhi, his eternal brother, his eternal god!

At this moment, Du Mao sincerely wished his brother Yi and his brother Fang to grow old together.

After Du Mao left, Cheng Yi squinted his eyes at Fang Hengzhi who was eating as if nothing had happened: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Fang Heng knew that the chopsticks were stuck on his lips for a few seconds, and he let out a "ha": "How is it possible?"

Cheng Yi: "How do you know what I asked on purpose?"

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

Oh fuck, I was tricked.

The pokes were all pierced, and he simply smashed the jar, like a rascal: "Yes, I did it on purpose."

Then he pursed his lips and added: "But I didn't bully him, I invited him to dinner."

Those who were wronged, who didn't know, thought they were being bullied.

Cheng Yi angrily threw the freshly peeled steamed prawns into his bowl: "It's alright, alright, I don't blame you. Eat, ancestor."

Fang Heng knew that he had no skin or face and leaned over: "You feed me."

"No long hands?" Cheng Yi looked at him.

Fang Hengzhi immediately put his hands in his pockets, and looked at him with blinking eyes.

Cheng Yi: "..."

He thought to himself: How can this person be so obsessed?

But he still compromised, and resigned to his fate, he picked up the shrimp and stuffed it into his mouth: "Satisfied?"

Fang Hengzhi hummed twice, and reluctantly stopped.

"You're used to it." Cheng Yi said, "Are you going to stay like this for another month?"

"Yeah." Fang Heng took two sips of water, "I won't be so busy after the exam."

Hard work is really hard work, but if you can get good results, it is worth it.

But Cheng Yi was still a little worried. After all, this person used to prepare for the competition very carefully. Now that the art class took up more than half of his time, he was really afraid that this person would not pass the exam and be hit.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Fang Hengzhi sighed, and said helplessly: "Is my ability to bear in your heart so fragile?"

"It's not a question of being vulnerable or not."

The blow may not be inevitable, but it is definitely inevitable to be affected.

What Cheng Yi was afraid of was that this would affect Fang Hengzhi's state. After all, after the competition ended, the unified examination would be held in a few days.

Fang Hengzhi was not very worried, instead he comforted the other party: "It's okay, trust me, this kind of situation will not happen."

Cheng Yi had already written a draft of consolation in his stomach, but he heard this person say again——

"I won't miss the ranking."

He was slightly taken aback, unable to tell whether it was blind confidence or excessive arrogance.

Or... maybe it is really sure?

He suddenly didn't know how to judge.

Fang Hengzhi smiled and played with his hair: "Principal Cheng, please have some confidence in your boyfriend."

When he said he was sure, he was sure.

Maybe he is usually a little crazy, but at least he has the capital to go crazy.

He never brags about such matters.

Because it's always true.

No. [-] in the city, even if he studied art, he is still the second in the city, and even Xu Jixing can't compare with Xu Jixing in comprehensive scores.

This is his capital.

The author has something to say:

By the way, our beautiful teacher Qiao Tingsheng certainly has a story~

Advance receipt of "Win-Win Cooperation"

(One)

When Qiao Tingsheng was studying in Paris, in order to find inspiration for creation, she planned to taste the pain of love.

He found a man, and then reached a cooperation with this man——

One hundred days of love experience.

...and let the other party throw him hard.

But when the [-]-day deadline passed half a year, the other party didn't dump him.

He thought that maybe he was looking for a partner and the wrong gender, so he decisively left a farewell letter and went back to China to find another woman.

As a result, I was dumped a hundred days later, but I didn't have any inspiration in my mind.

Just when he was worried about losing his hair, that man, he returned to China.

And it seems to be to catch him back to the country.

Qiao Tingsheng:?Didn't you say win-win cooperation?

Jiang Jue: Win-win cooperation?Did you win or did I win?

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(two)

On Jiang Jue's birthday that year, he almost froze to death on the streets of Beijing. Fortunately, he met a kind person who picked him up and took him to the hospital.

The kind-hearted person left a sum of money and left, hiding his merit and fame.

Jiang Jue searched for this person for six years but failed to find him.

Until one day, a long-haired man walked into his office with a necklace he designed, and said something——

"Your work lacks authenticity, and I'm just being inspired. Consider collaborating? We win together."

Looking at the familiar eyebrows in front of him, Jiang Jue frowned.

He nodded without thinking: "Okay."

finally found you.

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Lazy and mixed world jewelry designer Gong x pure desire lonely genius painter Shou

Jiang Jue x Qiao Tingsheng

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