In the northwest corner of the campus of Banyan University, in the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a two-story building that has suffered from the vicissitudes of life, built in the fifties and sixties of the last century. The dusty exterior walls and rigid architectural lines have a distinctly Russian style, which at first glance is a product of that special era.

There is a simple plaque at the door of the small building, and the words "on the painting society" are quite imposing.

In a large room on the first floor, there were more than a dozen people sitting around, and the atmosphere was a little depressing. A middle-aged man in his early forties sat in the center, wearing a white shirt, slightly fat, his severely bowed head looked bright in the light, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of small eyes were shooting angry flames.

The middle-aged man tapped his fingers on the table and said:

"Gather everyone to come over today, just for one thing, that is, the Rongcheng City College Calligraphy and Painting Competition will be held at the beginning of next month, the deadline for registration for the competition is coming soon, I heard your president reflect, everyone's enthusiasm for participating is not very high, the collection of works has been more than a month, few works have been handed in, and the quality is very average, it is perfunctory at a glance. That's not a good idea! ”

The middle-aged man's hand slapped heavily on the table, making a muffled "bang" sound, and the members of the calligraphy and painting club present couldn't help but tremble, and their eyes were full of awe when they looked at the middle-aged man.

It's no wonder that most of the people who participate in the calligraphy and painting club are students of the art department of Rong University, and the one in front of him is Shen Tuliang, the deputy director of the art department, who belongs to his own leader, and Shen Tuliang has always been relatively small-minded.

In the corner of the room, a beautiful girl wearing a white T-shirt, terrazzo blue jeans, and a youthful ponytail was a little absent-minded, with a hint of anxiety on her bright face, and her big watery eyes swept to the wall clock on the wall from time to time, looking very out of shape.

Shen Tuliang continued:

"The purpose of my coming here today is to urge everyone to complete the work as soon as possible, in order to reflect the true strength of Rongcheng University, every member of the painting and calligraphy club must submit at least one entry. In order to ensure the quality of the entries, everyone will complete it on the spot today, whether it is calligraphy or painting, it must be reviewed by me to confirm the quality. When it's done, leave when it's done! ”

There was a hint of unquestionable flavor in Shen Tuliang's words. As soon as he finished speaking, the students couldn't help but whisper.

"No, it won't! Isn't this a duck to the shelves? ”

"Yes! Artistic creation is about inspiration, how can a bunch of people be stuffed in the room, how can they make good works? ”

"I even asked my girlfriend to watch a movie in the evening! On the first date, let her pigeon, and you can't kneel on the keyboard when you go back? ”

Seeing the classmates sighing and talking, a handsome young man stood up and said loudly:

"Students! Everyone heard Director Shentu's words just now, and I hope everyone will pay attention to them ideologically. The annual calligraphy and painting competition is a confrontation between Rongcheng Normal University and our school, last year's gold medal was taken away by Rongcheng Normal University, the department leaders are very angry, and they also attach great importance to this year's competition, we must fight a turnaround battle in the competition, and we can not let the department leaders down! ”

At this time, a petite girl with a delicate face sitting next to the ponytail girl had her eyes shining, pushed the ponytail girl's shoulder, and said softly:

"Soho! President Shentu is so handsome! What a leadership style to speak! ”

Su Ho shook his head helplessly, a little disappreciative in his heart, this president Shen Tufan relied on his uncle to be the deputy director of the art department, and became the president of the calligraphy and painting club, obviously just a young student, but when he spoke, he was as old-fashioned as his uncle Shen Tuliang. Su Ho really can't see anything handsome like this, or a boy like Fang Yang is likable, straightforward, sometimes a little domineering, but very careful, and takes care of himself.

"Fang Jing, please don't be such a nymphomaniac, okay?" Soho glanced helplessly at the girl next to her and said.

Although Soho looks down on Shen Tufan a little, he is very marketable among the girls of Rong University, tall, handsome, young and golden, and has an uncle who is the head of the department, all of which is enough to fascinate many girls.

Soho's roommate, Fang Jing, is one of them.

At the beginning, Soho couldn't stand Fang Jing's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and was pulled by her to sign up for the calligraphy and painting club together, but as a result, Soho was a little depressed in her heart when she saw today's incident.

Some time ago, she also saw a notice posted by the Calligraphy and Painting Society, asking everyone to actively submit their works to participate in the calligraphy and painting competition. But Soho is from a law school, not an art major, and came to the calligraphy and painting club to accompany Fang Jing, who wants to see handsome guys. And such competitions have always been voluntary, so Soho didn't take it to heart.

Yesterday, I received a temporary notice that all the members of the Calligraphy and Painting Society would hold a meeting this afternoon, and Soho didn't think much about it. Thinking that she would have to go to work at the bar with Fang Yang at night, and when Fang Yang went to pick her up from the women's dormitory, she would inevitably have to run for nothing, and Su He felt anxious in her heart.

Fang Jing didn't pay attention to the apportionment task at all, and if he couldn't make a work that Director Shentu was satisfied with, he would have been doing it well, and he could just stay with Senior Shentu for a while, what a good thing!

Everyone talked about it, Shen Tuliang's coercion was there, and Shen Tufan and his uncle sang and harmonized, so no one dared to raise any objections, and they all found a place to meditate and prepare to create.

Shen Tufan looked at the corner of the studio, and when he saw Su Ho's bright and pretty face, there was a hint of hope in his eyes, he stood up, with a trace of elegant smile on his face, and walked towards Su Ho and Fang Jing.

Fang Jing suddenly excitedly held Soho's arm, and whispered to Soho with bright eyes:

"Senior Shentu is here! Wow! His smile is so charming! Did he come to us? ”

Su Ho raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Tufan, feeling irritated, and the smile on his face felt so annoying. Since Su Ho joined the Calligraphy and Painting Society, Shen Tufan has often found various reasons to get close to Su Ho, and even used Fang Jing's obsession with him to inquire about Su Ho's news from the side, which made Su Ho feel unbearable. If it weren't for Fang Jing's face, Soho would have wanted to quit the painting and calligraphy club a long time ago.

"Soho, Fang Jing!" Shen Tufan walked straight up to the two of them and said, "You two are not art majors, will you have any difficulties in creating?" Need my help? ”

Senior Shentu actually took the initiative to help himself! Fang Jing suddenly felt extremely happy, her eyes were full of small red hearts flying, and when she was about to answer, Soho took the first step and said:

"President, I still don't bother you, you have to create it yourself."

"It's not going to be troublesome!" Shen Tufan always had a gentle smile on his face, "My work has long been completed, my uncle...... Oh! Director Shentu is very satisfied with my work, he said that according to the previous situation, it is no problem for my work to win the award, it depends on whether it can hit the gold award! ”

When he said this, although Shen Tufan tried his best to hide it, he still showed a smug expression.

"Wow! Senior, you're so amazing! Then you must guide us well! Fang Jing didn't wait for Soho to speak this time, so she spoke in advance. When Su Ho rejected Shen Tufan just now, Fang Jing was simply resentful in his heart.

However, Su He seemed to be weak, but she was very assertive, although Fang Jing had already spoken, she still shook her head slightly, and said lightly:

"It's still not bothering the president, artistic creation needs inspiration, and this outsider can't help. I think I need to be alone to be quiet and find inspiration, and if President Shentu is free, I might as well guide Xiao Jing! ”

Su He pointed at Fang Jing, then nodded slightly to Shen Tufan, stood up and walked to the other corner of the studio alone.

A trace of anger rose in Shen Tufan's heart, but he hid it well, and when he turned his head to see Fang Jing's face full of anticipation, Shen Tufan squeezed out a smile and said:

"Fang Jing, you should think about the idea of creation first, and when you have a work, I will help you take a look!"

After speaking, Shen Tufan glanced at Soho's soft back again, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and then walked straight back to his seat.

Su Ho's brows furrowed slightly, he thought about it, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Fang Yang. Soho didn't elaborate, but just told Fang Yang that he couldn't leave the activities of the calligraphy and painting club, and he might have to postpone his work time at night.

As soon as I put my phone on the table, it immediately vibrated again. Su Ho picked up her phone and saw that it was Fang Yang who saw the text message and called back, she quickly stood up and pressed the answer button while walking towards the door. Shen Tuliang, who was inspecting everyone's creation in the room, looked at Soho with unkind eyes, and Shen Tufan hurriedly said on the side:

"Uncle, Soho-san, maybe there's something urgent!"

Shen Tuliang snorted coldly, noncommittal.

"Fang Yang, I'm in the Painting and Calligraphy Club!" Soho whispered.

"I was trying to ask you when the event will end? Do you need me to bring you some dinner? Fang Yang asked with concern.

There was a hint of shy sweetness in Soho's heart, although the two did not pierce the layer of window paper, but they understood each other's intentions, especially after being named by Professor Yan in class yesterday, Fang Yang was also famous in Rong University, and the magical performance in the classroom was secondary, but the matter between him and Soho was rumored, and several versions appeared overnight.

"Well, I don't know how long it will take to ...... here" Soho pondered for a moment and briefly explained the situation here to Fang Yang.

"Oh...... I know! Fang Yang thought quietly for a few seconds after listening, and hung up the phone after speaking.

Back in the studio, Soho was even more absent-minded, his mind was full of Fang Yang's figure, every second with Fang Yang was so happy, and it became a torment here.

Soho pondered for a while, when he heard a loud engine roar outside the door, and looked out of the window, a windy pink GTR sports car stopped in front of the small building with a dashing tail flick.

In Soho's surprised gaze, Fang Yang opened the car door and stepped out of the car.