[047] Fake genius

What kind of man is attractive?

is not only a chic appearance, a handsome face, nor an extraordinary conversation, but the coexistence of rigidity and softness. Ling Xiaotong is such a person, from an outsider's point of view, he is an arrogant and uninhibited master, but he has always been a big brother who protects her in front of Du Pian Pian.

"Silly you. Niu'er, give my brother a smile, my brother has sugar. Ling Xiaotong rummaged through his pockets, took out the lollipop he had snatched in Kang Qiao's hand, and handed it over.

Du Pian Pian took the lollipop, still not looking happy.

"Piece by piece. You say, how many points does the cultural class cost for that National Arts University?" Ling Xiaotong suddenly thought that Du Pian Pian was an art student, and he should be very clear about this kind of higher art school.

"National Arts University?" Du Pian was stunned: "Brother, you didn't take the wrong medicine? It is the best art university in China, not only must the major be outstanding, but the cultural class is also 4560 points." ”

"Hmm. Your brother is going to go to university. Ling Xiaotong lowered his head and calculated, 100 Chinese, 100 English, 200 in Wenzong, and 50 or 60 in mathematics, which is about the same.

"Huh......" Du Pian's head drooped again, "Brother, I see that you are dizzy by that fox spirit, is she going to take the National Arts University? ”

"I mean really. Ling Xiaotong didn't have any ambitions, and smiled faintly.

Regarding Ling Xiaotong's reflection, Du Pian Pian was a little dazed, could it be that for a woman, she really dared to fight for anything?

"Then I'll take the test too. Du Pian shook his hair lightly, this hairstyle is not arrogant and weird today.

What's the matter, the world has changed, and the ruffians and sisters are going to take the university entrance examination.

"Then you're not going to go to the music room?" Ling Xiaotong smiled, Du Pian Pian could learn well, he was naturally in a good mood.

"Okay, you carry me up!" Du Pian didn't give Ling Xiaotong a chance to escape at all, he turned over and jumped on Ling Xiaotong's back. His mouth was still humming the music from Journey to the West: "Tick, tick......"

This is Zhu Bajie's daughter-in-law?

@#￥%&*！

Ling Xiaotong panted and climbed to the fifth floor, and couldn't help but sigh, it's really time to eat some covers: high calcium tablets, fruit flavor, one piece a day, convenient and affordable, one piece top five tablets!

As soon as she walked upstairs, before she could put down Du Pian Pian, Deng Meiji walked out with her bag.

Seeing this scene, Deng Meiji's eyes almost popped out.

"You, what are you doing here?" Deng Meiji was not only surprised that Ling Xiaotong was carrying Du Pian Pian on his back, but also surprised by the injury on his face, and the corners of his mouth were still blue! "You got into a fight with someone?"

Without saying anything, Deng Meiji ran over, first pulled down the Du Pian piece on Ling Xiaotong's body, and then stared at him with a puzzled expression.

In the eyes, two questions.

One, who are you fighting with? Second, what does it have to do with the girl with Du Pian on her back?

"Deng Da Beauty, it seems that my brother is still a heartthrob. Everybody sticks it up. Du Pian Pian was a little apprehensive, and turned his head to glance at Deng Meiji.

"You say this is your brother?" Deng Meiji was even more puzzled, Du Pian Pian and Ling Xiaotong were still brother and sister?

"Whew...... Call...... Call...... Quick, get me a glass of water. Ling Xiaotong panted at this Deng Meiji, turned her head and warned Du Pian Pian again: "You, it's time for you to lose weight......!" I'm so tired!"

Who did Deng Meiji serve on weekdays? Even her father asked him to help pour water, and she was definitely a blank eye: pour it herself!

But today was surprising, and he really ran back to the studio to pour water for Ling Xiaotong.

"I'm only ninety-two pounds!" Du Pian said angrily, with her height of one meter six or seven, this figure is really slender and lovely! The word weight loss has absolutely nothing to do with her.

"Let's go to class! I'll go back and get some water. Ling Xiaotong pushed him, and then walked into the studio.

Du Pian Pian still wants to go in and have fun.

But was blocked by Ling Xiaotong: "You want to be admitted to the National Arts University, right?

As soon as he heard this, Du Pian Pian was not convinced: "Okay! Then bet! I will take the test too!"

The two of them have made up their minds that they must meet again in colleges and universities in a year! Du Pian Pian is not convinced, she has capital, she has a small musical accomplishment, and there is no problem with her major! Seeing Ling Xiaotong walk into the studio, she went back to the classroom directly, and with this time to go to the major, it is better to memorize a few more history questions.

"Goodong, goodong," Ling Xiaotong poured a glass of water into it in three sips, and then let out a long sigh of relief: "Ahh

"Who did you fight with?" Deng Meiji stopped beside her, and she was not in a hurry to go home.

At this point, there are still three people in the studio, Ling Xiaotong, Deng Meiji, and Su Xiyi.

"I ran into a couple of hooligans last night. Ling Xiaotong casually agreed.

"I met after my house left?!" Deng Meiji's voice was not small, which directly alarmed Su Xiyi.

As soon as Su Xiyi heard this, she stood up on the spot: "He went to your house last night?!Aren't my uncles and aunts not at home!?"

Ling Xiaotong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, daring to be affectionate, this misunderstanding is big.

"Hmm...... That, the one I sent her to fight back yesterday. Ling Xiaotong didn't know what was wrong, and her conversation was with a hint of twist, like a new daughter-in-law who had been lifted from her hijab, with a kind of shyness to look at her husband.

"Yesterday in the studio, I didn't expect him to leave, so I went to eat with him. Deng Meiji generously admitted: "The tomatoes and lo noodles made by his mother are very delicious." ”

Su Xiyi was almost thundered, Deng Meiji's parents are often not at home, and she knows this, so her father has always said that he wants her to take Deng Meiji home for dinner, but Deng Meiji has basically not been there a few times.

"Where are you doing this?" Su Xiyi rubbed her head: "You said you went to his house for dinner?"

"Hmm. Deng Meiji nodded.

"Admire! Admire!" Su Xiyi raised her hand and said, "You two are really familiar enough." ”

"It's just a meal, it's not a big deal~" Ling Xiaotong looked righteous and awe-inspiring, and waved his hand: "I'll call you next time." ”

"Then your mom should be happy. Deng Meiji glanced at Ling Xiaotong, turned her head and said to Su Xiyi: "Yesterday, his parents regarded me as his daughter-in-law, I was really enthusiastic, such a big bowl of noodles, I was afraid that his parents would say that I was wasting, so I ate a bowl of noodles with the bottom facing the sky." ”

Saying that, Deng Meiji also stretched out her hand and gestured, the bowl of Ling Xiaotong's house was really big enough.

"You two tell me about painting?" Ling Xiaotong smiled, stopped playing with them, walked to the drawing board, and set a piece of paper.

Deng Meiji frowned, and whispered to Su Xiyi, "Guess what I saw yesterday." ”

Su Xiyi was puzzled.

"The gouache he paints is simply the ultimate of realism. Deng Meiji took a deep breath: "It's simply François Millet alive!"

Su Xiyi ignored her, and took care of herself: "You don't want to go home? Why did you come back again, I see that you are not very sick, and you are talking nonsense." Also François Millet, Mr. Zhuo said that it was a pee, and I didn't see it. ”

"It's not that!" Deng Meiji was originally leaving, because she thought that Ling Xiaotong was not coming, and when she went out just now and saw that this bastard was back again, she unconsciously followed back to the studio, and waited for this bastard to drink water.

"He also drew two?" Su Xiyi still didn't quite believe it.

"After you were all gone, he drew another apple, and an orange. Deng Meiji didn't mean to joke at all: "Super like, I suspect that he is the same as you say, he has no foundation at all? Without ten or eight years of fine brushwork, it is impossible to understand what realism is! He, how could he draw it." ”

"Yes, yes, how could he draw it, I think you're just talking nonsense!" Su Xiyi said cautiously.

"Sizzle...... Okay, you still don't believe it, do you, I'll find it out for you now!" Deng Meiji took a breath and walked directly to the wastebasket.

There is a wastebasket in the corner of the studio, which is basically full of scrapped paintings, and students often throw away some paintings that are torn in anger when they are extremely unconscious. But after all, it is a minority, so there is not much waste paper in the trash can.

Ling Xiaotong was concentrating on the nail paper in front of his drawing board, and he didn't care about the two beauties here, and he was still thinking that if he really brought back a pair of sister flowers for his parents, it was estimated that his parents' mouths would be so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

Deng Meiji quickly turned out the painting that Ling Xiaotong tore yesterday, and walked back while smoothing it out.

The crumpled gouache paper, the middle of the apple had been torn, and it took a lot of effort to align it.

"Look. Deng Meiji handed the drawing paper to Su Xiyi.

Surprise!

Talented!

Definitely a genius!

This painting is not to say that it was painted by Ling Xiaotong, that is, it was painted by Deng Meiji, Su Xiyi will be surprised!

"This, this is what he painted?" Su Xiyi couldn't reflect for a while, "he ...... He...... Impossible!"

"Then you say, in our studio, who can paint such a realistic style of painting? You, I, excellence, or who? You say. Deng Meiji smiled: "If I hadn't seen him draw it yesterday, I wouldn't have believed it was him!"

Genius?Su Xiyi's neck twisted stiffly.