Racers become the canaries of the bosses

"Mr. Yue's pectoralis major."

Chu Lin'an hadn't seen Mr. Yue for almost a month.

Xing Yue went abroad, and before he left, he told him to be good, remember to finish his Chinese homework, and he will be rewarded when he comes back.

Chu Lin'an lives in the school these days.

During the day, he attends classes and spends time in the studio, but there are still people staring at him wherever he goes.

Fanatical, adoring, novelty, jealous, posturing...

Although he has long been used to being surrounded by many sights and cameras, the feeling of being constantly watched for his every move really doesn't last long.

Even when hiding in the studio, the door was ripped open - the studio is public, and there is no lock, only a small sign that can pull out "Do Not Disturb".

It is useless.

His back always felt fluffy, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

There is no way, Chu Lin'an got out of class this morning and practiced blackboard painting in the dormitory, and went downstairs to play ball and exercise when it was dark at night.

"Bonjour!" The dormitory door was kicked open with a bang.

Chu Lin'an raised his eyes from his seat, and saw Liao Chengcheng's hands were full of big and small parcels, his little face was flushed by the cold wind.

"Bonjour means hello in French, and Ciao in Italian." Chu Linan stood up and went to help Liao Chengcheng put things on the counter.

"Hehe, I made a mistake in a hurry, as long as you understand me." Liao Chengcheng took off his scarf, and while bending over to take off his troublesome boots, he muttered, "Hurry up and put out all the dishes, I'm almost starved. I can still do it last semester." Let the takeaway be delivered, this semester will not work, and you have to go to the school gate to get it, 10 minutes back and forth, which is really troublesome. An baby, look at which one is cold, put it in the microwave oven. "

"A lot." Chu Lin'an ordered, enough for six takeaway boxes, not counting desserts, "Are we done eating?"

"I've finished eating, I have a big appetite." Liao Chengcheng tossed his coat on the upper bunk, turned around, and saw Chu Lin'an's computer screen.

"Wow! What is this?" Liao Chengcheng leaned over, "Helmet?"

"Yeah." Chu Lin'an said, "Design a pattern for a racing helmet. I've wanted to try it for a long time, and this time it's just right to use the board you gave me."

Although there are only lines and lines on the screen and no coloring, it can still be seen that the pattern is cool and ingenious, with a full sense of design, combining the number 69 and thorn roses together.

Liao Chengcheng looked carefully: "Huh? Is the tail of this number 9 too long? It looks like 8 at first glance."

"Really?" Chu Lin'an arranged the table and chopsticks, "Then I'll change it later, so it's not obvious."

The small folding round table was bought by Liao Chengcheng specially for eating, and it just so happens that there are more people this time.

After the food was hot, the two moved their seats to each other and ate happily.

There is a plate of authentic Sichuan-style spicy chicken in the dish, but neither of them can eat spicy food, but they both like it, so the two little beauties are crying from the corners of their spicy eyes, and the swollen red lips of Sihasiha , while fiercely pouring boiled water.

"I can't do it anymore." Liao Chengcheng touched his stomach that was swollen by the water, "I won't order it next time, it's too spicy."

"But it's delicious, I like it." Chu Lin'an still didn't give up, holding a napkin in his hand, eating a piece of diced chicken and rubbing it on the corner of his eyes, already rubbing his eyelids red.

"Amazing." Liao Chengcheng picked up his chopsticks again, and turned to the friendly fried pork with vegetables next to him.

"Awesome?" Chu Lin'an asked.

"It means powerful." Liao Chengcheng has become Chu Lin'an's special dictionary, responsible for teaching him all kinds of slang and idioms, so now Chu Lin'an knows exactly what he was scolded.

Just like light, there must be shadow, and it is not uncommon for Heizi to be jealous of Chu Lin'an's parachute into Zhongwei Academy of Fine Arts.

Every day, there will be several yin and yang posts on the campus forum.

Comparing Chu Lin'an's appearance with a certain male celebrity, insinuating that he is feminine and unmanly;

Put the moving picture of Chu Lin'an pointing the middle finger at the camera, and put it together with the rider who was "framed" by him and crashed, and labeled it as "violent motorcycle";

They also posted a picture of Chu Lin'an passing out after crashing into a wall in the last competition, mocking him for his lack of strength.

But in Chu Lin'an's eyes, these are all pediatrics.

When he was controversially edited by the media's malicious reports, banned and warned by the race committee, and challenged by his opponents to challenge him in public, these sunspots didn't even know they were playing in the mud.

And not only his fame, but his painting ability also shocked the entire department.

The teacher scored 98 points for the first homework—the highest score in the teaching career of this professor-level teacher.

You must know that the passing grade is 60, and the average score of the final assignment of the students under that teacher was only 43 last semester.

Of course, the painting "Waterbird" has become an excellent example, not to mention being hung on the display wall of excellent works in the lobby of the main teaching building, it has also become the background picture of the website of the Oil Painting Department of Zhongwei Academy of Fine Arts.

"Baby, why are you always looking at your phone?" Liao Chengcheng muttered while eating, "Hmph, it must be because of men again."

"Hmm." Chu Lin'an nodded embarrassedly.There is a time difference between Xingyue's side and here, it is now 6 o'clock in the evening, which is the early morning time over there.

He was waiting for Mr. Yue to reply his good morning greeting.

With a time difference of 12 hours, Xing Yue was very busy, and the two of them had only this moment to chat with each other—the time when Xing Yue got up, washed, and ran in the morning, so Chu Linan cherished it very much.

Liao Chengcheng raised his eyebrows: "Tsk tsk tsk, I think your soul has been hooked away. I wish I could fly across the Pacific Ocean and stick to your Uncle Yue's broad and strong pectoralis major."

"I haven't touched it, so I don't know if it's firm or not." Chu Lin'an said honestly, "Mr. Yue's pectoralis major."

"It's just a metaphor, a metaphor!" Liao Chengcheng's being more sincere and simple to him is really irrelevant, and it's too easy to deceive, God knows if he will suffer because of it in the future.

Chu Lin'an thought for a while, with a serious expression: "It's just quite "broad". "

Liao Chengcheng: ...

"I'm not kidding, did you participate in that competition? It's limited to school students, and it's an annual 'Thousand Ying Cup." Liao Chengcheng asked.

"What is that?" With Chu Lin'an's reading ability, he still couldn't understand the announcement on the school website homepage.

"It's an art creation competition. You are given a theme, and you can express it in your own way. Painting, calligraphy, sculpture, props, performance art, costume design, etc. are all available...It was founded by a school manager, A rich man with a lot of money."

"Is there a bonus?" Chu Lin'an was most concerned about this.

Liao Chengcheng said: "Of course there is. The bonus setting is the same for teams and individuals, and the first prize is 5 yuan. However, there is also a special award selected by online voting for individual works. You can cooperate with the organizer to integrate the elements of the work into There are copyright fees in their product packaging, and the reward amount will only be higher."

Chu Lin'an's eyes became brighter as he listened, and he was already tempted: "I will participate! Can you teach me how to sign up?"

"Okay." Liao Chengcheng chuckled, "But let me hug your thigh. Team competition, baby, you understand—"

Chu Lin'an nodded: "Of course."

5, with a motorcycle engine!

The first time that Sheng Chuan accompanied his boss out of the country was related to the overseas expansion and development of the Xing Group.

If it wasn't for the elderly in Secretary Cassie's family being hospitalized, he shouldn't have come this time.

Although he was not familiar with the boss's private habits, the situation in front of him still made him feel that something was wrong.

Because—the boss was looking at his mobile phone while eating, and from time to time he put it on the table, sighed softly, and then couldn't help but pick it up and swipe the screen.

It seems to be waiting for some important information.

But obviously the boss hates being half-hearted when doing things the most. If he sees someone putting out their mobile phone during a meeting, all the bonuses for this month will be deducted.

"Xiao Sheng, what time is the exhibition hall?" Xing Yue asked.

The latest message on the phone was half an hour ago, and he replied to Little Rose's good morning voice with "Get up".

Is the reply too short?

Just about to type, but accidentally slipped his hand, Xing Yue released the voice.

"Mr. Yue, good morning. I'm practicing blackboard painting, are you up yet?"

The voice is green and clear, and anyone who hears it will be greeted with a smile on Tian's face.

So is Xing Yue.

Sheng Chuan's heart skipped a beat, the majestic and ruthless image of the boss was just torn apart.

But he still pretended to be calm and replied: "At 10 o'clock, we will leave at 7:[-] a.m., and we need to meet Ms. Nia first when we get there."

Xing Yue asked: "Can I push it down?"

Morikawa said, "Do you mean the meeting with Ms. Nia or... the entire morning visit to the pavilion?"

"Push off the meeting." Half an hour is enough for Xing Yue, if Little Rose doesn't reply to him, he will call directly.

If you don't answer the phone... I hope it's better not to do that.

"It can be pushed." Sheng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the boss has not yet reached the point of dizziness.

"Then push it away." Xing Yue got up from his seat, "I have booked the plane tomorrow afternoon, and I have to go back early."

Sheng Chuan:! !

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