Rubbing her ankles, the pain made her cry again, but Ye Mengchen thought that it was not a physical pain, but from the soul.

Standing up again, the pain in his ankle became even worse, and Ye Mengchen limped back to his room.

At night, Ye Mengchen applied a potion to his injured foot, rubbed it a few times, and then rubbed it a few times, so painful that Mengchen's facial features were deformed.

She can't go to school with such an injury, so she simply goes to the hospital to prescribe medicine and ask for sick leave.

Ye Mengchen's sick note exploded in the junior (2) class of the college's illustration department.

Although it was only a short day, it attracted countless heroes to compete for each other.

In the office of the department, Zhang Wei, a member of the study committee, asked the counselor, Mr. Jiang: "Ye Mengchen is sick, what kind of illness is there? ”

Zhang Wei's EEG cannon is running at any time, he is thinking, in a few days, Ye Mengchen will be able to participate in the illustration competition held by the department, and the class sent two beautiful students to participate, one of which is Ye Mengchen.

Ye Mengchen has studied watercolor illustration in recent years, and her painting skills are not generally good, and it is a great honor for the whole class that she can win the award.

In addition, she is beautiful and kind-hearted, and she is a beauty with both talent and appearance, which is rare in the world.

He didn't care about her, and there would be a lot of suitors who would come to see her with flowers.

Mr. Jiang is very young and good-looking.

She had also heard of Ye Mengchen's reputation, but she didn't expect that the injury had attracted the attention of so many classmates, which was really a bit surprising.

Regarding Ye Mengchen's injury, she had Ye's sick note in hand, which only needed to indicate the registration, and it was not announced in the classmate group.

"Her foot is injured, please take a day off!" Teacher Jiang cleaned up the table, threw Ye Mengchen's sick note into the drawer at once, answered Zhang Wei without looking back, and reminded him by the way: "If you still don't understand something, you can call her to condole!"

Zhang Wei frowned, clenched his fists, he chased Mengchen for almost a year and a half, chasing and chasing, and finally the ending of the development was that Ye Mengchen would never answer his call again, as long as the caller ID was his name, she would immediately turn off the phone.

In order to make an appointment with her, all the flowers and dinners became cannon fodder, not to mention burning his RMB, but also burning his passion.

From then on, he was immune to any beauty, and he was free to the east, west, north and south, and in the face of the temptation of beauty, he couldn't raise his passion at all. Except for Ye Mengchen, who he hadn't gotten for a long time.

Some time ago, there was also a popular game of beauty dressing up in their department, all of which were modeled with real beauties and dressed them, and many beauties in the college participated in this game and participated in the beauty competition, and the one with the highest score won the championship of the year.

Ye Mengchen, who didn't listen to anything outside the window, didn't want to participate in this game, but with her beauty and the instigation of her friends, she inadvertently invested her jade photos in this game.

As a result, in this year's Game Competition, Ye Mengchen was like a dark horse halfway through and won the annual championship.

In fact, the credit of classmate Zhang Wei is very large, and he himself can't remember how much money he invested in this game.

It stands to reason that his family is not short of money, and chasing a girl will not be so high and far away, it is rare to be more difficult than climbing to the sky.

But often the harder he tried, the more he backfired, and he suspected that it would be difficult to pick up Ye Mengchen's flower in this life and this life.

"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Jiang. Zhang let go of his fist, but gritted his teeth, and tried again and again, but he did not extinguish his anger, and walked out of the department office with one foot.

"Young people nowadays, how can they all ......" Teacher Jiang pondered for a long time, and finally couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

On the eve of class the next day, Ye Mengchen, who was still resting in bed and watching cartoons, received a call from Teacher Jiang.

"Mengchen, is your foot injury healed? Remember to go to class on time tomorrow. Teacher Jiang's tone is very kind, but she is also a recent graduate, a master's student from a prestigious university, and she mingles with students in the college and is very popular. The advantage of age and personality makes her a lot closer to her students.

"Alright, alright. I'll be on time for school tomorrow. In her junior year, in order to facilitate her own creation and study, she deliberately moved out of the dormitory, rented a house of more than 30 square meters near the school, and completed her creation day and night.

But when he came out, he still had to pay it back, and the rent was not so cheap, Ye Mengchen thought very clearly, and was ready to move back to the school dormitory when the rent expired this month. lest they be made irresponsible again.

In Ye Mengchen's small dwelling, there are countless watercolor paintings hanging on the four walls, including landscapes, flowers, and all kinds of cute animals. All kinds of paintings, magnificent colors, vivid and aura. Ye Mengchen worked hard to study painting skills. It cost thousands of yuan just to buy watercolor technique books, not to mention the money spent on learning art and buying DSLR pictures.

My predecessors said that painting is a money-burning job. This was well confirmed by Ye Mengchen.

Originally, her foot was injured today, and she could take a day off in the room to draw quietly, one painting a day, which was a compulsory course for Mengchen.

But Mengchen didn't, but watched a cartoon for the first time and didn't draw anything.

She was not in a good mood, watching cartoons in her eyes, but she was still thinking about Brother Li's affair in her heart.

She thought that she was injured now, and it would be nice if Brother Li came to see her. Although they have only met ten times in total, zero distance contact, that is, on that day, in order to accompany her, he specially made her painting model for a day.

Never to be seen.

If one day, Li Jinming is bumped into by her, she will not let him go, causing her to be injured, causing her lovesickness, and even countless losses, large and small, she is not even in the mood to paint anymore.

She must settle this account.

Today, she has received condolences from several classmates, 90% of them are male classmates, some use WeChat to express condolences to the condition, and some call directly, as for those annoying boys, because of the setting up of a mobile phone call blacklist, there are several who are blocked out and do not answer.

Especially that Zhang Wei, the interception of the call showed that he made no less than ten calls to Mengchen today. They were all rejected by Mengchen.

He still didn't give up, holding a large handful of flowers, and his proud frost wind did not lower his firm heart, and slowly came to the downstairs of Ye Mengchen's residence.

The windows of Ye Mengchen's home are closed, in order to hide people's eyes and ears, and prevent more male classmates from being distracted, thinking that she lives here, they will come to harass her, and the curtains of her house are usually closed, day or night, and Ye Mengchen can't see any shadow.